Ed Driscoll linked a post by the Anchoress that I had skimmed earlier in the day (via this Instalink) with none of it registering. Yet, on a more complete reading, I realize her rambling post (but rambling in a good way and very much worth your attention) is full of nuggets of wisdom on the state of this Administration and the nature of the liberal elite.
Or, maybe I should say, she offers insights into the psyche of this president:
Mockery and cynicism is all part of modern day politics, but I am beginning to worry that Obama is showing evidence of a real problem, and it is a problem of insecurity, identity, aloofness, self-protection and, I am sorry to say it, but delusion.
As to his ubiquitous teleprompter she offers:
Some are talking about Linus and his security blanket. To me Obama more accurately resembles the responsibility-shirking Captain Queeg, with this marbles. What is going on with him? The teleprompter protects him from a slip of the tongue. The Podium creates a barrier between him and his “audience” such as it is, and all of it keeps everything at a distance.
She wonders if the president even knows himself. In her conclusion, she links Althouse’s commentary on her piece:
And this reminds me of something I was saying the other day about liberals. Liberals — I’m generalizing — are so engulfed in their belief that they are the good people, the smart people, that they forget to step back and look at things from the perspective of people who don’t agree with them.
And this brings me to Narcissus, no, not the mythological character as viewed through the distorted lens of Havelock Ellis and Sigmund Freud, but the Boetian youth known to the ancients. In describing a psychological condition, Ellis and Freud obscured the fact that this unfortunate youth (for whom they named a certain psychological disorder) was not punished because he had fallen in love with himself. His punishment was to fall in love with himself.
Now, don’t get me wrong, the real Narcissus (as presented by Ovid) was not a sympathetic figure. Like Hippolytus and Henry Higgins, he scorned love, assuming he could live alone. Unlike Higgins, however, (at least the Higgins of musical theater), this Narcissus did not let reality change his outlook on life. He would remain forever pure.
Nemesis cursed him to look in the mirror; he became enamored with his own beauty.
Like the Narcissus longing for purity, Obama pretends he remained unsullied by the crass politics of Washington. He spoke last night as he spoke a year ago, as if nothing had changed. Reality did not intrude. It is this Narcissus he resembles, the one who seeks to remain apart from (above?) it all. The one who thinks his “biggest mistake of the past year [was] his failure to adequately explain his policies to all of us.”
It’s too bad he cannot face a curse similar to that of Nemesis, be forced to engage in a little self-reflection without suffering a fate similar to that of the Thespian youth‘s jilted lovers, the fate that the goddess of divine retribution decreed for Narcissus.
Many thanks to the Anchoress for inspiring this post.