The Los Angeles Times breaks new barriers in completely unhinged Obama think-pieces:

“Obama’s fame right now has little to do with his political record or what he’s written in his two (count ’em) books, or even what he’s actually said in those stem-winders. It’s the way he’s said it that counts the most.”

This is a Catch-22. The more Obama gets covered for being Barack Obama, the more famous he becomes for being Barack Obama. There are other ways to cover him, for instance: as a politician, as a former community organizer, as a law professor. As my own little bit of due diligence, I found an old, substantiative post by Hilzoy at Obsidian Wings on his national political record. Enjoy it, there’s not much out there like it.

“Like a comic-book superhero, Obama is there to help, out of the sheer goodness of a heart we need not know or understand. For as with all Magic Negroes, the less real he seems, the more desirable he becomes. If he were real, white America couldn’t project all its fantasies of curative black benevolence on him.”

When Obama started being discussed as a potential presidential candidate, and people said that America isn’t ready for a black president, I thought they meant “not ready like a bunch of degenerate racists,” instead of “not ready like a bunch of snickering adolescent boys who are so willfully mystified by girls they can’t be around them without getting nervous and saying something stupid.”

Meanwhile, over at the Atlantic, Andrew Sullivan jabbers on about a “stimulating” piece by the more-or-less openly racist Steve Sailer that adds to the list of stereotypes:

Third, there is the confusing contrast between the confident, suave master politician we see on television and the tormented narrator of Dreams, who is an updated Black Pride version of the old ‘tragic mulatto’ stereotype found in Show Boat and Imitation of Life.”

Keep in mind this is March 2007. We haven’t even had a primary yet. Either the media is going to run out of  thumbnail stereotypes by election season or they’re going to have to plow entirely new fields of crazy to get through next November.

(h/t Wonkette and The Private Intellectual for the finds)