Somewhere between yesterday and today, my brain went AWOL. I had a wonderful idea for a short and sweet post yesterday but never got the chance to write it down. Today, I have the chance, but absolutely no ideas, neither short and sweet ideas, nor long and boring ones. I’ve been reading the news, and find it redundant. The genius in the White House has flat-lined. The news today is the same as it was yesterday and the day before. Obama has completed his re-volution on gay marriage (“I was for it before I was against it before I was for it, but it’s none of my business anyway, because it’s a state ‘thang'”); he’s stood by helplessly as Europe, in thrall to the same economic ideas he espouses, is going into an economic death spiral; Islamists, easily recognizing a weak horse when they see one, are on the move in one place and biding their time in another (point randomly to a map and you’ll get moving Islamists or biding Islamists somewhere in the world); and the economy at home is finally being recognized as a Depression, rather than a series of interconnected recessions.
I mean, really, what insight can I offer at this point? What can I say about this president that hasn’t been said before? Yes, he’s an amateur, but he’s also been very effective at transforming America from a first rate capitalist country (or, at least semi-first rate); into a second rate wanna be socialist disaster. Regarding his amateurism, he reminds me of the dojo dictum: always spar with the black belt, not the white, because the former is much less likely to hurt you than the latter. A good fighter is as adept at not harming a friend as he (or she) is at inflicting maximum damage on an enemy. Regardless of Obama’s motives (anti-colonialism, socialism, hostility to whites, etc.), he’s managed to muck things up but good.
One of the muckier mucks, of course, is Afghanistan. At the Watcher of Weasels website, some of the Council members (moi aussi) have weighed in with their opinions about that debacle — one that tragically, involves the spilling of American blood in the pursuit, not of an honorable victory, but rather a craven, unfocused, purposeless withdrawal.
What!? Me gloomy? Nah, I’m always happy on Mondays. In Obama’s America, this is what happiness looks like.