I’m settling in to a new work schedule, so I apologize for the sporadic updates lately. Dadmocracy should now be updating regularly every Monday. Garfield, you have one less reason to hate Mondays now! Buck up, grumpy!
“When the going gets tough, the tough go campaigning. So, almost as if he were still running for office rather than actually running an office, the president arranges a photo-op or a town-hall meeting, where, for the moment, the hopeychangey shtick still plays. ‘I have an urgent need,’ a freeborn citizen of the republic (I use the term loosely) beseeched the president in Fort Myers this week. ‘We need a home, our own kitchen, our own bathroom.’
As Michelle Malkin commented of the urgent needer: ‘If she had [had] more time, she probably would have remembered to ask Obama to fill up her gas tank, too.’ Obama took her name — Henrietta Hughes — and ordered his staff to meet with her. Hopefully, he won’t insult her by dispatching some no-name deputy assistant associate secretary of whatever instead of flying in one of the bigtime tax-avoiding cabinet honchos to nationalize a Florida bank and convert one of its branches into a desirable family residence, with a swing set hanging where the drive-thru ATM used to be…
Someday soon this inaugural Obamateur Hour (as one of my correspondents, John Gross, calls it) will end and the ‘events’ phase will begin. Back last spring, some gloomy reflections of mine on multiculturalism prompted a reader to advise me to lighten up: ‘We’re rich enough that we can afford to be stupid.’ A mere nine months later, the first part of that equation no longer seems quite so obvious…
America has a choice: It can reacquaint itself with socioeconomic reality, or it can buckle its mandatory seatbelt for the same decline most of the rest of the West embraced a couple of generations back. In 1897, troops from the greatest empire the world had ever seen marched down London’s mall for Queen Victoria’s diamond jubilee. Seventy years later, Britain had government health care, a government-owned car industry, massive government housing, and it was a shriveled high-unemployment socialist basket-case living off the dwindling cultural capital of its glorious past. In 1945, America emerged from the Second World War as the preeminent power on earth. Seventy years later . . .
Let’s not go there.”
Glenn can seem pretty buffoonish to anyone who isn’t used to him; I’ve been listening to his radio show for the last 3-4 years and he predicted our current economic crisis well before anyone else saw it coming. He lost a lot of ratings for harping on it for the last couple of years, but he knew what needed to be said. His credibility with me is as high as it gets.
Yup, I found another stupid news article about how cartoonists are drawing on eggshells when it comes to President Obama. I found their quote from Ted Rall (who inspires cartoonists everywhere by showing that even the most simple-minded buffoon who can manage to grip a pen without shoving it up his nose can become an award-winning journalist) interesting:
Rall, who is liberal, said it’s harder to take shots at Obama because he’s smart, charming and handsome, “so when you attack the personality, people suspect there’s only one reason: It’s gotta be his race. My conservative cartoonist friends find it very frustrating.”
I don’t think Rall’s released his obsequious grip from the President’s pant leg long enough to notice that some of us don’t need to stoop to racism to criticize the policies of a President who has managed to break almost all of his campaign promises within his first month in office. I, for one, have swept all the eggshells off my floor and plan to stomp around quite a bit for the next four years, regardless of any corrupt politician’s skin color.
