From the Inside Flap
James Delingpole, whose coruscating wit and laugh-out-loud asides have earned his fame as a British political commentator, is here to tell us how bad things could really get. From the socialized medicine that will make us want to avoid going to the doctor even when our hand is on fire (as his literally once was); to eco-fascism that will have us spending millions, if not billions, if not entirely ruining our already shattered economy, to protect un-endangered, man-eating polar bears; to immigration non-reform that will leave us wondering what country we're living in anyway; to a further dumbing down of an already execrable school system, with more PC inanities, such as banning "competitive games" because it might disturb children's self-esteem; to so many symptoms of decline and fall that we might as well all move to Albania to enjoy the high life.Hilarious, witty, impassioned, and perceptive, Welcome to Obamaland will have you laughing through your tears and taking courage from the eternal truth of conservative convictions.
From the Back Cover
In 1997, Britain elected a young, charismatic, inspirational leader, and the entire nation was filled with hope. For the next ten years, we suffered the pain of gradual disillusionment as Tony Blair failed to live up to every single one of our expectations. Why not save yourselves the trouble of slowly having your hearts broken and fast forward straight to the bitter and cynical phase? James Delingpole, one of Britain's most astute political journalists, is here to give you a quick reality bath. He has seen the future--your future--and it doesn't work.
--TOBY YOUNG, author of How to Lose Friends and Alienate PeopleTotally brilliant. As funny as St. Mark Steyn.
--ANDREW ROBERTS, historian and author of A History of the English-Speaking Peoples Since 1900
From Welcome to Obamaland Think of me as the hero of H. G. Wells's The Time Machine, bursting into your present, my clothes all tattered and torn, and on my face an expression of dire horror and impending doom. For I am afraid I have a terrible message to impart. I have just seen the future. Your future. And I'm sorry to say it sucks. This new president you've elected. You think he's going to make everything okay, right? Even if you didn't vote for him, you're kind of hoping that some good must surely come of it.
Ha ha ha ha ha. Ha ha ha ha ha.
That's the sound of me laughing darkly, by the way. So what, if any, consolation do I have to offer you in these dark and difficult times? Precious little, I'm afraid. Virtually nothing in fact, save the warm, self-affirmatory glow you get when someone tells you you're right, that some day your beliefs will be vindicated, that however long it takes, reality will win out.