Anyone who has followed politics studiously over the years is aware that there are gifted politicians who, for whatever reason, eventually find their campaigns haunted. I do not mean haunted by accidental events or by a clod or two at campaign headquarters. I mean haunted. I mean visited by the weird, by supernatural pranksters, by what our Islamic friends call djinni.

Clearly, after months of suave upward mobility, Senator Obama is now in this unfortunate condition. The bizarre is his companion. The paranormal is a constant possibility. Though the members of the press are too stuffy to mention it, recent setbacks to his campaign are not normal.

The gifted young senator appears in San Francisco amongst his fellow moral and intellectual colossi. For an instant he lets down his guard. In this closed meeting he blurts out what he really thinks, and somehow his remarks are taped.

A “friendly” Web site posts his remarks, and all hell breaks loose. All of a sudden every politically alert American knows that in San Francisco (of all places) Mr. Obama explained that religion is the opiate of the gun nuts, who have been out of work and living angrily in jerkwater for “twenty-five years.”

How did that tape ever get out, and why would Mr. Obama’s friends at that Web site not recognize its potential for ruin?

Or consider a more recent and even more bizarre interlude. Senator Obama is having breakfast in Scranton, Penn. A reporter asks for his reaction to President Carter’s meeting with the thugs of Hamas, and Mr. Obama waffles.

Perhaps, that is not so surprising, for he has waffled along the campaign trail. But now comes the paranormal part. The wretch waffled while actually eating a waffle — reportedly a Belgian one.

Weirder still, Mr. Obama acknowledged his waffle, exclaiming to the reporter: “Why can’t I just eat my waffle?” and “Just let me eat my waffle.”

Now, after the Pennsylvania primary, I suspect Mr. Obama’s odd occurrences will multiply. There will be freakish moments as there have been with other ill-starred leaders, reminiscent of Jimmy Carter being attacked by an amphibious rabbit in 1979 or Richard Nixon photographed while strolling along a sandy beach wearing wing-tip shoes before impeachment was even contemplated.

The press’s focus on Mr. Obama’s campaign will change from their recent absorption with his fabulously charismatic inanity to speculation on his next calamitous occasion. When might he next bump his head on a waffle or while exiting an airplane? Remember when President Ford captured headlines by bumping his head? For Ford, it was the best press he had gotten in months.

I do not anticipate that Senator Obama’s diabolical infestation will receive the extensive press coverage that was accorded to Presidents Carter, Ford, and Nixon. The journalists esteem him. They believe he is different from the common politician they encounter. He says he is, and they believe it. He is for “change,” for “community,” for all Americans to “come together.” That does not sound very different from anyone else who has sought the Democratic presidential nomination, but the mainstream journalists forget things.

They also ignore indelicacies, for instance, the Obama supporters now under indictment, at least one of whom has some disturbing Middle Eastern financial sources. The journalists also have paid little attention to the fact that in 2005 the newly-elected senator from Illinois bought a $1.65 million dollar house for $300,000 under the asking price.

Actually, I dissent from my journalistic colleagues’ belief that Mr. Obama is different. He has been a political hustler all his life, much as the Clintons have and many other Democratic miracle workers too.

When he graduated from Columbia University he came to Chicago and at 23 became a community organizer in a poor Chicago neighborhood whose residents’ viewed him as a slick outsider, which he was. Here, again, we see him as not unlike the left-wing Clintons of the late 1960s or Jean-Francois Kerry or Al Gore.

Soon Mr. Obama returned east for a Harvard Law School degree, after which he immediately entered Chicago politics. He has been in politics all his adult life. How does that make him different from other top Democrats?

Well, allow me to return to that Scranton, Penn., waffle. Certainly the Clintons, and probably most of the other erstwhile Democratic presidential contenders, would have the good sense not to mention it while waffling before the press.

But then none of these contemporary Democrats has Mr. Obama’s problem with the paranormal. Perhaps this is a matter for the Reverend Jeremiah Wright’s professional services.

Mr. Tyrrell is the founder and editor in chief of the American Spectator, a contributing editor of The New York Sun, and an adjunct scholar at the Hudson Institute.