Despite all his power and formidable intelligence, Obama seems to have no real capacity to deal with, you know, morons.
And it's largely his own fault. The president, I believe, still wants history to tag him as the peacemaker, the grand unifier, the great Middle Way. Despite all gruesome evidence to the contrary -- not to mention his own toxic poll numbers -- he still seems to think he can bridge the violent disparities in Congress, reach consensus, simultaneously serve as the lighthouse to the Dem's lost ship and the truckload of Zoloft to the GOP's unchecked madness.
No surprise, then, that Obama often looks to be in a state of stunned disbelief that no matter how hard he tries, no matter how many compromises and concessions he makes to the malignant right, the wingnut contingent still blocks him at every turn. And then spits in his face. And bashes him in the kneecaps. And then hits itself in the head with a brick. And then cackles.
To say this is the most shamelessly weird, unscrupulous right wing in modern history doesn't seem to adequately capture how far Boehner & Co are willing to go to undermine and sabotage Obama's presidency. They will insult and demean their own constituents, yank insurance from children, hold the world economy hostage, cost the nation hundreds of billions, hobble the FAA, endanger lives, eat their young. And it's not even an election year yet.
Which is why I believe Obama needs to make a change. He needs to bring in someone who will get the dirty work done, who is utterly fearless and without shame, qualms, reasonable moral compass when it comes to dealing with dingbat creationists and dinkbucket "mama grizzlies," juvenile science deniers and tiny-brained freshman congressmen with IQs that match their shoe sizes.
To put it bluntly: Obama needs a Dick.
Cheney, that is. One to call his very own.
A very astute observation, if you ask me. Actually, I've been thinking the exact same thing since the middle of the summer, but couldn't find the right words to express it. Nonetheless, I concur: the President either needs to grow a pair, or get someone who already has some balls, and let them loose on these wingnut fools.
Hence, Mark Morford's latest. If you aren't familiar with his cheery, irreverent commentary, now's the time to start., because I think he's onto something here.
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