[img]1|left|||no_popup[/img]If you can imagine a waddling Mr. Oliver Hardy, late of the silent movies comedy team, desperately shooing 37 1/2 crippled, 3-legged amoebas out of his bedroom at 3 in the morning without disturbing his dying wife, you have an idea of what harried Swish Obama is doing off-stage these days when nobody is looking.
Which is hardly ever.
Hot-tempered Swish, who hopes to find time to actually play President during his second term, makes an institutionalized narcissist resemble Sister Teresa. He even dwarfs Mayor I Love Me, no physical feat for people other than Barbie Boxer, Billy Barty and Ahmadinejad.
No wonder Washington’s longest-reigning television camera hog, Sen. Chuck Schumer (D-N.Y.), was walking with a pronounced limp this week. Swish stepped on Sen. Schumer’s toes trying to be the first in front of the cameras on Wednesday morning.
Meanwhile, Swish is suffering from still another self-inflicted wound, his rash, typically emotional, typically unreflected decision to shut down the pristine prison for Muslim terrorists at Guantanamo.
On the day after he was inaugurated, when he announced his much-cheered decision to shut down Gitmo, he had no idea how he was going to dispose of the 229 inmates, pretty much knocking him out of the Executive of the Year prize.
This Qualifies as a Losing Record
In the intervening 6 months, Mr. Obama’s overwhelmed minions have managed to flush 11 Islamic terrorists into other lands. Eleven down, and only 218 to go, Swish.
The Bloomberg News (http://www.bloomberg.com/apps/news?pid=20601087&sid=akjpwany8I2c) reported this morning that the President may not be able to meet his self-imposed deadline of next Jan. 21 unless he backs up a truck with water wings and dumps them there Muslim boys into the nearby ocean.
While legislation technically prevents the U.S. from accepting any of these Islamic killers until after Sept. 30, Swish may be taking an incalculable risk if he tries to hide, or park, very many of them here.
Since Swish has ramped up the War on Terror, though you could not tell it from the way he is shielded from criticism by the newspapers, I wonder where he plans to put any newly captured terrorists.
Operating with a daily mentality that never seems to have risen above community-organizer level, I am confident he has not addressed this crucial question yet, even casually.
He is too busy denying, every morning before the ubiquitous cameras, why all of his grand Remake America plans have developed flat tires, except for the recently canonized St. Sonia, who sure wished she owned one.
Okay, Maybe You Can Fool Me
Surely there is a serious left-wing Democrat out there who could whisper into one of his rabbit ears that it ain’t cool to say “thank you, my favorite flavor,” when a world leader, gaming you, smashes a cream pie into your proboscis.
For sheer Presidential ignorance, naiveté and general unawareness in the last 109 years, Mr. Obama only is trailed by the regrettable Jim Carter.
He probably has set a world record for having been played for a four-star fool by the largest number of leaders during such a truncated period, merely his first half-year in office.
Let us stipulate that any smart person can be tricked.
However, the smart person — except for wise Latinas — surrenders his badge when he willingly submits to being fooled, event after event, visit after visit, by every single leader he has met with on the globe — except for Israeli Prime Minister Netanyahu.
Owing to his Muslim convictions, it is no surprise, except to last year’s willfully duped American Jews, that the only world leader Mr. Obama has stood up to and threatened was the single Jew he has encountered.
What a surprise.
In recent weeks, he has been acting like a country bumpkin high school kid who just received an open-ended airlines pass for his birthday, and he’s trying to hop a new flight every time one of them there plane things lands in Washington.
If you did not know better — and we do not — one would think Mr. Obama is trying to run away from something, or someone, given the frequency and fury with which he quits Washington.
