Calling all cars.
Has anyone seen the tenant in the White House, the fella who has turned vanishing in a crisis into an art?
A tower of tepidity even in normal times, America’s first covertly Muslim president last was seen ducking into his favorite White House hideout upon returning from his latest Aren’t I Your Favorite President? tour.
The leader of the free world, technically, President Obama has pulled a Ted Cooke, again, crouching behind his favorite White House couch while fellow Islamists romp and stomp across the bodies of nonbelievers.
The weakest elected president since Andrew Johnson 150 years ago, has nothing to say to the American people or the others across the Western world hungrily – obscenely naively – looking for Mr. Obama to make a bracing, arousing, inspiring statement. This is tantamount to asking a dog to speak English.
For two days, Mr. Obama and his me-too court of timorous toadies in the media have been unable to think of anything grown-up to say.
Mr. Obama always has been uncomfortable standing in a showcase, showing gumption, evincing a remote semblance of leadership, encouraging his “fellow” Americans to fight back against Islamic evil.
He does not believe it is evil.
Perhaps the most revelatory public statement of his dreary White House career came a couple years ago when he actually said:
“The future should not belong to those who slander the Prophet.”
Liberal journalists, fearful of being called racists, merely burped and threw down another drink when they heard Mr. Obama say the ugliest words an American president could summon.
Quintessential dereliction of duty, a trademark of the left.
A shocking abandonment of responsibility by the cowardly sycophants at The New York Times, the Los Angeles Times and other influential left-wing newspapers.
Mr. Obama’s lack of worldly sophistication is better suited for a factory, placing caps on bottles.
A narcissist to the point of disgust, Mr. Obama long since has been stripped nude cerebrally, not only found wanting, but as empty, as vacant as a tiny water vial turned upside down.
He gives small-town politicians a bad name.
For seven consecutive years since taking office and shouldering responsibility for the first time in his adult, Mr. Obama, eyes glazed over, has wandered about in a dense rhetorical forest, a lost little boy in search of his mommy.
The upside is that if he has nothing to say for the next 24 months, we will abound in emotional benefits.
