[img]1|left|Ari Noonan||no_popup[/img]During the last two months, since The Spill erupted, we have witnessed daily reminders of why Barack Obama was not qualified to even run for President.
When BP blew up and Mr. Obama was asked to lead us through and out of this fearful crisis, his opening response was “What crisis?”
For 30 days, the White House accepted no responsibility for solving the second largest emergency of his administration.
The Left soon joined the Right in a swelling, then drowning, chorus of harsh criticism of his inaction, and that should have alerted him that The Spill, by golly, might yet grow into a disaster.
Mr. Obama’s well-known tone deafness and thin-skinned responses to even kidding criticism were in control of his one-note personality. Meanwhile, the Gulf of Mexico alarmingly began to sink from view.
On the one-month anniversary of The Spill, he once again rebuffed the desperate cry from across America to show us the way out.
His top professional achievement, prior to a year and a half ago, was serving as an unchallenged community organizer, making sandwiches and wiping runny noses. What does a community organizer know about leading? He never has been trained to even lead a hometown troop of Boy Scouts, much less a country, much less a country that he is not truly passionate about.
Ah, You Are the Warmup Act?
I think it was the commentator George Will who said the other morning that Mr. Obama treats the Presidency, inarguably the most powerful job on earth, as a training course for his next gig, Exalted Leader of the World.
He walks around, hands jammed into his pockets making inane statements, trying to think up something catchy, but registering empty each time. Here are some beauts.
“I can't suck it up with a straw.”
'Even though I'm President of the United States, my power is not limitless,” the President told Grand Isle, La., locals in a video released Friday. “So I can't dive down there and plug the hole. I can't suck it up with a straw. All I can do is make sure that I put honest, hardworking, smart people in place … to implement this thing.”
That is remarkably stupid.
He reminds me of a silent film actor who became shockingly trapped in the transition to talkies.
Now what do I do?
I would smile, except he is leading all of us down the wrong side of a mountain. He makes serious world leaders snicker into their sleeves when he is not looking, which is usually.
Calculatedly, he misinterpreted the belated call for belated leadership as a plea to show more emotion. Then he launched into football-style vulgarian talk that is unprecedented in the public thoroughfare from Presidents.
That is because Mr. Obama, sadly but predictably, has no idea how to play President.
Urging him to lead is like urging a day-old puppy to lead his new siblings across the road.
Even if you diagram a creative grid of tactics, Mr. Obama will not respond properly because he is unequipped to take charge.
Watching Mr. Obama play President is like watching your child carefully and barely misspell an eminently conquerable word near the end of a spelling bee.
No doubt he is trying.
But he has no idea what to do besides raise his voice and dust off tasteless, graceless vulgarisms.
