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By
MARK STEYN
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So a man swept into office on an unprecedented tide of
delirious fawning is now watching his presidency sink in an unstoppable
gush. That's almost too apt. Unfortunately, in the real world, a
disastrous president has consequences. So let me begin by citing the leader
of Her Majesty's Loyal Opposition in Canada. Whoa, whoa, don't stampede for
the exits! A couple of years back, Michael Ignatieff, a professor at
Harvard and previously a BBC late-night intellectual telly host, returned to
his native land of Canada in order to become prime minister, and to that end
got himself elected as leader of the Liberal Party. And, as is the fashion
nowadays, he cranked out a quickie tome laying out his political "vision."
Having spent his entire adult life abroad, he was aware that some of the
natives were uncertain about his commitment to the land of his birth. So he
was careful to issue a sort of pledge of a kind of allegiance, explaining
that writing a book about Canada had "deepened my attachment to the place on
earth that, if I needed one, I would call home."
Gee, that's awfully big of you. As John Robson commented
in the Ottawa Citizen: "I'm worried that a man so postmodern he doesn't need
a home wants to lead my country. Why? Is it quaint? An interesting
sociological experiment?" Indeed. But there's a lot of it about. Many
Americans are beginning to pick up the strange vibe that for Barack Obama
governing America is "an interesting sociological experiment" too.
He would doubtless agree that the United States is "the
place on earth that, if I needed one, I would call home." But he doesn't,
not really: It is hard to imagine Obama wandering along to watch a Memorial
Day or Fourth of July parade until the job required him to. That's not
to say he's un-American or anti-American, but merely that he's beyond all
that. Way beyond. He's the first president to give off the pronounced whiff
that he's condescending to the job — that it's really too small for him and
he's just killing time until something more commensurate with his stature
comes along.
And so the Gulf spill was an irritation, but he dutifully
went through the motions of flying in to be photographed looking
presidentially concerned. As he wearily explained to Matt Lauer, "I was
meeting with fishermen down there, standing in the rain, talking ...." Good
grief, what more do you people want? Alas, he's not a good enough actor to
fake it. So the more desperately he butches up the rhetoric — "Plug
the damn hole!," "I know whose ass to kick" — the more pathetically
unconvincing it all sounds.
No doubt my observations about Obama's remoteness from the
rhythms of American life will be seen by his dwindling band of beleaguered
cheerleaders as just another racist right-wing attempt to whip up the
backwoods knuckle-dragging swamp-dwellers of America by playing on their
fears of "the other" — the sophisticated worldly cosmopolitan for whom
France is more than a reliable punch line.
But in fact my complaint is exactly the opposite: Obama's
postmodern detachment is feeble and parochial. It's true that he hadn't seen
much of America until he ran for president, but he hadn't seen much of
anywhere else, either. Like most multiculturalists, he's passed his entire
adulthood in a very narrow unicultural environment where your ideological
worldview doesn't depend on anything so tedious as actually viewing the
world. The aforementioned Michael Ignatieff, who actually has viewed
the world, gets close to the psychology in his response to criticisms of him
for spending so much time abroad. Deploring such "provincialism," he
replied: "They say it makes me less of a Canadian. It makes me more of a
Canadian."
Well, yes, you can see what he's getting at. Today, to be
an educated citizen of a mature Western democracy — Canada or Germany,
England or Sweden — is not to feel Canadian or German, English or Swedish,
heaven forbid, but rather to regard oneself as a citoyen du monde.
Obviously, if being "more Canadian" requires one literally to be a Harvard
professor or a BBC TV host or an essayist for the Guardian, then very few
actual Canadians would pass the test. What he really means is that in a
post-national, postmodern Western world, the definition of "Canadian" (and
Dutch and Belgian and Irish) is how multicultural and globalized you feel.
The U.N., Greenpeace, Amnesty International, Bono: These are the colors a
progressive worldly Westerner nails to his mast. You don't need to go
anywhere, or do anything: You just need to pick up the general groove, which
you can do very easily at almost any college campus.
This Barack Obama did brilliantly. A man who speaks fewer
languages than the famously moronic George W. Bush, he has nevertheless
grasped the essential lingo of the European transnationalist: Continental
leaders strike attitudes rather than effect action — which is frankly
beneath them. One thinks of the insistence a few years ago by Louis
Michel, then the Belgian foreign minister, that the so-called European Rapid
Reaction Force "must declare itself operational without such a declaration
being based on any true capability." As even the Washington Post drily
remarked, "Apparently in Europe this works."
Apparently. Thus, Barack Obama: He declared himself
operational without such a declaration being based on any true capability.
But, if it works for the EU, why not America? Like many of his
background here and there, Obama is engaged mostly by abstractions and
generalities. Indeed, he is the very model of a modern major generalist.
He has grand plans for "the environment" — all of it, wherever it may be.
Why should the great eco-Gulliver be ensnared by some Lilliputian oil spill
lapping round his boots?
He flew in to Cairo to give one of the most historically
historic speeches in history to the Muslim world. Why should such a colossus
lower his visionary gaze to contemplate some no-account nickel 'n' dime
racket like the Iranian nuclear program?
With one stroke of his pen, he has transformed the health
care of 300 million people. But I suppose if there's some killer flu
epidemic or a cholera outbreak in New Mexico, you losers will be whining at
Obama to do something about that, too. In recent months, a lot of Americans
have said to me that they had no idea the new president would feel so
"weird." But, in fact, he's not weird. True, he's not, even in Democrat
terms, a political figure — as, say, Clinton or Biden is.
Instead, he's the product of the broader culture: There
are millions of people like Barack Obama, the eternal students of a vast
lethargic transnational campus for whom global compassion and the
multicultural pose are merely the modish gloss on a cult of radical
grandiose narcissism. As someone once said, "We are the ones
we've been waiting for." When you've spent that long waiting in line for
yourself, it's bound to be a disappointment.
© Mark Steyn, 2010