Gee, uh, Mr. President. You seem to have tucked the back of your skirt into your pantyhose……….
Here we are in the final approach to what is arguably the most pivotal election in the nation’s history and we have Mr. Obama, the sitting President of the United States of America, talking about having his “feelings hurt” over a comment his opponent made about Jeeps being manufactured in China, and then doubling down to say he was “offended” by criticism of his bungling and cover-up of missteps during the bloody siege in Benghazi.
Apparently when one’s entire four year tenure is viewed as an unmitigated disaster and provides no platform on which to run for re-election, the last vestige of strategy when not race-baiting is to play the pity card.
I cannot imagine a circumstance under which ANY of the un-impeached presidents in my lifetime would resort to such a maudlin, sissified tactic yet that is the depth to which he and his campaign have sunk. It’s been rumored that Vladimir Putin fell into a giggle fit. When they got him off the floor he started watching Obama on his U.S. television feed again and chanted “Four more years. Four more years!” then raised his glass of vodka toward an aide and shouted “Nazdrovia, Komrade Obama!”
What a farce. Imagine DDE, JFK, LBJ, the warm and fuzzy Nixon, Gerald Ford, Mr. Reagan, or either Presidents Bush talking about hurt feelings at any time, much less the week before an election. Even Jimmy Carter wasn’t that lame, yet in the home stretch when all other traction has been lost with respect to reassembling Humpty Dumpty, the final grasp is for sympathy in lieu of any workable plan, a strategy sure to have our enemies salivating at the prospect that the election gets stolen at the voting booth despite all sophisticated polling evidence to the contrary.
The Obama campaign also trotted out the “Evil Bain Capital” banner again in another last ditch effort to divide and incite class animosity, for according to the neo-Leninist-socialist-Marxist disciple with pro-radical muslim proclivities, making money from hard work in business is taboo, a curiously subjective and selective viewpoint on wealth accumulation. Kevin Garnett of the NBA makes just under $25 million per year, which works out to around $6200.00 per minute and $300,000.00 per game. Tiger Woods made $100 million last year. Producer James Cameron made $257 million. Oprah watched her income FALL by $125 million last year so she only made $165 million. Johnny Depp pulled in $100 million and even Adam Sandler made $50 million. But, Mr. Romney accumulates a net worth of $265 million after nearly 30 years in business and that somehow makes him Dr. Evil.
Aside from making a lot of money, the work of the aforementioned celebrities and athletes produced nothing of lasting impact, unless the fleetingness of entertainment in and of itself is somehow considered a substantive building block of economic growth. By contrast, Mr. Romney and Company provided seed money and capital through various investment vehicles to the likes of Staples, Sports Authority, a bankrupt Steel Dynamics, now the fifth largest carbon steel producer in the country, Brookstone, Guitar Center, Dunkin Donuts, Burger King, Domino’s Pizza, Toys R Us, The Weather Channel, Burlington Coat Factory, and Clear Channel Communications, and that is only a partial list of his critically successful ventures. These companies not only thrive thanks to his vision, they are ongoing entities that continue to grow and continue to offer jobs where in many cases there weren’t jobs, or positions had become nearly extinct.
Mr. Obama rails against that type of success and in one final act of pre-election desperation is trying to convince voters anew that there is something inherently wrong with his opponent, suggesting that such achievement has come at their expense and that Mr. Romney is a cruel and heartless monster. Spoken like a true neophytic community organizer.
Moreover, the small sampling of companies above and others just like them were targets for Mr. Obama’s onerous plan of taxation, known euphemistically as Obamacare. He does not see the long term viability such entities present for sustainable growth and instead sees them as pawns upon whom he might descend as prey to shackle them with regulation and manipulate them for his social engineering programs.
Apparently zealous ideology makes one immune to the lessons of history and precludes one from recognizing innovation and productivity, while simultaneously rationalizing that someone like Jay Z is a righteous brother, despite the fact he made his fortune producing dirty nursery rhyme chants that denigrate women, glorify crime, and passed it off as “art.”
As you read this missive on Monday the day before the election, there should be a palpable sense of relief, for it means that the curtain is about to be drawn on four years of the endless campaign.
It will mean that the self-promotion and hype behind a figment who was sold as an all-knowing and all-caring leader, who found time for a photo-op at a weather bureau last week but took off for a Las Vegas fundraiser when the slaughter in Benghazi was underway, will have reached a conclusion and that it will no longer require an air-sickness bag to watch the news, which does not mean, however, that the remaining ten weeks of the administration will not make headlines.
In fact, if there was any time during Mr. Obama’s tenure that it might pay to fasten your seat belts, put up your tray tables, and return your seats to the upright position, it will be now until Mr. Romney is sworn in as president, for we must prepare for acts of untold petulance in the Oval Office as he pouts and stomps his foot until the last trip on Air Force One whisks him and his sullen bride to Hawaii.
Let’s be honest. The Obama’s by their own admission never liked our country, and now that its electorate sends them packing all pretense and niceties will vaporize before your eyes and the real contempt and animus will be displayed because there is nothing for which to longer pose or pretend. Anticipate a recklessness of untold proportion, executive orders that strain credulity, and hostility from Michelle Obama like that of a woman scorned, for her time as queen and celebrity-wife will have reached its terminus. It will be a personal affront to both of their egos that neither will be able to hide, and if discourtesy was the hallmark of their “reign” one can hardly expect congeniality when they get the boot.
Here’s my bet: if Billy Bob Clinton could pardon fugitive Marc Rich on his last day in office, I’m putting money on Obama’s last act of defiance to be a full pardon for the Blind Sheik.