Just after Obama was elected, I was on a TV panel ostensibly about those “atheist” bus ads.
(You may remember that appearance as the one a highly placed liberal political operative tried to get cancelled. I can’t remember whether this was before or after he vowed to prevent me from entering the state of Israel. Like all his efforts to crush me, it failed miserably — even leading to his being denounced in Parliament [video].)
Lots of people have told me later they still think about that TVO appearance, if only because of the way it ended. The panel was all clucking enthusiastically about Obama’s brilliant inaugural address (which I doubt they rememebered a word of, even at that recent date.)
Steve Paikin turned to me and asked what I’d thought of it.
I replied, “I didn’t watch it. If I’d wanted to hear a Marxist college professor talk for 30 minutes, I’d have gone to college.”
In fact, all day I’d hidden in my office (which makes it a typical day), coming out long enough to watch the Bush’s wave goodbye board Marine One. I actually, automatically, waved back. Then I grabbed a Kleenex and rushed back to work so I wouldn’t have to see Obama’s face.
The shocked intakes of breath around the panel almost sucked the air out of the room.
The normally unflappable Paikin looked slightly stricken, and an outrageously outraged Dr. Buckman (who I must say lives up to the old wives tale that we all end up with the faces we deserve) actually insisted that I repeat what I’d just said, in a display of sixth-form theatrics you’d think a grown man would steeer clear of.)
I just sat there with my hands folded. I knew I was right. I’m pretty much always right.
I wonder what my fellow panelists think of their Messiah now.
