Barack “Mr. Blonde” Obama Raises the Razor on America


Two days ago I introduced my wife April to the movie “Reservoir Dogs.” She’s a Quentin Tarantino fan but had never seen the director’s debut.

There’s a scene in “Reservoir Dogs” where the psychopathic Mr. Blonde, aka Vic Vega,  has just gotten out of prison and is visiting with his crime bosses, Joe Cabot and his son Nice Guy Eddie. They explain to him how they’re going to put him on the payroll of one of their “legitimate” businesses so that his parole officer, Seymour Scagnetti, will think that he’s doing real work instead of returning to a life of crime:

      EDDIE
                         This isn't all that bad. We can give
                         you a lot of legitimate jobs. Put
                         you on the rotation at Long Beach as
                         a dock worker.

                                     VIC
                         I don't wanna lift crates.

                                     EDDIE
                         You don't hafta lift s---. You don't
                         really work there. But as far as the
                         records are concerned, you do. I
                         call up Matthews, the foreman, tell
                         him he's got a new guy. You're on
                         the schedule. You got a timecard,
                         it's clocked in and out for you
                         everyday, and you get a pay check at
                         the end of the week. And ya know
                         dock workers don't do too bad. So
                         you can move into a halfway decent
                         place without Scagnetti thinkin "what
                         the f---." And if Scagnetti ever
                         wants to make a surprise visit, you're
                         gone that day. That day we sent you
                         to Tustin. We gotta bunch of s---
                         you needed to unload there. You're
                         at the Taft airstrip pickin' up a
                         bunch of s--- and bringing it back.
                         Part of your job is goin' different
                         places - and we got places all over
                         the place.

Now how is that particularly different than how President Obama allegedly got his position as a college lecturer? From Atlas Shrugs last week:

I spent some time with the highest tenured faculty member at Chicago Law a few months back, and he did not have many nice things to say about “Barry.” Obama applied for a position as an adjunct and wasn’t even considered. A few weeks later the law school got a phone call from the Board of Trustees telling them to find him an office, put him on the payroll, and give him a class to teach. The Board told him he didn’t have to be a member of the faculty, but they needed to give him a temporary position. He was never a professor and was hardly an adjunct.

The other professors hated him because he was lazy, unqualified, never attended any of the faculty meetings, and it was clear that the position was nothing more than a political stepping stool. According to my professor friend, he had the lowest intellectual capacity in the building. He also doubted whether he was legitimately an editor on the Harvard Law Review, because if he was, he would be the first and only editor of an Ivy League law review to never be published while in school (publication is or was a requirement).

Obama is Mr. Blonde, the Left’s hatchet man, groomed for power for decades. Is it any wonder that this is what Obama is doing to America?

                                     MR. BLONDE (O.S.)
                         First off, I don't have a boss. Are
                         you clear about that?

               He SLAPS the cop's face.

                                     MR. BLONDE (O.S.)
                         I asked you a question. Are you clear
                         about that?

                                     COP
                         Yes.

                                     MR. BLONDE (O.S.)
                         Now I'm not gonna b------ you. I
                         don't really care about what you
                         know or don't know. I'm gonna torture
                         you for awhile regardless. Not to
                         get information, but because torturing
                         a cop amuses me. There's nothing you
                         can say, I've heard it all before.
                         There's nothing you can do. Except
                         pray for a quick death, which you
                         ain't gonna get.