The Dems and their Lumpy Obama Bed

Politics makes strange bedfellows. And when you try the straighten the sheets afterward, stubborn telltale lumps remain. Before highfalutin' pomposity went mainstream in America, we provincial folks on this side of the pond -- across the big water from old Europe -- were down to earth and downright contemptuous of in-the-clouds intellectualism. 

In former times, when a man's situation turned suddenly bleak, due to obvious misdeeds or laziness, we provincials were wont to say, "Well, you've made your bed; now you'll just have to lie in it."

And I just can't help thinking at this moment in history, with the Democrats about to nominate a socialist in sheep's clothing, how perfectly apt this old truism remains.

Because the truth of the matter is that if the Democratic Party had not made a wanton habit of turning a blind eye to immorality and deceit, if they had not stopped checking resume claims on all candidates, if they had not been so utterly feckless and lazy in their rush to find a political messiah, then Barack Obama would not be their only remaining hope for 2008 and the White House.

The Democrats have made their '08 bed, and right now there are so many lumps in it that one has a hard time imagining any effort whatsoever went into making it.  That they have spent millions and millions of dollars hurling verbal spitballs at one another, and appear much worse now than they did before expending a single cent, causes their bed-making efforts to seem all the more ludicrous.

But now that Obama is all but tucked in tight, it's going to be one heck of a bad night's tossin' and turnin' this fall as all the Dems, and their loyalist minions in the mainstream press, try frantically to smooth out the many big lumps that BO's got in his Chicago-cesspool bed.

Last November, when Obama launched himself, I'm sure he told his Daddy Warbucks, George Soros, and all the other bigwig Dem donors that his new, clean political bed was neatly made up, corners all tucked, and with none of  the unsightly, dirty lumps that the Clintons had in their naughty beds. 

And I guess Soros and his ilk believed him.  Evidently John Dean et al believed him.  Maybe Obama even believed it himself; judgment and reality don't seem to be his forte.   

BO must have thought that Farrakhan had already weaseled down to the foot of the bed and fallen right out on the floor.  Even when there was a bit of kicking under the covers from "Minister" Farrakhan, and the watchdog press lifted Obama's blanky and took a quick peek, Farrakhan's lump seemed to smooth out, at least temporarily.  That won't last through the general election; be assured.

And certainly BO thought he had impressed upon Jeremiah Wright the necessity of staying quiet as a mouse right at the very foot of the bed until the election was over.  But as any experienced bed-maker knows, when you try to push a big lump down or move it over or smooth it out, it just shows up somewhere else when the next layer is pulled over it.  Same with ole' Jeremiah; he just won't stay quiet and lie smoothly.

Of course, Michael Pfleger, another huge lump under Obama's covers, kept egging on Jeremiah and together they made two lumps seem like fifty, their words and shenanigans amplified by YouTube and bloggers, all anxious to peek under BO's covers to see who else he might be hiding there.

Why, Obama's little sack is looking so plum lumped up by now, that even Michelle is having a hard time fitting in that bed. So she is getting a bit of a makeover, according to the New York Times, with the help of The View yesterday

Whatever the case, BO and Michelle ought to have flashlights when they peer under those covers, because there're a couple of domestic terrorists in there too, who have already shown a shabby disregard for what happens when revolutions go awry.  Innocent people get killed.  Billy Ayers and Bernadine Dohrn might not be too bad as distant, very distant, neighbors, but I wouldn't want to get in bed with them or let them babysit my children.

Since slumlord, Tony Rezko, helped provide the home that's housing the Obama's lumpy bed, he might want to crawl in too, if he isn't in a federal prison somewhere, forced to watch the election campaign of his protégé on the TV.

Oh, and then there's that uncle (Or great uncle? Or granddaddy?) who was supposed to be freeing people at Auschwitz, except that that wouldn't work, since then he would have been a Red, so now the uncle was at Buchenwald instead.  Obama seems to have such a penchant for digging up tall tales of relatives who were in historical places at precisely the right time for some noteworthy event, except that they are usually in the wrong place or at the wrong time, or some such anomaly with the truth.  So, I'm sure that there are any number of long, lost relatives who will suddenly appear in Obama's bed covers between now and November. I'm hoping he has a spare bed in which to keep them.

Obama's all-American, oh-so-historical story is starting to look like the novel, Forrest Gump, minus a fact checker.

Oh BO, Oh-bama, how many folks have you got hiding in that lumpy bed of yours?  If only the Dems had done their homework, it could stay a private matter between you and them.

But now y'all have made your bed, lumps and all.  And you're gonna have a hard time sleeping in it this November, I fear.

Kyle-Anne Shiver is a frequent contributor to American Thinker.  She welcomes your comments at http://www.commonsenseregained.com/ 
Politics makes strange bedfellows. And when you try the straighten the sheets afterward, stubborn telltale lumps remain. Before highfalutin' pomposity went mainstream in America, we provincial folks on this side of the pond -- across the big water from old Europe -- were down to earth and downright contemptuous of in-the-clouds intellectualism. 

In former times, when a man's situation turned suddenly bleak, due to obvious misdeeds or laziness, we provincials were wont to say, "Well, you've made your bed; now you'll just have to lie in it."

And I just can't help thinking at this moment in history, with the Democrats about to nominate a socialist in sheep's clothing, how perfectly apt this old truism remains.

Because the truth of the matter is that if the Democratic Party had not made a wanton habit of turning a blind eye to immorality and deceit, if they had not stopped checking resume claims on all candidates, if they had not been so utterly feckless and lazy in their rush to find a political messiah, then Barack Obama would not be their only remaining hope for 2008 and the White House.

The Democrats have made their '08 bed, and right now there are so many lumps in it that one has a hard time imagining any effort whatsoever went into making it.  That they have spent millions and millions of dollars hurling verbal spitballs at one another, and appear much worse now than they did before expending a single cent, causes their bed-making efforts to seem all the more ludicrous.

But now that Obama is all but tucked in tight, it's going to be one heck of a bad night's tossin' and turnin' this fall as all the Dems, and their loyalist minions in the mainstream press, try frantically to smooth out the many big lumps that BO's got in his Chicago-cesspool bed.

Last November, when Obama launched himself, I'm sure he told his Daddy Warbucks, George Soros, and all the other bigwig Dem donors that his new, clean political bed was neatly made up, corners all tucked, and with none of  the unsightly, dirty lumps that the Clintons had in their naughty beds. 

And I guess Soros and his ilk believed him.  Evidently John Dean et al believed him.  Maybe Obama even believed it himself; judgment and reality don't seem to be his forte.   

BO must have thought that Farrakhan had already weaseled down to the foot of the bed and fallen right out on the floor.  Even when there was a bit of kicking under the covers from "Minister" Farrakhan, and the watchdog press lifted Obama's blanky and took a quick peek, Farrakhan's lump seemed to smooth out, at least temporarily.  That won't last through the general election; be assured.

And certainly BO thought he had impressed upon Jeremiah Wright the necessity of staying quiet as a mouse right at the very foot of the bed until the election was over.  But as any experienced bed-maker knows, when you try to push a big lump down or move it over or smooth it out, it just shows up somewhere else when the next layer is pulled over it.  Same with ole' Jeremiah; he just won't stay quiet and lie smoothly.

Of course, Michael Pfleger, another huge lump under Obama's covers, kept egging on Jeremiah and together they made two lumps seem like fifty, their words and shenanigans amplified by YouTube and bloggers, all anxious to peek under BO's covers to see who else he might be hiding there.

Why, Obama's little sack is looking so plum lumped up by now, that even Michelle is having a hard time fitting in that bed. So she is getting a bit of a makeover, according to the New York Times, with the help of The View yesterday

Whatever the case, BO and Michelle ought to have flashlights when they peer under those covers, because there're a couple of domestic terrorists in there too, who have already shown a shabby disregard for what happens when revolutions go awry.  Innocent people get killed.  Billy Ayers and Bernadine Dohrn might not be too bad as distant, very distant, neighbors, but I wouldn't want to get in bed with them or let them babysit my children.

Since slumlord, Tony Rezko, helped provide the home that's housing the Obama's lumpy bed, he might want to crawl in too, if he isn't in a federal prison somewhere, forced to watch the election campaign of his protégé on the TV.

Oh, and then there's that uncle (Or great uncle? Or granddaddy?) who was supposed to be freeing people at Auschwitz, except that that wouldn't work, since then he would have been a Red, so now the uncle was at Buchenwald instead.  Obama seems to have such a penchant for digging up tall tales of relatives who were in historical places at precisely the right time for some noteworthy event, except that they are usually in the wrong place or at the wrong time, or some such anomaly with the truth.  So, I'm sure that there are any number of long, lost relatives who will suddenly appear in Obama's bed covers between now and November. I'm hoping he has a spare bed in which to keep them.

Obama's all-American, oh-so-historical story is starting to look like the novel, Forrest Gump, minus a fact checker.

Oh BO, Oh-bama, how many folks have you got hiding in that lumpy bed of yours?  If only the Dems had done their homework, it could stay a private matter between you and them.

But now y'all have made your bed, lumps and all.  And you're gonna have a hard time sleeping in it this November, I fear.

Kyle-Anne Shiver is a frequent contributor to American Thinker.  She welcomes your comments at http://www.commonsenseregained.com/