Obama Brings Back Bad Memories

I once wrote that Obama bugged me because he reminded me of the smug, smartypants college guys who were program directors/unit heads at the Zionist summer camps I attended as a teen. (These cool-in-their-own minds brainiacs used to organize "fun" evening programs inspired by their sociology/psychology/political science studies in which were were essentially their helpless lab rats. One "experiment" was particularly soul destroying. They forced us to "rank" each other in terms of popularity and line up from most to least popular.) P.J. O'Rourke could well be describing some of those psychological bullies here:

...The secret to the Obama annoyance is snotty lecturing. His tone of voice sends us back to the worst place in college. We sit once more packed into the vast, dreary confines of a freshman survey course—“Rocks for Jocks,” “Nuts and Sluts,” “Darkness at Noon.” At the lectern is a twerp of a grad student—the prototypical A student—insecure, overbearing, full of himself and contempt for his students. All we want is an easy three credits to fulfill a curriculum requirement in science, social science, or fine arts. We’ve got a mimeographed copy of last year’s final with multiple choice answers already written on our wrists. The grad student could skip his classes, the way we intend to, but there the s.o.b. is, taking attendance. (How else to explain this year’s census?)

America has made the mistake of letting the A student run things...

Exactamundo. Thanks for the unpleasant flashbacks, Barack.