The lack of reflective seriousness with which he takes his job is the most disappointing development of Swish Obama’s first year in the White House.
This sore subject arises, like a biff on the nose this afternoon.
Iran is fearlessly mocking the distressingly simplistic Swish for believing that the Smiling Dwarf would obey his end-of-the-year deadline for muting — or doing something, anywith — with Iran’s nuclear bomb program.
When the Smiling Dwarf ridicules you in public, sticking his thumbs in his ears and wiggling his fingers at you the way dopey kids used to, brother, you have a credibility problem.
Like the President’s entire agenda for his first year, it never has been exactly clear what Swish expected the Smiling Dwarf to do about Iran’s scary, far-flung, all over the country, nuclear program.
I have purposely been vague in characterizing Swish’s admonition to the tenders of the Iranian asylum because Swish has been typically cloudy himself. When addressing brother Muslims, he is like a bashful boy trying to summon the courage to ask a shy girl to dance.
Hardly any one in Washington seems to know the contents of Swish’s standard flimsy but flamboyant threat to Iran. Through his press deputy Robert Gibbs at yesterday’s media conference, Swish kept saying that by golly, and by golly again, if Iran doesn’t cool down its nuclear program, the “international community” will come after them. Yes, right after pigs sprout wings. On the order of “Just wait until your father comes home.”
Swish Forecast: Cloudy
Swish’s stance toward Iran’s world-threatening nuclear network is just as maddeningly ambiguous as his positions on healthcare reform, climate change, jobs, various stimulus packages. Nobody knows what he believes. Except for being profoundly committed to redistributing America’s wealth among to the have-nots and never-weres, does anyone in Newspaperland know what Swish believes?
Forcing Iran to heel to his whims supposedly was going to be one of Swish’s opening year milestones.
Not true.
Given the Smiling Dwarf’s $50 million gift to the Obama campaign a year ago last summer, the President never had any intention of following through. He has given Ahmadinejad a pass, most egregiously since last June when the Dwarf hijacked the Presidential election so clumsily that Swish was the only person of influence who thought the outcome was legitimate.
Brave Iranians have been periodically risking their lives since June, going into the streets to cry out against the dictatorial regime. Swish, whose tone deafness comes naturally, has responded by closing his eyes and clamping one hand over each ear. He remembers the $50 million pledge he made to give the Dwarf the leeway he wants.
Swish reminds me of a shallow, floppy-haired teenager who wakes up every morning determined to prove to his skeptical family he can achieve 15 tasks before bedtime. Indeed, he touches 15 bases. But he doesn’t pause at any of them long enough to accomplish any change.
The flighty Swish also reminds me of the young collegian who boasted he could make love to more girls in a year than anyone in his class.
Arrogance was Swish’s downfall as a community organizer, in his professorial days and as an under-accomplished legislator from Illinois. Gradually, by the day, it is once again mushifying the ground beneath him as he dashes from country to country, frantically trying to paper over his yawning deficiencies.
