“After listing his administration’s accomplishments and vowing that “our most urgent task is job creation,” Obama pledged to keep fighting for a national health care system. “We knew this was hard,” Obama said. And then he described a letter he received from a campaign worker who suffered from breast cancer and has since died:
I got a letter — I got a note today from one of my staff — they forwarded it to me — from a woman in St. Louis who had been part of our campaign, very active, who had passed away from breast cancer. She didn’t have insurance. She couldn’t afford it, so she had put off having the kind of exams that she needed. And she had fought a tough battle for four years. All through the campaign she was fighting it, but finally she succumbed to it. And she insisted she’s going to be buried in an Obama t-shirt.
Many observers have noted that the president often seems extraordinarily self-referential. It’s all about him, they say. But even those critics might be a little taken aback by the “buried in an Obama t-shirt” remark. Is it really that much about him?”
WTF? Is this guy for real? It’s not his fault, obviously, that the poor woman had breast cancer, no insurance, and that she died. It’s also not his fault that she was so sadly delusional about her “savior” that she wanted to be buried in his shirt. What IS his fault is that he BRAGGED about it on TV. A normal person would be taken aback by learning that someone wanted to be buried in his or her campaign shirt. It would make them reflect on the meaning of charisma and the power of image, and also the burden of leadership. It would prompt them to think. In silence. In private. What a strange, absurd, little venal man we have in the White House.