Barack Obama: Just Another San Francisco Democrat

It's tempting to take Obama's words at face value. Tempting, but impossible. The Senator contradicts himself depending on his audience. One day, speaking in the small towns of Pennsylvania, he touts himself as a constitutionalist who understands and respects the values of the miners, assembly line workers, farmers and shopkeepers who hang on his every word.

The next day, mingling with the chardonnay and brie crowd of Marin among the Democrats too wealthy to live in San Francisco, he entertains his peers with a verbal caricature of the folks in flyover country.

You go into some of these small towns in Pennsylvania, and like a lot of small towns in the Midwest, the jobs have been gone now for 25 years and nothing’s replaced them. And they fell through the Clinton administration, and the Bush administration, and each successive administration has said that somehow these communities are gonna regenerate and they have not. And it’s not surprising then they get bitter, they cling to guns or religion or antipathy to people who aren’t like them or anti-immigrant sentiment or anti-trade sentiment as a way to explain their frustrations.

Those people are not like us, not like Marin, or Chicago.

Can you imagine next week, when he's back in St. Marys or Jamestown or Greensburg?

I was out in La-La land last week, sipping a brew with the upper crust. They're a little different there, sipping wine with their pinkies out, scooping fish eggs and cans of peas. Clinging to their hopes for change, looking, searching for their opportunity to pay more in taxes so that you can have clean clothes, so that together we can help lead you to a better land, pry you away from your religion, your guns, your ant-tip-path-ees.

The arrogance of both thought and word is breathtaking. It's second only to his ignorance, to his belief that small town folk discovered religion, guns and individual self-interest in the last ten years.

Obama, just another SFO Democrat.