So I don’t listen to Rush much. I don’t dislike him really, I just find his style to grate on my nerves like fingernails on blackboards. I guess people respond to his self-aggrandizing sound bites, but they just make me want to change the station.

But I was listening to him yesterday on the way to “The Dark Knight” and he was playing a song written by a sycophantic Obama supporter that is fairly representative of the personality cult that has grown up around Obama. If you get a chance to hear it, try not to rip out your eardrums. Luckily Rush had pity on his listeners and did not play the entire song.

As a response to the song, one young lady from California called in and compared Obama to Britney Spears. I haven’t had such a good chuckle in a long time, and I have to admit that I think she’s on to something. Obama, to me, is simultaneously being enhanced and diminished by the spotlight that is on him. There is something in Obama that seems to crave that spotlight in a way similar to Britney Spears own dysfunctional relationship with it. The more the light shines on Obama, the more he seems to shrink in its glare. To me anyway. His tired platitudes gain no illumination from the light, and his inexperience seems to radiate more strongly every day. But mostly what I see is a man who more and more believes that spotlight to be his own by some sort of divine right. And this, I believe, is a dangerous thing.

The culmination of this self-fixation and belief in a sort of manifest destiny is the monumental conceit of the man in taking his election campaign overseas where he appears to believe he has already earned the right to speak as a world leader.

One hopes that such overarching ego would carry the seeds of its own destruction. That would be the case if there were any justice in the universe. Well, one can hope that what I see is leaking around the edges of other people’s filters and getting into their own brains.

We’ll see.