Jim Geraghty highlights the latest revelation about the Obamessiah:
SPIEGEL: Critics say the trip is nothing but a PR stunt to strengthen his foreign-policy credentials and that he has only rarely been to Europe before.
Rice: Senator Obama has travelled to Europe, Africa, the Middle East and South Asia many times before. He lived in Asia. He bows to nobody in his understanding of this world.
When Hillary was beating the stuffing out of Obama beginning in March, one of themes she began to build in order to pry working class voters away from him is the notion that Obama is elitist.
It began when Obama claimed that small town Pennsylvanians are bitter and clingy.
Among other recent events on the campaign trail…
Obama created his very own presidential seal.
Obama felt that 17,000 people watching his speech at the DNC convention was too small, and moved it to Invesco Field at Mile High to try and give another 60,000 or so the privilege of watching him.
But even Invesco Field is small potatoes for Obama – he tried to arrange his big speech on his world tour at Germany’s Brandenburg Gate to cast himself in the same light as John F. Kennedy and Ronald Reagan.
Some people are stunned at the audacity of a campaign willing to showcase this large an ego without any evidence of modesty or shame. But it is becoming apparent that we saw Obama's last gasp effort at combating the notion that he considers himself more highly than he ought in his victory speech in St. Paul upon securing enough delegates to claim the Democratic nomination:
The journey will be difficult. The road will be long. I face this challenge with profound humility.
Give him points for trying. But then again, even in this attempt, Obama bows to nobody in his humility. Because his is profound.
But even that humility lasted all of a few seconds when he quickly shed it with this:
I am absolutely certain that generations from now, we will be able to look back and tell our children that this was the moment when...the rise of the oceans began to slow and our planet began to heal.
Like Chantecler, the preening rooster in the Edmond Rostand play, Obama is probably convinced that he makes the sun rise each morning:
And when I feel that vast call to the Day arising within me, I so expand my soul to make it more sonorous, by making it more spacious, that the great cry may still be increased in greatness; before giving it, I withold it in my soul a moment so piously; then, when, to expel it, I contract my soul, I am so convinced of accomplishing a great act, I have such faith that my song will make night crumble like the walls of Jericho — […]
And sounding its victory beforehand, my song springs forth so clear, so proud, so peremptory, that the horizon, seized with a rosy trembling — obeys! […]
I sing! Vainly Night offers to compromise, offers a dubious twilight — I sing again! And suddenly — […]
I fall back, blinded by the red light bathing me, dazzled at having, I, the Cock, made the Sun to rise! […]
I dare assume that the East without me must rest in idleness! […]
That which opens flower, eye, soul, and window! Certainly! My voice dispenses light! […]