Maureen Dowd of the New York Times reveals a soft spot for Barack Obama in this piece in which she compares him to Mr. Darcy, romantic lead in Jane Austen’s Pride and Prejudice. Ms. Dowd would have us believe that the skinny Mr. Obama, prideful man that he is, is a victim of white prejudice. We are all Miss Elizabeth Bennets, according to Ms. Dowd, typical white people who instantly turn up our noses when we come across people of color.

Of course, Dowd makes no mention of the scornful, biased comments Mr. Obama made of the “bitter people who live in Pennsylvania, clinging to their religion and guns.” That doesn’t fit her template.

The odd thing is that Obama bears a distinct resemblance to the most cherished hero in chick-lit history. The senator is a modern incarnation of the clever, haughty, reserved and fastidious Mr. Darcy.

Like the leading man of Jane Austen and Bridget Jones, Obama can, as Austen wrote, draw “the attention of the room by his fine, tall person, handsome features, noble mien. …he was looked at with great admiration for about half the evening, till his manners gave a disgust which turned the tide of his popularity; for he was discovered to be proud, to be above his company, and above being pleased.”

The master of Pemberley “had yet to learn to be laught at,” and this sometimes caused “a deeper shade of hauteur” to “overspread his features.”

The New Hampshire debate incident in which Obama condescendingly said, “You’re likable enough, Hillary,” was reminiscent of that early scene in “Pride and Prejudice” when Darcy coldly refuses to dance with Elizabeth Bennet, noting, “She is tolerable; but not handsome enough to tempt me.”

It seems Ms. Dowd’s pretenses belie her idealogical prejudices in this piece. Barack Obama is no Mr. Darcy. Wickham, the perfidious prat who dealt in lies in order to advance himself is the character in the book to whom I would compare Barack Obama. The comparison of Wickham to John McCain is without logic. There is nothing similar in their characters except that it fits the plot of Ms. Dowd. Thank heavens Jane Austen had more understanding of human nature than Ms. Dowd who, in her liberal state of delusion views the presidential election as nothing more than a soap opera.

Great literature does teach moral lessons and Jane Austen’s study of young women and their lives does tend to lend itself to metaphorical comparisons.

Several days ago in this post I wrote about some conservatives who still look back with longing to the great Ronald Reagan and cannot accept the reality that our Republican nominee needs our support in order to defeat Barack Obama whether he espouses enough conservative policies or not. The alternative, Barack Obama promotes himself as a man of hope and change but his past and his policies are more attune to Jimmy Carter, the man from Plains.

Like Maureen Dowd, I employed some Jane Austin allusions:

No, John McCain is not Ronald Reagan, neither is he George W. Bush.

He is the Republicans’ nominee for President. By any understanding that we have John McCain is the only choice a serious American can make for President. It’s becoming apparent more every day that Barack Obama believes our country is deeply flawed and has plans to acknowledge that wrong by confiscatory methods…that is, he is a socialist with aspirations to remake our nation by taxation and government infringement on our rights and privacy. It’s becoming obvious that the Obama campaign believes that Americans who plan to vote for McCain instead of Obama are downright racists.

So do I love John McCain? Not in the romantic way but perhaps in Elinor Dashwood’s way before her sense gave way to sensibility….

I do not attempt to deny that I think very highly of him. That I …… greatly esteem him. That I like him.” Elinor said to her sister, Marianne.

The Marianne media is choosing sensibility over sense. Obama is their own John Willoughby.

I am hoping conservatives will come around this November. Hopefully they will choose to vote for John McCain, if not for love, at least for esteem and respect.

The bottom line is, John McCain is definitely not Barack Obama.

I doubt the haughty Ms. Dowd reads the humble Wide Awake Cafe but I believe my metaphorical comparisons using the literature of Jane Austen are more apt.