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Who Is the Real Barry?

From NRO:
On Meet the Press this past Sunday:

I think that the American people understand that when I joined Trinity United Church of Christ, I was committing not to Pastor Wright, I was committing to a church and I was committing to Christ. And it is a wonderful church. It’s a member of the United Church of Christ, a denomination that dates back to the battles around abolition.

Okay, though that doesn’t jibe with your first book, but…

if Obama’s trying to pledge his allegiance to the UCC over Wright, from a political standpoint that’s not really preferable. Over at the UCC website you can find out why God wants you to protest the FCC over media consolidation, campaign against legislation that mandates employers verify the legal citizenship of employees, prevent social security privatization, participate in an “Economic Justice Young Adult Team Immersion Experience,” decry Wal-Mart’s lack of “corporate social responsibility”, and understand that “safe and legal abortion is consistent with a woman’s right to follow the dictates of her own faith” and so on. Oh and let’s not forget the time Rabbi Abraham Cooper, associate dean for the Simon Wiesenthal Center, called the UCC “functionally anti-Semitic.”

Barry is an overeducated child who went on a misbegotten search for his father, who abandoned him when he was two (and whose Kenyan Grandfather told him, in not uncertain words, that his mother was a blight on his family’s blood), and came up with Pastor Wright. Hitch wants to point the finger at his wife, which is highly plausible, yet I don’t really buy that explanation. When he hit Second City, he decided he needed to get together with his ‘blackness,’… and was told, according to his own words, he needed to ally himself with a church. For without that, he could never make anyone believe he was ‘down with the struggle’ among the Southside’s black brethren, because his résumé (both pedagogically and parentally) was alien to the neighborhood.

From what I have read, his association with Rev. Wright pre-dates his choosing a wife. That said, I know, from my own boy’s life, that choosing your church is usually left to your Momma or your wife, until you start acting like an adult and tell her to STFU. Barry doesn’t seem to have reached that plateau. Barry’s momma seems to have been a non-entity in his life (so save me the “food stamps” bullshit); that Grandma he threw under a bus in the midst of The Speech was the woman who actually brought him up. His first book’s title makes it loud and clear that this is a guy who has no idea who he is, where he’s from, or what the hell HE really is about. His wife gives him his bona fides as a black guy; putting his daughters in Wright’s pews makes him damn near criminally neglect.

Hell, I’m a better brother than that motherfucker.

Which makes Barry a blistering pansyassed prima-donna Chicago fuckwad, in my eyes. His Claude Rains act vis-a-vis Jeremiah Wright is unadulterated bullshit; he damn well knew what that guy was about, same as he knew who that douchebag Ayers was all about; same as he knew all he needed to know about Rezko.

McCain, in my eyes, is a man you need to hold a gun to his head to make him not do something stupid. Barry, however, has somehow made a large section of the populace along with himself and Michelle believe that he can duck bullets, beacuase he is Our Savior. He has absolutely nothing in his CV that says he has the first clue about anything, nevermind taking on the mantle of God Incarnate.

He was the editor of the Harvard Law Review, and never wrote an article? Jesus, Mary, and the rest of them….

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