...born with the gift of laughter and a sense that the world was mad

Raining on the parade: There are those who see the sight of a “Messiah” who’s apparently been endowed with superhuman gifts because he’s  black and who say, “Yesiree. Good things are on the horizon for the Jewish people and all mankind. Peace on Earth. Swords into plowshares. No more jihad. Und so weiter.” And then are the party poopers who say, “What? Are you kidding me? He’s going to fix things because he happens to be black? How does that work, exactly?”

At times such as these, when almost everyone seems to have chugalugged tremendous draughts of the near-irresistible hopey-changey Kool-Aid, I like to recall the delightfully mordant words of Noel Coward:

There are bad times just around the corner,
There are dark clouds hurtling through the sky
And it's no use whining
About a silver lining
For we KNOW from experience that they won't roll by,
With a scowl and a frown
We'll keep our sprits down
And prepare for depression and doom and dread,
We're going to unpack our troubles from our old kit bag
And wait until we drop down dead.

And for those who would insist that Obama is the Messiah I have two words: Shabbetai Tzvi.

Posted by: scaramouche at 17:35 | link | comments

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