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Not so long ago, Barack Obama was revered as a veritable messiah come in the nick of time to save a country from itself and retrieve America’s image in the hearts and minds of a skeptical world. Europe loved Obama and America adored him. He was cool, hip, suave and up-tempo, his nomination campaign the political equivalent, say, of a McLaren-Mercedes racing car with the beauty of forced induction and adjustable dampers. He was post-Bush, which for car aficionados is like being post-Bangle. He was The Man, a Formula One race driver who would leave the obsolete and lumbering political crowd in his wake. And his most ardent fan base, the legacy media, had placed all their hopes and loyalty on this glamorous and super-confident newcomer.
After the initial euphoria had begun to cool, it started to dawn on people, and belatedly on the Press, that Obama was no racing wizard and no miracle worker. He was clearly out of his depth, unable to steer straight, ceding to his competitors on the international track, and heading inexorably to a last place finish. It wasn’t even clear whether or not he had a driver’s licence. Worse, the president’s motor with its full-throated resonance soon began to sound like a tin can full of angry wasps. Probably never in the history of presidential races was so much promise dashed so quickly. Rarely has hope changed almost overnight to despair or resignation.
For Obama is his own worst enemy. He multiplies mistake upon mistake for the simple reason that he just can’t help himself. He is plainly unqualified for office, has a “Chicago way” shrewdness and ruthlessness about him but is neither very intelligent nor particularly knowledgeable, is prone to an unsavory and conspicuous degree of self-adulation, leans toward feckless and inappropriate remarks and is given to expressing a certain petulance when he is crossed.
Additionally, he has surrounded himself with a team of manifest incompetents who couldn’t change a tire if their lives depended on it, does not understand the reality of Islamic terror and actually abets it through complacency, “outreach” and enabling Muslim charities to funnel what we might call “martyr money” to terrorist organizations (aka fulfilling zakat). No less distressing, he seems totally incapable of gauging the dynamics of the geopolitical arena and, perhaps most damaging of all to his reputation, projects the impression of golfing while the nation burns.
The race may not be to the swift, or at least not always, but it is definitely not to the slow. And Obama, for all his verbal torque and the haste he evinces in implementing his partisan domestic policies, is actually extremely slow: slow in recognizing international threats to America’s security, slow in making military decisions regarding troop allocations, slow in repairing America’s permeable borders, slow to shut the revolving door for lobbyists, slow to reduce pork, earmarks, no-bid contracts and the like, slow in offering even faint support to Iran’s anti-Khamenei protesters and slower in meaningfully confronting the Iranian regime’s nuclear aspirations, devastatingly slow in reacting to the greatest ecological disaster in American history. He will be remembered as the pit-stop president or the president who, puttering along by starts and stops, crashed into the restraining wall. He will never see the chequered flag.
I suspect the time is approaching when many of Obama’s most enthusiastic supporters in the media will begin to re-evaluate their unseemly, over-the-top infatuation with the wonder-president they helped elect. Obama’s many failures, his constant back-tracking, his manipulation of justice, his innumerable gaffes—his being almost always in the wrong gear—all reflected in the precipitous and unprecedented drop in his poll numbers in little over a year, may culminate in the media’s resonating mea culpa and the command to “release the kraken.”
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