Obama: The Invisible Man/POTUS!
Once upon a time, I, like many other students, had to read Ralph Ellison’s Invisible Man which won the U.S. National Book Award for Fiction in 1953. For the most part,this novel depicted the disconcerting experiences of a properly disillusioned African-American male who felt ‘invisible’ to his white contemporaries because of his black skin color.
Ellison wrote about his own personal turmoil with the following beginning narrative: “So my task was one of revealing the human universals hidden within the plight of one who was both black and American..” [Wikipedia].
For some time now, many of you readers have read my attempts to configure this vaporous character whom we call—Barack Hussein Obama— or POTUS.I have had a feeling for years, that this Obama appeared completely ethereal to me and my fellow citizens.Words which he spoke were simply that—words without meaning or substance. Imperatives for one or another legislation were lost in translation.
In particular, his finger prints were all over a series of false flags which compelled people like me to be categorized as ‘conspirators’, or ‘birthers’.Ironically, he and his cohorts assigned a nomenclature to people like myself as well as others who knew he was lying. We naysayers acquired an identity, allowing us to continue our diatribes in a predictable measured cadence which pricked the curiosity of other American citizens who were not intimidated by our incessant drum beats.
However, through these past eight years, Obama, like Ralph Ellison’s Invisible Man, has become less tangible and more ethereal in both substance and deeds.Obama’s misadventures into Drone Warfare have marked him as an “American tyrant” whose primary concern is to envelop the world in a palette of ghastly, un-winnable conflicts; all the while entreating citizens to avoid calling his mercilessly slaughtered victims “Islamic Terrorists.”
Even the fairy tale quality of Obama’s proclamation that he had assassinated a dying old man with Marfan’s Syndrome rang falsely as he enunciated his words carefully before an incredulous audience.There is no way to explain the mysterious ascension and political narrative of this black narcissus other than to insert him into the well-worn construct which we the readers and Ellison the writer, delineated in his novel, The Invisible Man.
Obama is a fiction of our imagination. He bemoans the fact that he has not driven a car in eight years, paying homage to his completely sheltered life in the bubble we have designated as the White House. All around him are sorts of sycophants who scurry about him, making believe that he is traveling around the world on our behalf when, in fact, we care neither for his presumed leadership nor his presumptuous statements about gun control,health care,or racial/economic inequality.
Obama’s rehearsed words evaporate into absurdity. His non-actions become stilted moments of falsehoods. None of his accomplishments will last further than his tenure as POTUS, if even that.His ubiquitous presence becomes a blur of media headlines completely devoid of relevance or meaning to the average American.He has become a first person narrative in some future paperback novel.
Even in his afterlife, Obama becomes increasingly more irrelevant to the history of the republic as we realize that his only accomplishment was to appear black for a certain period of time … or more convincingly… invisible.
Nothing belies Obama’s invincibility more than the fact that he had received a Nobel Peace Prize for absolutely nothing; other than the fact he was an African-American male who happened to be neither African nor American. I am waiting for a time when we citizens will never have to pay the extravagant taxes which we must pay to keep an invincible person living within the midst of our own discontent and insouciance, ensconced in a small white house,completely sheltered from reality.
How is it that a man with a two aneurysms in his brain can testify to the worthiness of a man who never was? Does VP Joe Biden really believe that we really care what a brain-damaged politician has to say?
I think not!
The famous American playwright, Arthur Miller, wrote the following:
“The task of the real writer consists of analyzing illusions in order to discover their causes.”