You absolutely must read the whole thing, but here’s my favorite one:
Style, style, style. Remember socialist Europe is where we get our designer eyeglass frames, Gucci bags, and French fashions. Instead of a strutting, Bible-quoting Texan, replete with southern accent and ‘smoke-em’ out lingo, they get an athletic, young, JFK-ish metrosexual, whose rhetoric is as empty as it is soothing. The English-only Obama lectures America on its need to emulate polyglot Europe; while a Spanish-speaking George Bush is hopelessly cast as a Texas yokel.
When I saw Obama stride down the steps of his jet, carelessly throw his jacket over his shoulder and put on his shades like a movie star or music mogul, I laughed out loud. The man is a caricature! But I knew the Europeans would love it and the Left here at home would love it too.
Ooooo la la! It’s Obama, he is tres chic!