From a safe distance – so you don’t get any on you – one observes President Obama’s sadly unserious sally into the pit that is Cuba.
Pretending that he is in a setting as normal as Kansas, as fun as the Bahamas, sunglasses-sporting Mr. Obama strolls about this island garbage can where people are imprisoned daily for merely voicing opposition to the government.
He does not have to pretend what a literally dead dead-end Cuba is. He doesn’t know any better.
After being informed of the latest Muslim terrorism stunt in Belgium, Mr. Obama, who has forbidden himself to say “Islamic terrorists,” the president and his fashion-floozy wife hied off to a baseball game, where he spent the afternoon laughing big with Junior Castro, who denied Cuba has political prisoners.
Reporters were issued xeroxed copies of Mr. Obama’s Belgium-specific reaction to the new Islamic animal outbreak.
He condemned “these outrageous attacks against innocent people.”
At least Mr. Obama cannot be guilty of original sin. Turns out he used the same words last December after San Bernardino – after which he also went out and played. A useless lightweight, incapable of seriousness, must have his fun.
Since no one named Castro came to the Havana airport Sunday to welcome the recreation-chasing Obamas, you can see how stunningly unseriously he is viewed by the bongo drum version of Uncle Joe Stalin.
Mr. Obama long ago dedicated his daily life to maximally amusing himself. Terror attacks bother him less than a red light while driving through a hick town.
His lack of love, lack of feeling, lack of inherent loyalty to our country – which used to be the world’s most important – comes through when he is speaking to a monkey like Junior Castro or Buzz the Imam in Iran.
You look at our low-octane president with the spaghetti spine, and you wonder how such a congenitally unserious person landed such a serious job. Did he buy a ticket? Win the lottery? Lose a beer bar debt?
He should be supervising snow ploughs in Miami Beach.
Good for dusting off his rusted, rested, raindrop-sized imagination.
