Knife and fork in hand, for barely a moment last evening I was undecided which scene was more delicious – smiling Bibi Netanyahu’s fist-pumping victory in Jerusalem or grim Barney Obama’s payback pain-split mug, traceable to his latest ignominious defeat after arrogantly trying to flip Israel’s election.
He ain’t got no class, mama.
Humiliated, the president of the United States tried not to show it. The absence of even minimal self-discipline, however, betrayed him again.
Barney, hater of Jews, avowed enemy of Israel, drools when either subject is raised, privately and publicly.
Never mind that going into the final weeks Barney didn’t know Isaac Herzog, Mr. Netanyahu’s main rival, from Whitey Herzog, the former baseball manager. Ignorance on stilts never has been an impediment in his taped-together career.
Lack of even sketchy knowledge did not deter the most devious dude Washington has seen in decades from pouring hate-fueled consultants and millions of anti-Semitic dollars into his crazed campaign to defeat a man he regards more odiously than any Arab tyrant because those terrorist sponsors are his boys.
Couth Rhymes with Truth
Barney’s disarming lack of couth, his jagged-edged abandonment of even child-level courtesy remain, six years on, as perspiringly disappointing as any stunt his pinch-mindedness could conjure.
Both before and after Mr. Netanyahu addressed Congress a fortnight ago, Barney’s crude public takedowns of the prime minister sounded like puerile middle schoolers working on a Saturday Night Live script.
Isn’t it extraordinary that the president of the United States is far more fond of Butcher Boy Assad in Syria and of the Persian ayatollahs and their terrorist toys than he is of Mr. Netanyahu, Israel’s longest serving leader in the last 30 years?
An American president who coddles our enemies (well, maybe not his) and pushes away a putative friend – that is like having a nightmare unravel in your living room.
Since his presidency has tortured America, it is a sweet pleasure to watch ice cubes of angry disappointment poured furiously over his conniving head.
Since he cannot even define grace, he says this is why he never utilizes such a valuable character asset.
A crude, craven man who has surrounded himself with similarly handicapped sycophants, he refused this morning to congratulate Mr. Netanyahu. PJMedia (pjmedia.com) notes that Barney bows to tradition selectively. He fulsomely congratulated Erdogan, the Turkish turkey, Sisi of Egypt, Rouhani, the fake face of Iran’s killer lineup, and even new Papa Putin
Fundamental to the job, pal. Another basic tradition stuffed into the nearest fat waste basket.
Fuming over developments in Israel, Barney has his own favorite pacifier, fundraising trips. He would prefer to take every day of the week, that being his upper level of competence.
He is as lost today in the Oval Office as a 2-year-old in a sophisticated science lab.
Serves him right to spend today in Cleveland while painting over his psychological wounds with further craven fakery.
