We laugh at the ventriloquist's dummy, but what do you do when the dummy is President of the United States? -- WSJ OpEd

"I have this theory about Barack Obama. I think he's led a kind of make-believe life in which money was provided and doors were opened because at some point early on somebody or some group (George Soros anybody?) took
a look at this tall, good looking, half-white, half-black, young man
with an exotic African/Muslim name and concluded he could be guided
toward a life in politics where his facile speaking skills could even
put him in the White House.


In a very real way, he has been a young man in a very big hurry. Who
else do you know has written two memoirs before the age of 45? "Dreams
of My Father" was published in 1995 when he was only 34 years old. The
Audacity of Hope" followed in 2006. If, indeed, he did write them
himself. There are some who think that his mentor and friend, Bill
Ayers, a man who calls himself a "communist with a small 'c'" was the
real author.


His political skills consisted of rarely voting on anything that might be deemed controversial. He went from a legislator
in the Illinois legislature to the Senator from that state because he
had the good fortune of having Mayor Daley's formidable political
machine at his disposal. He was in the U.S. Senate so briefly that his
bid for the presidency was either an act of astonishing self-confidence
or part of some greater game plan that had been determined before he
first stepped foot in the Capital. How, many must wonder, was he
selected to be a 2004 keynote speaker at the Democrat convention that
nominated John Kerry when virtually no one had ever even heard of him
before?

He
outmaneuvered Hillary Clinton in primaries. He took Iowa by storm. A
charming young man, an anomaly in the state with a very small black
population, he oozed "cool" in a place where agriculture was the
antithesis of cool. He dazzled the locals. And he had an army of
volunteers drawn to a charisma that hid any real substance.


And then he had the great good fortune of having the Republicans
select one of the most inept candidates for the presidency since Bob
Dole. And then John McCain did something crazy. He picked Sarah Palin,
an unknown female governor from the very distant state of Alaska. It
was a ticket that was reminiscent of 1984's Walter Mondale and Geraldine
Ferraro and they went down to defeat.

The
mainstream political media fell in love with him. It was a schoolgirl
crush with febrile commentators like Chris Mathews swooning then and now
over the man. The venom directed against McCain and, in particular, Palin, was extraordinary.

Now, 3 full years into his presidency, all of those gilded years leading up to the White House have left him unprepared
to be President. Left to his own instincts, he has a talent for saying
the wrong thing at the wrong time. It swiftly became a joke that he
could not deliver even the briefest of statements without the
ever-present Tele-Prompters.

Far
worse, however, is his capacity to want to "wish away" some terrible
realities, not the least of which is the Islamist intention to destroy
America and enslave the West. Any student of history knows how swiftly
Islam initially spread. It knocked on the doors of Europe, having gained
a foothold in Spain .

The
great crowds that greeted him at home or on his campaign "world tour"
were no substitute for having even the slightest grasp of history and
the reality of a world filled with really bad people with really bad
intentions. Oddly and perhaps even inevitably, his political experience,
a cakewalk, has positioned him to destroy the Democrat Party's hold on
power in Congress because in the end it was never about the Party. It
was always about his communist ideology, learned at an early age from
family, mentors, college professors, and extreme leftist friends and
colleagues.

Obama
is a man who could deliver a snap judgment about a Boston police
officer who arrested an "obstreperous" Harvard professor-friend, but
would warn Americans against "jumping to conclusions" about a mass
murder at Fort Hood who shouted "Allahu Akbar". The absurdity of that
was lost on no one. He has since compounded this by calling the
Christmas bomber "an isolated extremist" only to have to admit a day or
two later that he was part of an Al Quaeda plot.

He
is a man who could strive to close down our detention facility at
Guantanamo even though those released were known to have returned to the
battlefield against America . He could even instruct his Attorney
General to afford the perpetrator of 9/11 a civil trial when no one else
would ever even consider such an obscenity. And he is a man who could
wait three days before having anything to say about the perpetrator of
yet another terrorist attack on Americans and then have to elaborate on
his remarks the following day because his first statement was so lame.


The pattern repeats itself. He either blames any problem on the Bush administration or he naively seeks to wish away the truth.

Knock,
knock. Anyone home? Anyone there? Barack Obama exists only as the sock
puppet of his handlers, of the people who have maneuvered and
manufactured this pathetic individual's life.


When anyone else would quickly and easily produce a birth
certificate, this man spent over a million dollars to deny access to
his. Most other documents, the paper trail we all leave in our wake,
have been sequestered from review. He has lived a make-believe life
whose true facts remain hidden.