Ask any liberal, and he will tell you: President Barack Obama is three years into an eight-year occupancy of the White House. Some people think Obama entered office as the coolest kid in school, but he’s coughing up that popularity faster than a cool kid who pukes at the prom. Since all liberal accounts declare Obama a lock for another term, why did he recently panic like a gambling addict who just blew $50,000 he borrowed from a guy named “Vinny.”
Panic led Obama to wade blindly into the case of George Zimmerman. After all, virtually every Democrat worth his weight in fraudulently cast ballots shifted his gaze from his beloved savior to joining the Zimmerman lynch mob. In suggesting Trayvon Martin would “look like” him, Obama played to the racist bilge that has consumed the foundation of the Democratic Party. It’s hard to imagine that it’s a particularly good strategy to blow bigoted kisses to the reprobates who were already solidly in his camp; but, then again, it’s hard to imagine someone who’s supposedly a celebrated law professor tainting an entire State’s jury pool just to make Al Sharpton smile.
Having set the hounds of hubris on the good people of the Sunshine State, Obama hightailed it to the Far East, where he partied down with outgoing Russian President Dmitry Medvedev. In between photo ops and looking at cool Korean stuff from a safe distance, Obama made time to whisper sweet nothings in Medvedev’s ear. While the obvious stumble involved offering even a whiff of improper diplomacy with the top minion of a guy who makes Bond villains look like Girl Scouts, Obama’s bizarre overconfidence stands in stark contrast to his bumbling incompetence.
Before Obama could board Air Force One for the return trip to the Nation’s Capitol, bad news headed from the Capitol to him. His signature socialist stunt, Obamacare, was flopping in front of the Supreme Court like a fish on a dock. Facing stiff questioning from the Justices, Obama’s Solicitor General Donald Verrilli stammered like the president of the chess club trying to ask the captain of the cheerleaders out on a date. Democratic Party mouthpieces responded to Verrilli’s efforts by blaming him — not Obamacare’s gross overstepping of Constitutional boundaries — for the Justices’ reaction. By the end of the week, the White House offered Verrilli the dreaded “vote of confidence.” Hey, Don: When NFL coaches hear that, they call the movers. One jaunt through the highest court in the land, and Obama took a broadside square in the legacy and his accomplices turned on each other like starving wharf rats.
In one week, Obama turned a local matter into a national embarrassment, fumbled the ball on foreign policy and watched his planned centerpiece to an unprecedented expansion of state power virtually laughed out of court. Even if the Justices decide not to bury Obamacare in the backyard, its political value is cooked.
Then, Congress reared back and booted him like an angry mule. As the Obamacare proceedings wound down, the House of Representatives voted down Obama’s obese Federal budget 414-0. Granted, some 21 House members didn’t vote. (They were busy fitting George Zimmerman for a noose.) But even if all 21 non-voters had fallen on their budgetary swords for Obama, that’s still the kind of score the Harlem Globetrotters would run up on the pickup team from the White House Protocol Office.
The hits just keep on coming. The Muslim Brotherhood is moving toward political domination of Egypt, turning “Arab Spring 2011” into “Islamofascist Summer 2012.” The drums of war beat loudly from Tel Aviv, Israel, to Tehran, Iran (not to mention Kabul, Afghanistan). North Korea’s new leader Kim Jong Un is just as crazy as his old man and his grandfather. Evidently, the rogue nation is building the missile to prove it. On top of all that, another one of Obama’s millionaire cronies is facing fraud charges.
It’s only Tuesday. I have some advice for Obama:
This whole “President” thing turned out to be a lot more than great seats for the games and dinner with Oprah. And it’s only going to get nastier. If you thought last week was tough, just think: Before this is over, you’re going to remember it as fairly mild. Do yourself a favor. Quit.