Be the change
by Takuan Seiyo
As Glenn Beck is talking about NEA’s Yosi Sargent (aka the brain behind the BHO Hope poster) and his “Mobilize for BHO” conference call to 75 artists and the president is honing his address to the nation’s schoolchildren, it transpired that the propaganda wheels of the Change and Hope machine have already been spinning at full tilt.
The case in point is “I Pledge”, a video that Mr. & Mrs. Moore-Kutchner produced for the BHO inauguration with the participation of some famous and demi-famous airhead celebrities. This piece of agitprop mind coitus is now being foisted on American schoolchildren. The principal of Eagle Bay Elementary School in Farmington, Utah, plunged his impressionable charges in I Pledge on Aug. 28, and it raised parents’ objections, made the news and started much Web chat.
I missed I Pledge when it first came out, but its continuing use in light of the past 7½ months of the BHO regime makes it relevant enough to take a look now. Let’s look at it the way a pro would.
We open with a grandiose fanfare, bearing the DNA of both Aaron Copland and John Williams — the kind of music you hear opening major liberal PBS series or closing major liberal message films. Like what you hear at the end of “Independence Day” after an Afro-American top gun and a Jew earth-firster saved Earth, and noble POTUS, flying the lead jet fighter himself, spearheads the final attack on the alien spaceship.
As the brass climbs to its climax, you see exploding on the screen a bracing message: We’d like you to know; You Are Not Alone.
Warming your heart just as you are shivering in the gale of inflating scrip snowing from helicopters on the grave of your future.
Of course, this is wrapped in rainbow tinfoil, to imply that it’s you and the nincompoops in the video who are blowing hope and change to your lonely POTUS. But these things work in sneaky ways if it’s a pro at the helm — and here it was. So no matter what you think, what you feel is that your POTUS is blowing hope and change your way. You know, like this:
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You then hear your POTUS on the soundtrack and read his words about Patriotism and Responsibility and Caring for Each Other. The strong and confident voice — and remember, that crescendoing brass is still in your ears — makes you forget that the owner of the voice has kicked the CIA in the nuts, put the Apollo Alliance in the White House, and changed the focus of the Afghanistan war from winning (or leaving that unredeemable hellhole) to “winning hearts and minds.” He has bowed and apologized for America throughout the world. He has offended practically every major European Head of State while cozying up to Chavez, Morales, Castro and Muhammad peace be upon him.
As to Responsibility, instead of holding ACORN responsible for its blackmail of America into the subprime and alt-A disaster, instead of making ACORN accountable for election fraud in at least 17 States and for other malfeasance and embezzlement, the BHO regime has rewarded ACORN with $4 billion of the US taxpayer’s money. Instead of holding the banksters responsible for their leveraged greed palace and General Motors for its management’s incompetence and union’s greed, the BHO regime has been bailing them out with trillions of dollars extracted from the present and future taxpayers’ pockets.
And the looking-for-each-other stuff — I want to hear that from my pastor, not from an elected Chicago pol and Alinsky acolyte. And I certainly don’t want my government to “take care” of me either, except to the extent of not willfully destroying the value of my money, and not playing Ponzi games with my Social Security. Alas, my government has taken care of me in both ways already, and at warp speed in the BHO alien spaceship.
Now we segue to the beguiling female drones, fresh, innocent and enthusiastic. The tattoos, upthrust silicon mammalia, Armani bespoke over Jimmy Choo one-offs are not in the picture — just your everyday girls next door: Demi Moore, Cameron Diaz, Marisa Tomei, some Cindy Crawford lookalike and a dozen more I should know more about but won’t, pledging to be good and do good, not to use plastic, and “to make this world a better place.”
Problem is, it’s my world too and I want twitting twits’ hands off my world. You want to make it a better place, be better to your family, friends, employees, servants and casual acquaintances, and I don’t want to know about it either. And keep your president out of doing good to me too. I’ll be grateful enough if he does not actively destroy me.
Ashton Kutcher then throws some bones to Joe Patriot Sixpack, pledging to “always represent my country with pride, honor and dignity.” There are some stale rusks thrown to the old geezers, with 20-something hunks and hunkettes pledging that senior citizens will have access to healthcare and we’ll beat Alzheimer’s. But sentient people know that it’s the seniors who must be sacrificed in the Obamacare scheme in favor of the young, the illegal, the soon-to-be-illegal, the politically organized nonwhite. The savers too will be thrown under the bus, given that this is a trillion dollar boondoggle added onto a 2 trillion current deficit and a 13 trillion cumulative deficit, not counting the 99 trillion retirement and Medicare black hole.
There are so many second-grade “celebrities” here; I dunno. Of the few I recognize, there is the Will I Am person — “I am” is just the forbidden name of God, you know, the Yahveh dude — who wrote a moron song celebrating BHO. I think I recognize a mogul in the schmata biz, a P. Diddy, in his own label’s BHO t-shirt and pledging to turn his lights off.
But wait! Could it be the same P.Diddy who authored the immortal lines:
“Niggas put a hundred grand up
Stand up, before I stick your bitch-ass you better put your hands up
Hate if you want and front like you ain’t wit it, nigga
I bust your m*********ing head with a skillet, nigga
More rugged nigga, heat for the track
I’m like a Pick-up Truck with broken concrete in the back
Now let me add a couple G’s to the stack.”
I woulda slept on the sidewalk to rise early enough for an autograph of this person. But we are still pledging here. Someone is pledging service to US Service.Org, which is a legal services business so what he had in mind is probably SERVE.GOV, (serve gov???), the website of another Obama initiative, The Corporation for National and Community Service. SERVE.GOV will attempt to do to 9/11 what BHO did to Chicago’s South Side per the Alinsky screenplay.
Or maybe you would like to visit mybarackobama.com with the BHO Sun of Hope rising over the striped and heretofore barren of Barack’s baracka plains of America to illuminate the Rainbow Land a Change and Hope? Like, “Organizing for America — Let’s Get It Done: Health Insurance Reform Now.”
You mean, you didn’t know? But as we are being propelled toward the end of I Pledge, the messages are unspooling into creepier grooves. Some celebrette is pledging to make good the 200-year-old promise to end slavery, with Mr. & Mrs. Moore-Kutcher amplifying the message. Say what? Then the tattooed funkadelic dude pledges to be of service to Barack, pause, kiss tattooed biceps, Obama.
Then Mr. & Mrs. Moore-Kutcher pledge to be “of service to our president and to the world.” Please, please, you want to serve BHO, that’s your right. But hands off my world. Leave it alone. And, for goodness’ sake, shut up.
Just as I utter this heartfelt cry, the Moore-Kutchers multiply into little squares with little celebrities all taking the BHO pledge because together we can, together we are, and together we something something change. And as the minicelebrity squares are minimizing, multiplying and receding into distance, they morph into Big BHO who hovers between the White House and the Capitol, over the caption “Be the Change.”
I don’t know, for some reason all this set me thinking about my old pals, Sergei Eisenstein and General Lev Zakharovic Mekhlis. Especially the latter. In Donald Rayfield’s Stalin and His Hangmen: The Tyrant and Those Who Killed for Him there is a trenchant description of this architect of Stalin’s glorification machine:
“Stalin’s’ least-known but most vicious scorpion was Lev Mekhlis […]
By 1931, Mekhlis was literate enough to become editor of Pravda, which he turned into Stalin’s mouthpiece, receiving material from Stalin on former party leaders to be denounced in the paper and then arrested by Ezhov. For seven years Mekhlis took not a single day off and dragged into the paper, against their better judgment, fine writers such as Mikhail Kokltsov, to make Pravda more readable. Mekhlis was the sole new member of the party’s Central Committee of summer 1937 who survived the terror.” (pp. 396 -397)
Galeazzo Ciano comes to mind too. Hamish Macdonald writes in Mussolini and Italian Fascism:
From the outset, the Press Office carefully controlled the public image of Mussolini. Newspapers projected him as a dynamic, energetic and ageless leader. Photographs emphasized his virility and sporting prowess, as well as his cultural side. […] In 1933 his son-in-law, Galeazzo Ciano, took over the Press Office and turned it, in 1935, into the Ministry for Press and Propaganda. In 1937, it became the Ministry of Popular Culture, or Minculpop. Achille Starace, party secretary from 1930, promoted the hero worship of Mussolini […]. Mussolini’s picture was everywhere — in public buildings, shops, offices and on the streets. Catchphrases such as “Believe, obey, fight!” and “Mussolini is always right!” were stenciled on walls across Italy. [p.31]
We shouldn’t go too far with historical parallels, so I’ll leave the Third Reich out of it, for now. But wait, haven’t we seen this on the stage of history before?