The announcement from Washington was so unsurprising, so formful, that only the reverse would have amazed us.
Ever since Mad Michelle ordered her Baracky to propose to her 20½ years ago, a choking mountain of evidence has been accumulating that Mr. Obama’s spine is on permanent holiday – just like our President.
The un-bulletin from Washington said that Mr. Obama had turned over fiscal cliff negotiations to Boob Biden, although that may not have been the first name that was used.
Given the seriousness of the fiscal crisis, the President’s predictable surrender was equivalent to handing the wheel of the family car to your 9-year-old because driving around hairpin curves scares both of his parents.
Engaged? No Thanks. He Is Married.
Mr. Obama is the most disengaged, uninvolved President of modern times. For example, he had less to do with writing, overseeing, much less implementing the most infamous legislation of his administration, ObamaCare, than Elvis did.
He is colder than Culver City’s weather has been throughout this shivering month.
In three years and 11 months in office, he has compiled fewer working days than Bill Henry Harrison 181 years ago. Mr. Harris is remembered for having died 30 days after taking office.
Mr. Obama is as allergic to work as the millions of gleefully unemployed whom he smilingly has supported with world-record food stamps and world-record unemployment extensions gleaned from your tax dollars and mine.
If President Obama, heaven forbid, had suffered the same fate as President Briefly Harrison, would anyone besides Mad Michelle have noticed? Or cared?
One of the favorite factoids about the best friend of the non-working man is that the only place he has worked up a bead and a quarter of perspiration is the golf course. To the dismay of many, he has bridged the days between vacations and verbal xeroxes of his single-form speech by squeezing in – squeezing in? – more than 100 rounds of golf.
“That is 75 rounds more than he should have played if he was serious about tackling problems in Washington,” the astute commentator Kevin Phillips told C-Span over the weekend.
To which we say, “Fore!”
