"Buddha in a Brooks Brothers Suit."

By  Stephen Guy Hardin   July 31, 2009.

And now we begin the magical journey into the mythical land of liberal unicorns and leftist rainbows. This is a fairly tale land where anger and rage are the natural emotions and motives of all the furry, woodland creatures, gnomes and fairies that inhabit the looking glass land on the other side of a Hollywood sound stage. Among all of these curious creatures that represent every color of the leftist political spectrum sits the all knowing, all assuming, all consuming frowning Cheshire cat, who sits cross-legged upon his uneasy throne. His mysterious, magical majesty the Buddha Barack.

Encased in a gray non-glistening Brooks Brothers suit and black, Allen-Edmonds oxfords, and burgundy guards stripe tie, he nests upon the dominant knoll of his kingdom. Able to purvey all within his view through half opened eyes. Lips pursed in his trademarked firm, strict tightness. Never at ease, yet always aware. Alert to the chaos and disquiet that is the beating heart of all things liberal.

Everything has it's place in the cosmic universe of surreal emotional dysfunction and rage suppression. Radiating a Dexmedetomidine-induced sedation as a mask of supposed wisdom and parching rhetorical political strategies and tread worn socialist pabulum as the essence of Wu Wei, our valiant Buddha Barack, floats in an ethereal haze of profound consciousness, which belies the reality of his rage and resentment for the existing cultural structure of the society beyond the looking glass.

Pronouncing his daily contemplations of the injustice of oppressive American society and worshipped by his adorning minions in the guise of Ralm Emmanuel, Roger Gibbs, Carol M. Browner and other various and sundry fellow travelers, the brave and solitary Buddha Barack is the sublime portrait of languid enlightenment as he attempts to create in his own image the ideal worker's paradise that has fallen out of the grasp of so many of his previous gods and demi-gods. From Che to Fidel. From Mao to Lenin. From McGovern to Carter. All his fallen deities have betrayed his socialist fantasies. So desperate in his tranquility to become the image of the man in his father's dreams, Buddha Barack pursues the punk attitude of early Blink 182 and the Euro-global star catcher egotism of Bono singing for alms for the bottomless abyss of warlord Africa.

Faltering under the weight of the image makers, Buddha Barack lets slip the dogs of his childhood anger and rage at the machine that is capitalist America. Calling forth the two headed hydra that is class contempt and racial hatred,  Buddha Barack strives to crack the mirror and destroy all which he abhors. Thus allowing the leftist world of opposite values, morals and beliefs to pour through the ruptured portal and corrupt and displace the enlightenment of liberty and freedom that is the bodhi of America.

While debasing the innocence of Pooh, betraying the eternal truth of Buddha and corrupting the Three Jewels of Tao... Compassion, Moderation and Humility, Barack Obama has proven that the transparency of dishonest polemics will ensure the destruction of liberalism. The culture of liberalism is the culture of opposites. Immoral is moral, up is down and criminal is legal. As with all fairy tales and magic shows featuring smoke and mirrors, when the light of day exposes the frailty of liberal lies, the truth will drive away the devils lingering in the shadows. Values and morals and grounded beliefs in faith and tradition will always provide light in the darkness.

Herein lies the inevitable but undeniable truth that ends our fable. There are no pots of gold beyond the rainbow. A society without structure or motivation or achievement cannot survive the will of man to succeed. In the harsh reality of the real world, fairy tales and unicorns do not exist and the Buddha in a Brooks Brothers suit is only human after all.