Saturday, April 28, 2012

Da Preezy of the United Steezy

Is the errand boy sent by grocery clerks cool?  No, indeed he is not.  The corporate-controlled media is hard at work trying to get the Preezy of the United Steezy reelected.
President “Cool” recently appeared on the Jimmy Fallon show to “prove” his coolness, but instead gave the appearance of utter desperation while diminishing the office of the president.  Fallon thought his schtick was funny and Obama was chasing the youth vote.
Is Obama cool?  I’d be a helluva lot more impressed with him if he was merely competent—something he is not.  He’s all microphone and teleprompter—no message.  The question to ask is:  If you have nothing to say, does it matter that you have endless venues in which to say it?
The once-smitten-with-The-One, Peggy Noonan writes, “There is a growing air of incompetence around Mr. Obama’s White House. It was seen again this week in Supreme Court arguments over the administration’s challenge to Arizona’s attempted crackdown on illegal immigration. As Greg Stohr of Bloomberg News wrote, the court seemed to be disagreeing with the administration’s understanding of federal power: ‘Solicitor General Donald Verrilli…met resistance across ideological lines…Even Justice Sonia Sotomayor, the court’s only Hispanic and an Obama appointee, told Verrilli his argument is ‘not selling very well.’  This follows last month’s embarrassing showing over the constitutionality of parts of ObamaCare.”

Emerging from her stupor, Noonan continues, “It’s interesting that the Obama campaign isn’t using what incumbent presidents always sooner or later use, either straight out or subliminally. And that is ‘You know me. I’ve been president for almost four years; you don’t know that other guy.’”

You know why the campaign is not saying “You know me.” It’s because we do know him and we haven’t liked what we’ve lived through from Jump Street.

This post was linked at The Other McCain.  Thanks, Smitty.

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