Typhoid Barry

September 22, 2010
By Robin of Berkeley

There's a fascinating phenomenon in medicine of a "carrier" of a disease. The most famous example is Typhoid Mary.

Mary was a cook in the early 20th century who spread typhoid to over fifty people, although she never contracted the infection herself. There are carriers of a variety of illnesses. For instance, a person can test positive for TB without having suffered from the disease.

Typhoid Mary is, I think, an apt metaphor for not just carriers of physical disease, but of psychological mayhem. I'm referring to people who wreak havoc without so much as lifting a finger.

The most extreme example is Charles Manson. Manson rots in prison for life, charged with crimes he did not personally commit. Hypnotically, he compelled his young charges to mutilate and massacre.

Jim Jones, the messianic San Francisco preacher and fan of Marx and Hitler, is another example. At People's Temple in Guyana, Jones managed to convince over nine hundred people to commit suicide by drinking cyanide-spiked Kool Aid -- even to feed it to their children.

Psychological carriers are on a continuum from the most deranged, like Manson and Jones, on down the totem pole. I regard those Columbia University luminaries, Richard Cloward and Frances Fox-Piven, as Typhoid Elitists.

From tony ivory towers, they concocted their theories about overwhelming and crashing the system. While the duo kept out of the fray, they aggravated and agitated urban black youths to riot.

Their manipulation of ghetto kids so outraged a then-young black reporter, Juan Williams, that he wrote an angry treatise for the Washington Post, "If Liberals Need Riots, Let Whites Do It." But that didn't stop Cloward and Piven from continuing to exploit blacks as foot soldiers in their quest for revolution.

Regarding the enigmatic Obama, there are many theories percolating to understand his modus operandi. Maybe he's a warrior righting the colonialist wrongs of his father. Or perhaps he's a fiery radical, à la Bill Ayers, raging against the system. Some people conjecture that Obama is a closet Muslim, trying to unleash sharia law on the United States.

While Obama appears to sympathize with all of the above, he doesn't embody
the warrior spirit. A freedom-fighter has fire in his belly; he burns with an inner combustion, even though his cause may be twisted.

Bill Ayers, for instance, got down and dirty by bombing the New York City Police Department, the Capitol, and the Pentagon. Van Jones served time in jail during the Rodney King riots.

But Obama the warrior? I don't see it. He's a poser and a posturer, a blank screen on which others project their fantasies. Obama does not embrace his father's dreams, nor does he have many of his own.

He's just Barry, an orphan with no country, the perennial outsider. A loner who prefers his own company or the anonymity of crowds. In clinical terms, he may be a "secret schizoid" -- outwardly engaged but, in actuality, uneasy around people.

Obama comforts himself with pleasures -- parties, golf, vacations. He's easily tempted by the allure of wealth and power. Through his affiliation with the slumlord, Tony Rezko, he and Michelle acquired a mansion.

Where was Obama's righteous indignation when black tenants endured rat-infested, unheated apartments? Where was Obama's towering passion when he cavalierly eliminated the D.C. school voucher program? As for his father, if Obama is ablaze with Barack Sr.'s spirit, why did Junior skip the man's funeral, and why did he allow Dad's family to live in squalor?

Obama is no warrior. He's the middleman, the closer. This country has had a date with destiny since the radical Left began spreading its poison decades ago. Obama is simply the empty suit brought in to close the deal.

Obama doesn't have the fire, or the cajones, as Palin memorably phrased it, to be a revolutionary. He likes his arugula and his fine wine. He will not get his manicured fingers dirty.

Like Cloward and Piven, he's another version of the carrier syndrome, a sort of Typhoid Barry. He gestures with his middle finger about Hillary and whips the crowd into a frenzy. Or he cajoles people to hit back hard, and maniacs beat up conservatives.

Obama sneers that Cambridge cops practice racism, and voilà, attacks against police burgeon. He demonizes the banks, and AIG employees receive death threats.

Obama doesn't lose his cool. Aside from the occasional passive-aggressive comment (for instance, saying snidely that Rush Limbaugh can play with himself), he's composed. Obama knows his role well. It was conceived and crafted before he was even born.

Unlike Mary, Obama is a carrier not of typhoid, but of something much worse -- the sickness of hatred. He mesmerizes the masses with his magnetic charm. He casts a hypnotic spell over the desperate and forlorn.

They become the warriors. With the snap of the hypnotist's finger, they'll do the dirty work for him.

A frequent American Thinker contributor, Robin is a licensed psychotherapist and a recovering liberal in Berkeley. You can contact Robin through her blog, robinofberkeley.com. The above information is designed for educational and entertainment purposes, not for definite diagnoses.

Information on Cloward and Piven drawn from David Horowitz' seminal book, The Shadow Party.

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