Obama, guns, liberal elites, memory

Obama said the wrong thing about small town America. People are freaking out. But they're freaking out way too much about the wrong thing. I could and do point out that W said a similarly stoopid thing once, to a dinner for the uber-rich corporate barons, the real elite,

"...or as I like to call you: my base."

And real Americans put him in office, again. To my complete astonishment and dismay.

The National Review points out that Obama is one of the elite, and knows little about real or ordinary Americans.

The Nation points out that these scary liberal elites don't exist, not the way you think they do.

And what's more: the very people teaching you to fear liberal elites like the red scare are ...

conservative elites.

From the Ivies, from the priviledged classes. All of them. Even Ann Coulter.

So, to borrow from Lewis Black: if you don't want people who use the word "summer" as a verb running your country, your industries, your universities, your media: you want revolution.

Enough with the smoke and mirrors already.

Obama and Clinton and McCain didn't start out elite or "ruling class", they worked (or married) their ways up there, like real Americans wish they could, mostly can't, and aren't serious enough about it to insist on the kind of political and economic reform (deep, wide, huge reforms of sweeping consequence) that would actually help them.

Anyone who rises to these levels of power is elite, hangs out with the elite, rubs elbows, kisses ass, summers, and generally does not eat dinner at Applebee's or shop in big box stores with you and me. Dig?

If you want influence with that class of people, you have three choices:

1. Become one of them.
2. Make them very, very uncomfortable.
3. Be one of them, and make them uncomfortable, establish the New Deal which made America amazing, get elected to the Oval Office four times.... oh, right.

The conservative elites have dismantled all that now. Right. Might need a revised version, but you and I will not get that unless we insist. Creatively.

The kinds of organizations (unions) and regulations and laws and cultural attitudes required to make them uncomfortable, well, we real Americans have to work harder to make those a reality and in ways the "ruling" class doesn't see coming.

I can handle smoke blown up my ass, but those shards of mirrors? Dude, that's harsh.

Cool it.