When someone is off-key in music, it’s often referred to as a bit “pitchy”, although with all the shrill, shrieking, and accelerated tempo of caterwauling and sarcasm, I believe Mr. Obama now sounds more like he’s interviewing for a guest panel slot on The View.
When he is no longer president, he will be remembered, notwithstanding his abysmal policies, ineptitude, brashness, crassness, rashness, or having a Marie-Antoinette-let-them-eat-cake-type of wife, a woman so completely and utterly undignified that she is almost her own sitcom. No, what will be Mr. Obama’s lasting legacy is the marketing campaign established to help sell him to America. All we got was the movie, “Dave”, except Kevin Kline was smarter. We collectively bought some ocean front property in Phoenix, Arizona.
POTUS, it turns out, now stands for Poser of The United States, and the worst part is the man is just over 50 and destined to pull a Jimmy Carter for the next 35 or 40 years while he tries to re-package himself as somehow being relevant, as if relevant and disastrous are somehow interchangeable.
We are not, unfortunately, left with only Mr. Obama’s unchecked ego so we must survey the landscape currently being plowed with respect to Michael Bloomberg in New York City. Nothing about this fellow brings any thoughts to mind about Jack La Lanne yet he somehow has determined himself to be the arbiter of people’s diets, as if popcorn and soda by themselves alone are responsible for obesity, and that he magically can wave his mayoral wand and cure it. Where on earth did this come from, and who does this man believe himself to be regarding what people ingest? The very temerity of a politician interpreting his or her role as having control over people’s lives is so revolting and jejune that one can only wonder why a recall vote only occurred in Wisconsin.
It is not a matter of disagreeing with an individual’s politics, for as the inimitable Walter Lippman once said, when we all think alike, nobody thinks, and as repulsive and naïve as Mr. Obama is, and as borderline-retarded his economic policies are, he is, after all, the President of the United States of America. Therein lies the rub. Yes, he is a Marxist. Yes, he is wrong on too many levels to count, and yes, he has played the race game with such dexterity he has remained skid-proof, but the part that is most irksome is that he is a paper-thin lightweight in so far over his head, the idea of commenting upon his screwing of the country is no longer good sport for commentary or even fun. In fact, it is tiresome. He’s not even grasping at straws well. He’s been exposed, and we as a nation are the victims of this nearly four year folly, hopefully strong enough to flush it all away like the nasty smell of a filling station bathroom.
Mitt Romney was not my first choice for president because I prefer the skills of Herman Cain,but that does not mean Mitt can’t do the job. In fact, he arguably is the perfect man for the job. It is going to take someone with management skills (check for Romney; no check for Obama) It’s going to take someone with fiscal experience (check for Romney; no check for Obama) It will require integrity and resolve by someone not playing for pollster approval, which means a conviction and belief in proven economic policies, and not those written in a handbook by some commie sympathizer over 50 years ago, and, no Teleprompters.
There is a sick serendipity with respect to Allinsky and how he influenced Obama; Saul was a malcontent who fabricated theories while stroking his chin, as if he were some deep intellectual, when in fact he was a maladjusted phony preaching to others of his ilk who were too uninformed to realize he was a fraud, and we are now the unfortunate witnesses to the paucity of his weakly manufactured contrivances.
As if we don’t have enough problems to address, we have further evidence among the “glitterati” that the political landscape will be scraping bottom for the next five months, as evidenced by the recent and moronic comments by Joy Behar, suggesting that she hopes Mitt Romney’s house burns down and that he has to call the “Mormon Fire Department.” Those words are troubling on so many levels it is difficult to know where to begin, though I remain certain she will personally be the first to slide in an extra chair for Barack or Michelle come this December.
It is the first shot across the bow about Mr. Romney’s religion, although it is conveniently and purposefully forgotten that Harry Reid is a Mormon, too, and if anyone has really hurt this country over the past four years outside of Mr. Obama, it is indeed, Harry Reid. The most unfortunate part of Ms. Behar’s comments, outside of what she actually said, is that she is not held accountable, and that is the level to which the radical liberals will sink. In coin flipping parlance, just imagine the outrage if anyone dared to say the same thing about the Obamas. Eric Holder isn’t good for much, but you may be assured he would work in concert with the FBI to have a SWAT Team at the instigator’s home replete with helicopters for a similar wish about personal harm.
It no longer is a matter of outrage, nor is it a matter of simple disagreement, for differing opinions still provide the fabric for resolution and balance the tables in a reasonable way to advance the ball down the field. What is at the crux of the affront thrust upon us by this president, however, is the man on the mountain crying he wants to effect a transformation of an entire and very successful country, while stating at the same time that it can only be done on the terms he dictates.