Obama schmaltz jumps shark in Berlin

David Brooks identifies exactly what put me off about Obama's schmaltzy Berlin speech:

Much of the rest of the speech fed the illusion that we could solve our problems if only people mystically come together. We should help Israelis and Palestinians unite. We should unite to prevent genocide in Darfur. We should unite so the Iranians won't develop nukes. Or as Obama put it: "The walls between races and tribes, natives and immigrants, Christian and Muslim and Jew cannot stand. These now are the walls we must tear down."

The great illusion of the 1990s was that we were entering an era of global convergence in which politics and power didn't matter. What Obama offered in Berlin flowed right out of this mind-set. This was the end of history on acid.

Since then, autocracies have arisen, the competition for resources has grown fiercer, Russia has clamped down, Iran is on the march. It will take politics and power to address these challenges, the two factors that dare not speak their name in Obama's lofty peroration.

The odd thing is that Obama doesn't really think this way. When he gets down to specific cases, he can be hard-headed. Last year, he spoke about his affinity for Reinhold Niebuhr, and their shared awareness that history is tragic and ironic and every political choice is tainted in some way.

But he has grown accustomed to putting on this sort of saccharine show for the rock concert masses, and in Berlin his act jumped the shark. His words drift far from reality, and not only when talking about the Senate Banking Committee. His Berlin Victory Column treacle would have made Niebuhr sick to his stomach.

Yes, absolutely. There was no there there, just "We Are The World" vapid uplift. Four years of this messianic claptrap sounds vomitous. This is just a liberal, Mr. van Driessen version of the high-minded, crusading universalism of G.W. Bush's second inaugural address -- and which, as it turned out, was pretty much the moment that this administration jumped the shark.

Obama hasn't jumped the shark yet, obviously. But he's got to figure out a way to speak about optimism without sounding like such a naif. Then again, it's got him this far, why stop now?

UPDATE: Gerard Baker in the Times of London hits it out of the park with this rapturously sarcastic take on Obama Messiah:

And it came to pass, in the eighth year of the reign of the evil Bush the Younger (The Ignorant), when the whole land from the Arabian desert to the shores of the Great Lakes had been laid barren, that a Child appeared in the wilderness.

The Child was blessed in looks and intellect. Scion of a simple family, offspring of a miraculous union, grandson of a typical white person and an African peasant. And yea, as he grew, the Child walked in the path of righteousness, with only the occasional detour into the odd weed and a little blow.

When he was twelve years old, they found him in the temple in the City of Chicago, arguing the finer points of community organisation with the Prophet Jeremiah and the Elders. And the Elders were astonished at what they heard and said among themselves: "Verily, who is this Child that he opens our hearts and minds to the audacity of hope?"

If American comedians can't find their traction on the Obama Messiah theme, they ought to just give up and get a real job.