[img]1|left|Ari Noonan||no_popup[/img]Still much too early for him to admit it, but The Spill is President Bumbler’s dreamed-of scenario.
Spectacularly large, as frustratingly cloudy as a blank screen, with a thousand new options bubbling to the surface every morning.
The greatest gift of all for a left-wing politician is its irresistible vagueness.
Even though Mr. Bumbler has failed to display a drop of leadership — as you would expect from an untrained, undisciplined community organizer — no one on the Left or Right has any idea whether he is leading us toward a resolution or still deeper into the abyss.
He, of course, does not, either.
There is not a conservative or liberal on the planet who has the least idea whether sometimes-President Temper Tantrum’s $20 billion shakedown of BP is enough, too much or too little. Guaranteed that President Bumbler does not have a clue.
Finally, almost a year and a half into what will be a drearily long four-year term, the Left this week realized what serious people knew before the election of The Joke Who Became President.
I Do Not Ask Questions. I Know All.
He is the most arrogant and incurious occupant of the White House since William Howard Taft, who never wanted to be President.
Historically, liberal politicians thrive in an abstract atmosphere dominated by inspecificity. Psychologically, Mr. Bumbler is as vague, as unclear and uncertain as any standard-issue liberal spit out by the stamp machine.
Why has he been so evasive about the horrid stimulus package?
Vacuity is a liberal’s Torah.
Why did he speak so consistently generically about the healthcare package? He and my dead dog hold the same degree of insight to it, and they have read the same number of pages.
Remember when he popped off a few weeks ago about Arizona’s anti-illegal immigrant law?
He said it because he was told what to say those words, and look mad. He still has not read the darned thing.
The nonsensical “cap-and-trade” climate bill, which can’t be called a climate change bill because it will tip off too many people and make them re-mad, is another gem of liberal abstractness.
Without a teleprompter, our imitation President is unable to speak 45 consecutive seconds about the climate change bill.
So why was Sen. Inspecific promoted to President Bumbler? Ninety-five percent of the reason motivating voters was the color of his skin. It didn’t matter that he is the thinnest skinned President since LBJ. It didn’t matter that he had less real-world experience than a teenage grocery store clerk.
What mattered was that he was black.
By golly, for how many years have liberals been telling us that diversity is their god, as long as that diverse person is liberal?
But when three of the most liberal media types in North America, Keith Olbermann, Chris Matthews and Howard Fineman, erupted after President Bumbler’s latest Know-Nothing speech from the Oval Office on Tuesday night, even they ran out of patience.
They finally concluded Bumbler a cartoon character delivering the same inspecific, head-swinging speech for the 5,000th time.
The rest of us knew that before he was elected. But, relax, friends. The circus will be in town for 2½ more years.
