The Rick James Presidency
posted at 7:42 am on June 28, 2009 by Kid from Brooklyn
Until now, I’d struggled to find a way with which to wrap my head around the endless “24” episode that is this abortive Obama presidency. The Carter II comparison seems apt given the toxic brand of galling pussilanimity with which this Administration conducts its foreign policy…as does the Nixonian label for its Alinskyite vindictiveness, and the Johnsonian appetite for governnment control over the daily affairs of the citizenry. I was at a loss, however, to find a precedent for the cavalier way with which The One swats away his critics…like so many impertinent interview-interrupting flies.
That is, until it dawned on me that we are staring down the barrel of the Rick James presidency. Who among us did not convulsively ROTFLMAO at David Chapelle’s rendition of the now-departed Superfreak? Witness Obama’s curt dismissiveness at the slightest hint of critique, whether he’s trying to sumit the GOP House delegation into supporting Purkulus or reacting to John McCain’s condemnation of the Teheran crackdown. “I’m POTUS, bitch”. Look at Obama’s relationship with a groupiesque media that covers for his catastrophic shortcomings between leg thrills. “Bitches, show POTUS your bias”. Is not Obama’s brazen contempt for taxpayers the equivalent of the “F*** yo’ couch…” tirade?
Be not deceived by Obama’s past preference for powdered confections a’ la Rick James (“cocaine’s a hell of a drug”). Obama’s brain is now addled by his hatred of capital and individual achievement. Here’s hoping our own electoral Charlie Murphy turns up in short order.