Loins, I tell ya, loins. Yeah, loins. Nothin’ but loins….

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Desperation?  Drunkennness?  Drugs?   Take your pick.  David Axelrod’s latest summation of the President’s state of mind — or state of lower bodily functions — reveals an ugly truth.  As he sees it, the President is relying on the most primal, most irrational instincts in order to gain votes.   If one is to accept the biblical reference at face value, he is relying solely on his virility to carry him to victory.

In other words — in Yiddish —  all they’ve got is a schmuck.

Thanks, David.   You nailed it.   Ouch.

Now, for you eggheads out there, you know what Mikhail Bakhtin would have to say about this, and you know that no scholarly essay or book without the requisite number of Bakhtin quotes can ever be acceptable or gain you suitable employment or recognition within the academic fold.  It is the First Commandment for all up-and-coming-intellectuals:  “Thou must quote the Great Bakhtin.”

This unexpected Bakhtinian turn in Axelrod’s rhetoric most definitely sinks the Obama campaign into the realm of the Carnivalesque and of the lower bodily functions.   This means, of course, that Axelrod has revealed a slippage on the part of the Great One into  the medieval and primitive, which can only mean an abandonment of the rational and modern.

If you want some footnotes on all this — and on my own personal connections with Mr. Axelrod, which stretch back to the 1970’s and his days as a student at the University of Chicago — just ask.

Axelrod: Obama’s speech ‘coming from his loins’

Speaking to reporters after President Obama’s rally in Lima High School in Ohio Friday, longtime adviser David Axelrod said that the incumbent has never been more fired up.

“I’ve known him for 20 years. We’ve worked closely for 10 years. I’ve never seen him more exhilarated than he is right now. He believes in what he’s doing. He believes in what he’s fighting for,” the senior campaign strategist said.

“You can see in the speech that he’s delivering — that he, that this is coming from his loins,” Axelrod declared, adding, “I just wanted to say loins. I wanted to see if I could get loins in the story.”

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10 thoughts on “Loins, I tell ya, loins. Yeah, loins. Nothin’ but loins….”

  1. “If you want some footnotes on all this — and on my own personal connections with Mr. Axelrod, which stretch back to the 1970’s and his days as a student at the University of Chicago — just ask.” Well that’s intriguing…please tell us more, Professor!

  2. On the Carnivalesque, check out Rabelais and His World by Mikhail Mikhalovich Bakhtin. His argument is simple enough: before the Renaissance –when reason gained the upper hand — Western Civilization was way too focused on lower-body functions, which were primal and animalistic. Modernity itself is defined by the triumph of Lent (the spiritual and rational) over Carnival (the carnal and irrational). Why or how Bakhtin turned into a deity for so many intellectuals remains a mystery to me, but he did, somehow.

    On Axelrod: My wife shared an apartment in Chicago with Axelrod’s girlfriend and got to know him very well. Can’t divulge any details, but I’ve been hearing Axelrod stories for over thirty years, long before he rose to prominence, and none of them were flattering.

  3. Maybe he is referencing the loins as the Jews did in their Scriptures, because for them, the loins were the innermost part of a human being. There are plenty of references to that effect.

    But I doubt it. Axel is as amoral and self-loathing as a Jew as they come. The more he opens his mouth, the more he resembles one of the clowns you see in the History Channel documentaries on the Third Reich. Like any cheap desperate politician, he is plumbing new depths of vulgarity.

    Tuesday, where are you??

  4. The left is hate. The left has long been fixated on the so-called loins. The left’s platform is abortion, abortion, abortion, abortion.

    Axelrod was raised communist. When his old man croaked himself, his mother refused to attend the funeral.

    Everything about him screams ‘creep’.

  5. Whenever I hear about Axelrod and his communist pals, I’m reminded of what a gift the late mystery writer Mickey Spillane gave us in his novel, “One Lonely Night”.

    The novel is set in the early 50s, when communist rats were infesting the NYC waterfront, corrupting everything in their path.

    Spillane’s novel, clearly taken from published factual reports, reads like an action packed PET Scan of these genocidal cretins.

  6. Axelrod is a virtually perfect specimen of his kind: the seedy, disreputable, utterly corrupt political hack–and boy does he look and sound it. If Obama were smarter and had more class, he’d never rub someone this slimy in the public’s face, but Obama may actually find this schmuck impressive. Figures.

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