I did not have an opportunity this afternoon to ask Fireball Maxine Waters to succinctly summarize the 1,018-page healthcare bill that is in dripping-wet putty condition as we ponder this.
The Congresswoman could not have done it. She has not read the darned thing. She is an aging hothead, but an astute hothead.
You can fake your way through hordes of reading material that is encountered in daily life, but not this baby.
Unlike, say, the bible, whose contents you can know without thumbing through one page at a time because the material is ubiquitous, the reverse is true of what surely is the nuttiest legislation Washington has dreamed up in 230 years.
That Swish Obama would go before the public numerous times last month and declare with scripted frown and phony sincerity — how about that phrase? — that the mystery legislation had to be passed by the end of July is a measure of the backwoods amateurism with which he has been running the country for 7 months.
I am not very smart, but I obviously am smarter than Swish because I know I could not effectively govern America.
He doesn’t know that he is entire incapable and unqualified with the garbage-level decisions he now is making on a daily basis.
Failing at a Record Rate
Surely he is the poorest leader in the White House since Bill Henry Harrison in 1841.
Mr. Obama had not read the 1,018 pages last month, still hasn’t, and still says we should pass it forthwith.
Mr. Obama has been caught in video supporting rival visions of the still unfinalized legislation — and then sent out one of his 12 communications whores, Linda Douglass, to tell a freshly baked lie to form a sandwich with his opening lie — that he never held the position he was recorded supporting.
Although his personally preferred political philosophy is well left of center, which is perfectly valid, his day-to-day philosophy analogizes to a bucket of water. It sways the way water does inside a pail, when the pail, or Mr. Obama, budges.
If you woke him up at 3 o’clock in the morning or 3 in the afternoon, he could not describe in 6 sentences or less his core political beliefs or his core philosophy of governing.
Last weekend, Mr. Obama and his deputies told at least 4 or 5 versions of how badly he wanted the public option component, how little it meant to him, and then lying about it a second time to mask the original incompetency.
Sometime before Mr. Obama is laughed out of office or leaves on his own, his funny-walking administration is going to be the inspiration for a series of comedy films that will earn billions for a clever Hollywood producer.
President Obama is as overwhelmed as his runt-ranting advisors, little Henry Waxman, little Harry Reid, little Paulie Krugman, would be if these ethical dwarves had to match up for a basketball game against the Lakers.
For the genuine and embarrassed supporters of Mr. Obama, surely it must be heartbreaking to see their hero helplessly fall out of the sky every single day, like an alcoholic tumbling wildly from a helicopter.
