Corpse-Man in Chief

posted at 11:02 am on February 6, 2010 by Howard Portnoy
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It’s going to be a long three years till the next presidential election. During that time, Barack Obama will do his best to continue to delay economic recovery by pissing away more and more of your grandchildren’s money (your and your children’s money is already earmarked for interest on our debt to China) on make-work programs and government jobs. He will also redouble his efforts to pass initiatives — such as ObamaCare and cap and trade — that the American people detest as much as some of us detest him.

I know, detest is a strong word. Then again, this is a pretty hateful guy. If it weren’t for the disgraceful dereliction of the mainstream media and the fairly transparent hope-and-change snake oil routine he performed before adoring crowds, his utter self-absorption coupled with his deceitfulness and ineptitude would by now have gotten to the masses. For me, it has already reached fingernails-on-the-chalkboard proportions. The combination of his bellicose stage voice, 12th-angry-man glower, and head swivel as he moves from one teleprompter to the other are now sufficient to driving me up a wall.

Yet, the words just keep coming. Along with them comes evidence that the presidency is just one of countless jobs that are above Obama’s pay grade.

Yesterday, out on the campaign trail (?!), he gave another doozy of a speech. As Byron York notes at the Washington Examiner, the speech began with a recitation of his administration’s “accomplishments,” followed by his pledge to keep fighting for health care reform. Obama, never starved for an anecdote, shared this:

I got a letter — I got a note today from one of my staff — they forwarded it to me — from a woman in St. Louis who had been part of our campaign, very active, who had passed away from breast cancer. She didn’t have insurance. She couldn’t afford it, so she had put off having the kind of exams that she needed. And she had fought a tough battle for four years. All through the campaign she was fighting it, but finally she succumbed to it. And she insisted she’s going to be buried in an Obama t-shirt.

For some ambitious clothier, there is a marketing hook waiting to happen. “All of my men are buried in their Obama t-shirts.”

If true, this story is terribly sad — not because a woman died of cancer, but because there are so many dupes willing to put their faith in a man who is nothing but smoke and mirrors.

And sometimes even the smoke and mirrors are not enough to save him from the hapless boob he really is. At the National Prayer Breakfast on Thursday, Obama pronounced corpsman as “corpse-man,” not once but twice. Maybe he had thoughts of being buried in a shirt with his likeness on his mind.

Last week, the eminent and oh-so-appropriately named journalist Charles Blow diagnosed Obama’s problem as being too cerebral and failing to speak “in the plain words of plain folks.” Blow went on to offer this piece of advice: “The next time he gives a speech, someone should tap him on the ankle and say, ‘Mr. President, we’re down here.’”

What Blow fails to recognize is that Obama is standing on his head looking down.

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