Duty Calls
March 17, 2011 by Ben Crystal
As Japan faces a long, costly road to recovery, battles continue to rage across the Middle East, the American economy continues to flounder and Democrats are beginning to threaten active violence against their opponents—including death threats against Wisconsin’s governor and legislators and Tea Party leaders who have committed the unpardonable sin of standing up to the Democrat Party’s union thug accomplices.
That menu of misery ought to provide enough to keep any chief executive busy for two or even three whole days. Certainly, one might expect an engaged President of the United States to be putting in a solid couple of hours of work per week. There are those across the fruited plain who would certainly clear their calendar of social, mundane or just plain silly scheduling conflicts to give their full attention to matters which require intense scrutiny.
Then, there’s President Barack Obama.
During the eight years of George W Bush’s Presidency, Democrats and their flacks in the corporate media mercilessly flogged the nation’s 43rd President every time he scanned the sports section. In fact, in August of 2005, The Washington Post devoted 16 paragraphs to the President’s vacation schedule. According to a Democrat National Committee spokespuppet:
“The White House stonewalling operation is moving to Crawford for the dog days of summer, but they can’t hide from the legitimate questions dogging the president…”
Evidently, brush-clearing in Crawford is nowhere near as worthwhile an endeavor as working out your NCAA hoops brackets for ESPN, hitting the links (for the 61st time) and getting your crunk on with your homeboys at the Gridiron Club.
It used to bother me when Bush would take extended vacations. I knew that despite Democrat-authored complaints about his lack of connection to his duties and his constituency, he remained very much in command. But his remoteness seemed a bit on the cavalier side. It’s all about the appearances, kids. And given the fact that above-cited Washington Post story was hardly unique in its scope, Bush’s summer sojourns clearly bothered the hell out of the Democrats.
Oddly, I have yet to hear a peep from the corporate media carnival about Obama’s oddly high number of non-natural disaster, economic collapse or Democrat sympathizer-issued death threat-related activities. But they covered his congratulations to the 2010 Stanley Cup Champion Chicago Blackhawks. (As a Rangers fan, I say “boo.”)
Before those of you who list too far to port start emailing my address to the SEIU’s Department of Leg-Breaking, hear me out. I love the idea of a thoroughly detached Obama.
Play 36 instead of 18, Mr. President. Don’t just wear the Blackhawks’ jersey with “Da Prez” emblazoned on the back—head out with the boys for their next road trip. After you finish making out your brackets for ESPN, stick around and anchor SportsCenter for a while—you’re already familiar with the teleprompter. Spend the rest of the week partying with your sycophant liberal “journalists” at the Gridiron Club.
The disaster in Japan, the roaring fires in the Middle East and the economic morass at home are serious business; to be dealt with by serious people. While some of my conservative friends might suggest Obama’s soft-shoe of a schedule distracts him from serious Presidential obligations, I’d like to point out that distracting Barack Obama from serious Presidential obligations is like distracting your toddler from the power tools in the garage.
Obama has hemmed and hawed on Libya. He’s been a ghost in recent Capitol Hill discussions regarding the economy. And he was so dismayed by the almost cosmic-scale disaster in Japan that he… hit the links, partied with his yes-men and chose between Gonzaga and St. John’s.
And that is all fine by me. I’d rather have an absent President than a present imbecile. Suggesting that Barack Obama is out of his depth is like noting that Rahm Emanuel is a little bit on the creepy-looking side. Party on, Mr. President; and don’t forget about that enormously important White House conference on bullying. Oh, right—that was last week.
This week is his big trip to Brazil. Play to your strengths, Mr. President.
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