It has seldom been remarked how large a role self-pity plays in the wildly popular 45-year-old Presidential candidate's personality. Obama's Dreams from My Father: A Story of Race and Inheritance concludes with a relatively brief description of his wedding, as performed by the Rev. Jeremiah A. Wright, Jr. Here's the happy ending to the book (which, according to Google, has never before been quoted online, fueling my suspicion that almost nobody has finished his bestseller because it's such a downer):
"The person who made me proudest of all, though, was [half-brother] Roy. Actually, now we call him Abongo, his Luo name, for two years ago he decided to reassert his African heritage. He converted to Islam, and has sworn off pork and tobacco and alcohol. He still works at his accounting firm [in America], but talks about moving back to Kenya once he has enough money. …
Abongo lifted up his glass of fruit punch for a toast.
"'To those who are not here,'" he said.
"'And to a happy ending," I said.
"We dribbled our drinks onto the checkered-tile floor. And for that moment, at least, I felt like the luckiest man alive."
I love that last sentence in the autobiography that Random House paid Obama to write at age 33. That not only "for that moment," but that day in and day out he just might be one of the luckier men alive never occurs to him.
Obama's concluding phrase "luckiest man alive" is a common misrendering of slugger Lou Gehrig's famous July 4, 1939 farewell speech at Yankee Stadium as he was dying at age 36 of Lou Gehrig's Disease [insert "shoulda seen it coming" joke here]:
"Fans, for the past two weeks you have been reading about the bad break I got. Yet today I consider myself the luckiest man on the face of this earth."
Here is the president of the Harvard Law Review getting married to a lovely woman (who is, he neglects to mention, a fellow Harvard Law School graduate and fellow Ivy League bachelor's degree holder) and, yet, he wants us to know that he feels as lucky as Lou Gehrig did while dying … "for that moment, at least."
In other words, in almost all other moments (as detailed at vast length in his book), Obama feels like fate has done him a dirty deal.
We should all be so unlucky.
Now, here's what's really funny. I bet that when a lot of people realize just how profound is Obama's sense of self-pity, they will feel, deep down inside in all sincerity, that we should get together and elect him President … just to cheer him up.