Barack Obama – Stranger in a Strange Land

If you think there’s something “off” about Barack Obama, you aren’t alone.

Think about his odd, to say the least, behavoir last Thursday. Americans’ eyes were glued to our televisions to hear the President’s comments about the Ft. Hood massacre, and he began with a shout out to some dude. It was weird and disturbing.

Robin in Berkely, a psychotherapist, also finds there’s something wrong and strange about this president. She looked to Barack Obama’s past for clues as to what makes the man tick.

Obama wrote in his autobiography, Dreams From My Father, that he’s not comfortable around people. This speaks volumes about his disengagement.

People who cannot relate to humans, who are made nervous by close proximity, shut down. They isolate and hide, like a snail inside its shell.

This is when my therapist mind goes into overdrive trying to figure out what’s wrong with him.

Is he schizoid? (a detached, asocial person). Bipolar? (Manic depression ). Does he have a brain syndrome? What about Asperger’s (high functioning autism causing a defect in social skills).

Is something wrong medically — a hormone or blood sugar imbalance, a head injury, too many drugs in his youth?

Or is his disconnect caused by damage from childhood, from being raised by freaky people.

Barack Sr. was an abusive alcoholic and a bigamist. Obama’s mother, like my former friend, Barbara, made decisions about little Barry that showed little parental concern, like schlepping him to Indonesia, then back to the States, then wanting to return with him to Indonesia (he stayed with his grandparents).

Obama’s grandfather Stanley was impulsive and volatile; he was expelled from high school for punching his principal.

Stanley weirdly named Obama’s mother “Stanley,” because he wanted a boy. He anointed Frank Marshall Davis, an alleged pedophile and communist, as young Barry’s mentor. In his autobiography, Obama reports feeling uncomfortable having to listen to sexually charged, drunken trash talk between Stanley and Frank.

Did Obama start sealing himself off in childhood? It would be understandable: who would want to bond with people so disturbing? And why form emotional ties when you’ll soon be leaving?

Obama may have felt continually out of place and alien: black in a white family; American in Indonesia; middle class with average grades at a rich kids’ prep school; child of odd, Communist leaning family.

In Dreams, he reveals how he started detaching. About living with his grandparents from pre teen on, he writes, “I was to live with strangers.” And: “I’d arrived at an unspoken pact with my grandparents; I could live with them and they’d leave me alone so long as I kept my troubles out of sight.”

All grown up, Obama remains hermetically sealed. Although he’s been a media star for a couple of years, we have no idea who he is inside.

I’ve often wondered why people haven’t come forth to say, “I knew Barry when….” We live in a media saturated, exhibitionist world where everyone wants their three minutes of fame.

So where are all of his school chums, best friends, and old flames? The groups he hung with? His teachers, neighbors?

Where are the anecdotes of what Obama was like, his interests and predilections? Was he friendly, funny, insightful? Did he win any prizes or trophies? Pen any papers?

Obama was president of the Harvard Law Review. Yet from his former colleagues we find no accounts of putting out the journal together under his leadership.

He was a lecturer on constitutional law. Why hasn’t a single student come forth and offered evidence, like a good attorney?

Why the silence? Could it be that Obama left no dent, not even a single footprint? Is there no there there?

When I envision the youth of other public figures, my impressions are vivid:

Little Bill Clinton: people pleaser, Mama’s boy, a show off.

Young Hillary: Brainiac, smartest girl in the school, bossy.

W: Wisecracker, Class Clown, Smart aleck.

McCain: Impetuous, volatile, ornery.

Sarah: Sweet, popular, every teacher’s favorite, Miss Congeniality.

Young Barry: _________________. Blank.

Only this: Stranger in a Strange Land.

Obama’s identity seemed to have been formed when he found his clan: Rev. Wright, Bill Ayers, and Bernadine Dohrn. But these are disconnected people, misfits who aren’t comfortable in their own skin. Their radical ideology arises from rage and alienation.

They, like Obama, treat people with disdain. Rev. Wright damned us after 9/11. Ayers and Dohrn bombed us, even masterminding a failed plot to kill US servicemen attending a dance.

 

Obama’s indifference and distaste are on display every day. He golfs while unemployment surges. He pontificates after an attack against America.

Why the “let them eat cake” attitude? Is it because he’s pleased that the Left’s long laid plan to decimate capitalism is working nicely? Is he stubborn, not wanting to do what he doesn’t want to do?

I’d say yes. But there’s something much more unsettling.

He may have a limited ability to care.

Sure Obama loves his wife, children, dog Bo, and himself, especially himself. And he relishes his far left ideology.

But the working stiff, the heart and soul of this country? I don’t see it. The United States? I don’t think so. ….

Robin’s analysis seems to be spot on. You should read the whole article.