I’m sure you’ve noticed I’ve been writing less frequently lately. Partly this is due to a significant increase in travel. But there is another reason: since the 2012 election I have been in what Jimmy Carter would call a malaise.
The fact that the Impostor known as Barack Obama was able to build a coalition of the foolish, the victimized, the self-hating, the thieves, and the envious big enough to win reelection was demoralizing.
But even worse is that every day the headlines scream out the very real fact of Obama’s fascism, and yet the American people seem incapable of rising up and demanding impeachment, or the firing of the Attorney General, or something to combat the daily knifing of our freedom by a man who was raised in Indonesia by parents who despised the United States.
Every day I read a new headline that produces a strong impulse in me to write a devastating critique of Obama’s assault on liberty, and yet I can’t bring myself to do it because of the sinking feeling I have that America is truly lost. Lost in a way that it was not under the Carter malaise, because demographic trends in the 1970s were not what they are now and the government is not nearly as big as it is now.
The tipping point has been reached, and it is difficult to imagine a way back.
And so I write — slowly — about how Barack Obama’s use of the Justice Department to spy on and launch criminal investigations of various news reporters is in fact far worse that what Richard Nixon perpetrated in the Watergate scandal (actions that led directly to Nixon’s actual resignation of the office of the presidency). And so is Obama’s use of the Internal Revenue Service to thwart political enemies. And so is his shameful actions around the Benghazi murder of an American diplomat, who could have been aided but was not, and his actions and public statements in the aftermath of this crime.
But I haven’t published it yet, because my malaise adds days and weeks to my effort.
When a family member says to me “Oh, all presidents do that, Obama is no different” my strength is drained in a way that I don’t remember.
It feels different now because of the truth of just how devastatingly different mr. Obama is, and how other presidents have not come close to the abuses of power that the man has been and continues to commit every day. And yet otherwise smart people willingly refuse to make distinctions, to differentiate between misdemeanors and crimes and felony crimes and outright treason and soul-crushing fascism.
These things are not all the same, and presidents are not all the same; they are profoundly different.
And yet cynicism reigns, and intellectual judgments are abandoned and replaced by a bizarre monotone. No nation has ever survived such abdication, and we will not either.
So I won’t stop writing, because I enjoy it too much and I have too much to say, but oh how I am dragging, and I felt the need to make this explicitly known.