At the same time that Obama was cruising through Harvard with his gay lovers smoking marijuana, I was digging trenches in Europe for the Army and polishing boots. Although Obama has no evidence he was ever qualified in any regard to attend Harvard, when he was admitted I had just been scored as having an IQ over 160+ by a chief warrant officer in Kansas and had repeatedly attained perfect scores on nearly every Army aptitude test in the second half of my service. With the exception of my first test, I scored perfect on every physical fitness test I ever had until I was discharged and maxed out nearly every scale the military uses to gauge performance in any requirement.
When I was carrying dead rats out of fumigated basements in Brooklyn working on an odd-job demolition crew, Obama was trying to suck in secondhand dope smoke in-between blowjobs from his fellow freshmen. When Obama was skipping classes, playing cards and charming white preppy kids in the dormitory by simple virtue of being black, I was selling paperbacks out in front of Union Station in New York and pushing a quarter-ton wagon like a rickshaw cart to and from work each morning from 54th street. I was jobless, homeless and friendless. Most people would regard me as the most abject kind of human failure. I'm not arguing. At that point, I had stopped caring about such things. Esau's sin was his terrible indifference.
There is something wrong with this picture. It looks like Obama failed every single challenge in his life and in most cases, didn't even make an effort at all. This guy ended up President of the United States and a millionaire. There is something seriously wrong in all this. I don't mind being eclipsed by my betters. I think people who are smarter and more qualified than I am, as well as more interested in the job, should be the leadership.
I don't understand how people grotesquely inferior to me in every way end up as my masters throughout life. I don't get how somebody can be the sorriest excuse for a man you could possibly imagine and end up in the highest office in the country. How can you be President if you've never had a day job and slept in late every morning for the past half-century? There is something terribly wrong with all of this. You can see how I'd be a bit jaded about all of it after a while.
It. Doesn't. Make. Any. Sense.
Every time someone was promoted before me in the military, until I was the last soldier left, they always said to me, "The system is fair, private Blakemore. You just need to apply yourself a little harder." This usually came from guys who seem to fail constantly at even the smallest tests of their competency. I noticed in fact that the more I excelled, the farther I appeared to slide down the hierarchy until my exceptional performance became an embarrassment to everyone else who outranked me.
"Without exception, we found in our study of over a thousand corporations that all meaningful work was achieved by transient people, those who came in from the outside, fixed crisis situations, solved problems and advanced the company before being encouraged to move on. Our studies indicated that permanent staff at any corporation never accomplish any useful work at all other than collecting profits and assigning positions."
- Dr. Peter Lawrence, THE PETER PRINCIPLE
Odd breed, you Sapiens. Odd breed indeed. No hard feelings but it's a curious world you have built for yourselves.