The President's Sad Tune

You get the feeling that the air is escaping from the self-inflated Obama dirigible of hype over substance, prose or policy and imagery over realty. Yesterday, President Obama did his usually fine job of speaking, but if you listened to the words, his presentation rang hallow.
The President's songs remind me of old fashioned FM radio, where listeners were subjected to the same tunes over and over again, until one simply accepted them as noise. It was later, we found out that disc jockey's were paid under-the-table to pump the records.
Gallup and Rasmussen both showed the Republican winning the generic Congressional ballot by four and six points respectively, an unheard of number given the circumstances. If health care is so critical and an overwhelming majority of American want the government in charge, then why does the Congress have its lowest rating ever at 21 percent? President Obama is now at 46 percent, according to Rasmussen.
People are scared. You see it everywhere in people's faces. The New York Times ran a story Sunday on Page One that said the "effective" unemployment rate wasn't 10.2 percent, but 17.5 percent, when you factor in those who don't apply for benefits or who have given up looking and are burning their savings and hoping for a gig. I run into people all the time who are either waiting to be laid off or know someone who is in their ninth or tenth month of idleness. This is a hard-core white collar Depression.
President Obama doesn't understand this. He thinks that it's about greed or some problem with the capitalist model. The printing of money, the bailouts then bonuses for crooked bankers and lazy investment officers, the anticipated seizure of our health care system and then cap and trade have frozen the investment class. Gold is now $1,111.00 per ounce and climbing.
The government took over the distribution of vaccines for H1N1 and have promptly botched that big time. Even in China, were there five times the people, those jokers have a handle on it. And we are not even in the heart of the flu season.
And, then at Ft. Hood, the country's largest domestic military facility, a base that one would hope had state-of-the-art security to protect from within and out, a medical officer manages to gun down 52 people with a pair of 20-round semi-automatic pistols before a local cop put him down. What has been more frightening than the success of this killer, is the level of denial from the President on down on its causes and lessons.
His inadequate reaction and remarks Tuesday were foreshadowed by his initial, almost indifferent announcement days earlier about the incident, when he spent many minutes acknowledging a crowd to a summit on Native American issues in a casual, joking matter then shifted on a dime to details of the crazed shooting. It was a spooky performance since most of American already knew how many brave soldiers had died at the hands of a Islamic-fanatic. You get the feeling that no matter what they put on the teleprompter, President Obama will read it without understanding the context or the audience.
In his words and deeds, President Obama believes political correctness trumps the security of our nation. Well, political correctness does indeed - kill.
President Obama said, that the soldiers, "were killed here, on American soil. . . . This is the fact that makes the tragedy even more painful, even more incomprehensible."
You wonder how stupid does this guy think we are? Incomprehensible? A troubled officer who was identified as a problem and potential security risk, who openly railed against the chain-of-command and the mission, consorted with groups sympathetic to the nation's harm, and his actions are beyond our President's comprehension?
Of course, there were the defenders of the President - Slate magazine, David Brooks of the New York Times and of course - MSNBC - the network of the liberally deranged.
So, hope and change has led to let's hope something will change. But nothing will change right now. The spending will continue and the President will still keep singing the sweet tune of collectivism and common purpose.
And less of less of us will have the radio on.







