Jon Voight Doesn't Like Obama

Discussion in 'Politics & Religion' started by BernardRichards, Oct 27, 2009.

  1. Jon Voight: Stop the False Prophet Obama

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  2. Well, DUH!

    It's not like there hasn't been a gigantic red light flashing since during the presidential campaign. :mad: :mad:
     
  3. Does ANYBODY with more than half a brain like Obama?
     
  4. Ricter

    Ricter

    Whack job. Look at his bio.
     
  5. If P.T. Barnum were alive today, Obama would be his idol. :mad: :mad:
     
  6. The Liberal Left and Muslims like him. I don't think it is a question of intelligence, but world outlook. The Communists and Nazis weren't exactly stupid, but perverted and evil -- similarly the Liberal Left and Muslims.
     
  7. Well since we seem to get nothing but actors in the office, maybe would should elect Voight as prez. - - At least he should be much better at reading a teleprompter than the guy we've got now, and much better speaking on his feet than the last guy. - - -
     
  8. Here's an article on the kind of guy we need by William Bonner:

    Warren Harding: Why Harding Is Our Favorite

    But our favorite president is Warren Gamaliel Harding.

    In his hit book, Blink, Malcolm Gladwell tells how Harry Daugherty (a leader of the Republican party in Ohio) met Warren Gamaliel Harding in 1899 in the back garden of the Globe Hotel in Richwood, Ohio…both were having their shoes shined.

    Daughterty blinked and thought he saw a man who could be president

    Journalist Mark Sullivan described the moment:

    "Harding was worth looking at. He was at the time about 35 years old. His head, features, shoulders and torso had a size that attracted attention, their proportions to each other made an effect, which in any male at any place would justify more than the term handsome. In later years, when he came to be known beyond his local world, the world ‘Roman’ was occasionally used in descriptions of him. As he stepped down from the stand, his legs bore out the striking and agreeable proportions of his body; and his lightness on his feet, his erectness, his easy bearing, added to the impression of physical grace and virility. His suppleness, combined with is bigness of frame, and his large, wide-set rather glowing eyes, his very black hair, and bronze complexion gave him some of the handsomeness of an Indian. His courtesy as he surrendered his seat to the other customer suggested genuine friendliness toward all mankind. His voice was noticeably resonant, masculine, and warm. His pleasure in the attentions of the bootblack’s whisk reflected a consciousness about clothes unusual in a small-town man. His manner as he bestowed a tip suggested generous good-nature, a wish to give pleasure, based on physical well-being and sincere kindliness of heart."

    Not only did Harding have the looks and the presence – he also had the bad-boy image. Gladwell writes, "Not especially intelligent. Liked to play poker and to drink…and most of all, chase women; his sexual appetites were the stuff of legend."

    As he rose from one office to the next he "never distinguished himself." His speeches were vacuous. He had few ideas…and those that he had were probably bad ones. Still, when Daughtery arranged for Harding to speak to the 1916 Republican National Convention, he guessed what might happen.

    "There is a man who looks like he should be president," the onlookers would say. Later that day, in the smoke filled rooms of the Blackstone Hotel in Chicago, the power brokers realized they had a problem. Who could they find that none of them would object to? Well, there was Harding!

    "Harding became President Harding," writes Gladwell. "He served two years before dying unexpectedly of a stroke. He was, most historians agree, one of the worst presidents in American history."

    On the surface, he sounds like one of the best. We have never heard of anyone being arrested and charged under the "Harding Act." We have never seen a building in Washington, or anywhere else, named The Harding Building. We know of no wars the man caused. We recall no government programs he set in motion.

    As far as we know, the nation and everyone in it was no better off the day Warren Harding stepped into office than they were they day he was carried out of it.

    Harding was a decent man of reasonable talents. He held poker games in the White House twice a week. And whenever he got a chance, he sneaked away to a burlesque show. These pastimes seemed enough for the man; they helped him bear up in his eminent role…and keep him from wanting to do anything. Another saving grace was that the president neither thought nor spoke clearly enough for anyone to figure out what he was talking about. He couldn’t rally the troops…and get them behind his ideas; he had none. And even if he tried, they wouldn’t understand him.

    H.L. Mencken preserved a bit of what he called "Gamalielese," just to hold it up to ridicule:

    "I would like government to do all it can to mitigate, then, in understanding in mutuality of interest, in concern for the common good, our tasks will be solved."

    The sentence is so idiotic and meaningless; it could have come from the mouth of our current president. But the crowds seemed to like the way he delivered it. He said it with such solid conviction, it "was like a blacksmith bringing down a hammer on an egg," says Mencken.

    Harding was so full of such thunderous twaddle that he stormed into office…and then drizzled away until he died. Bravo! Well done.