Folie de grandeur

Valerie Jarrett, the power behind Obama’s shaky throne, has been described in official talking points as “an incredibly kind, caring and thoughtful person . . . the perfect combination of smart, savvy, and innovative,” with “an enormous capacity for both empathy and sympathy.”

So, how in the world did former chief of staff Rahm Emanuel ever come to think of her (and senior aid Peter Rouse) as bearing a resemblance to “Saddam Hussein’s maniacal sons, Uday and Qusay”?

Andrew Stiles at NRO paints a fascinating portrait of Jarrett in this post. She is a nasty piece of work, indeed, and one wonders if the preshizzle’s strange dependence on her isn’t the result of some unresolved “mommy issues”. On the other hand, maybe he’s simply being loyal to someone who has unstintingly shared his view of his own awesomeness (surely, the circle of such people is now contracting faster than a chiraptophobe’s sphincter encountering a cold endoscope).

Totally unrelated update: C’mon, Barry, say it. Say the two words, “under God”. You’re just quoting Abraham Lincoln, after all. It’s not as if anybody would ever think that that’s something you’d come up with. I mean, you took an oath to defend the constitution, and we know you don’t believe in that, so what’s the big deal? You’re not gonna go poof! in a cloud of smoke, or turn into a frog or anything. You could even make air quotes with your fingers when you say it. Just say the words.