Oh for Christ’s sweet sake — and no, that is most assuredly not a reference to our egomaniacal-shitheel Current Squatter:

Few would have foreseen … that a united Germany would be led by a woman from Brandenburg or that their American ally would be led by a man of African descent. But human destiny is what human beings make of it,” Obama said.

A history lesson for the Narcissist In Chief: Mr Obama, The Berlin Wall was brought down by better men than you could ever dream of being. Ronald Reagan was a LEADER, and a great one; you aren’t even fit to stand in the shadow of the truck that carried his jockstrap to the laundry. Ronald Reagan played a very large part in the liberation of millions; everything you do will only serve to enslave and impoverish a formerly free and prosperous people. Reagan’s “Mr Gorbachev, open this gate…Mr Gorbachev, tear down this wall!” will ring like a bell — or a call to arms — in the ears of liberty-loving men and women down through the ages. Your vapid, droning “uhh…umm..ahh…let me be absolutely clear…uhhh…umm…there are those who would have us…uhh..duhhh…drooooolllll…ME! ME! ME!” will be forgotten before you leave the national stage, which glorious day cannot come soon enough.

You refused to go to the wall because you don’t identify in the least with the courage, integrity, and dedication to freedom that liberated those millions from the tyrannical system you espouse, and you don’t consider it a victory, but a defeat. Because for you and your despicable ilk, that’s exactly what it was. You’re far more interested in building more of those walls, right here in America That Was, than you’ll ever be in tearing any of them down. The walls you’re building may not be of brick and mortar; they’re built instead of strangling overregulation, government encroachment, stifling of all dissenting opinion, and the thousand different slimy tentacles of a federal behemoth that has far outgrown its original mandate, its legitimacy, and its claim to the loyalty of its subjects. But they serve the same purpose. The so-called “soft” tyranny you’re perpetrating is still tyranny.

You are a disgrace, a loathsome toad. You are without honor, and without shame. You couldn’t even consider going to a commemoration of a truly historic event that promised you no spurious awards, or ill-gotten gelt for your Chicago cronies. You were too chickenshit to risk pissing off your Russian partners in despotism to acknowledge one of the most moving and consequential events to occur in the last fifty years. You are cheap, you are tawdry, you are small, you are beneath the contempt of decent men.

And that you would try to glom onto this — the remembrance of an event that, had you been in office at the time, you would have used the full weight of US diplomacy to attempt to undo, just as you tried to do when our friends in Honduras wrestled their constitutional government back from the grasp of a Left-wing would-be despot and full-bore lunatic — and try to make it all about your so-wonderful self is an insult to the memory of all those who died trying to get across the wall your kind did everything possible to keep in place.

You are a sorry excuse for a President, a sorry excuse for an American, and a sorry excuse for a man. History will remember you neither kindly nor fondly. And it gives me no small satisfaction to know that of all the insults that could legitimately be hurled at you, that’s the only one that would ever really matter to you.

Will Collier recycles an old post that paints a bleak and chilling picture of what Barrackhorroid policies will inevitably lead us to:

The train had just crossed the old border between West and East Germany, and the change in the scenery was riveting–and horrible. It was like stepping out of a perfectly manicured garden and into a decrepit slum. The very landscape changed, from lush, green hills to haphazardly-tilled fields, unending rows carved into the grayish soil with no regard for the land’s contours, spotted here and there with stunted crops. The train passed the ruins of a station, a mess of blasted, crumbling concrete, scarred with ancient black soot. I found out later that the station had been bombed out during World War II, but nobody had bothered to clear the debris over the intervening forty-five years.

A decade earlier, humorist P.J. O’Rourke wrote about the Soviet Union, “In the end, every little detail starts to get to you–the overwhelming oppressiveness of the place, the plain godawfulness of it.” Erich Honecker, may he flambeed in Hell forever, did his level best to turn a quarter of Germany into a fawning facsimile of Stalin’s U.S.S.R., and even a year and a half after liberation, East Germany was the godawfulest place I’d ever seen. It was like watching a never-ending car wreck, passing before my eyes mile after mile. I couldn’t take my eyes off the revolting sights.

The houses were the worst. Imagine the most run-down, decrepit wrong-side-of-the-tracks shacks you’ve ever seen. Every home in the East German countryside looked like those shacks, only older. And it dawned on me that the whole country was like this. After a while, I grabbed a small notebook and started scribbling with all the melodrama that a sleepy, shocked college kid could muster: “Communism is dead, but the bloated corpse lies across this continent still, and the poisons of its decay will pollute this blasted earth for years to come.”

Would that communism were truly dead. But as long as we suffer starry-eyed, megalomaniacal fools — steeped their whole lives in the caustic villainy of brigands like Lenin, Marx, Gramsci and Alinsky — to usurp positions of power, it will rise up again and again from its unquiet grave to wreak mayhem and destruction among the free peoples of the earth.

Better you did stay home, really. You have no place there, and no right. You’ve been on the wrong side of that wall all along — by your own foolish choice.