Making love with his ego
Ziggy sucked up into his mind
Like a leper Messiah
– David Bowie “Ziggy Stardust” (HT: metrolyrics.com)
While President Barack Obama Parkway won’t remind any of us of Versailles Palace (or even the Hoover Dam), it seeps forth from the same bilious reservoir of unbridled self-regard. Our current President seems to need to have his name in lights, lest he forget his own very existence.
This trage-pathetic existential condition has been a two-edged sword for both President Obama and those hopelessly enrolled in his Branch Davidian Cult of Political Eschaton. Robert Kuttner, of The Huffington Post, describes the acid-indigestion, accompanying a hung-over Coyote Morning After; occurring in November 2010.
“I cannot recall a president,” Robert Kuttner says in the Huffington Post, “who generated so much excitement as a candidate but who turned out to be such a political dud as a chief executive.” Obama is “fast becoming more albatross than ally.”
Yet this, of course, was what Kuttner and his merry Journolistas voted for and fell into rapturous lust with. This is what “Hope and Change” truly is. Without a plan, a ratiocination and grounded decision-maker to execute the mandate, hope is not a plan, and change often isn’t good. What a relief to escape the frying pan – d_ _ _! We just hit the fire.
But it worked so well in on the campaign trail. And the used car that just blew a radiator looked so polished and sleek over at Car-Max. Barack Obama had nothing new to sell America. He was straight out of the Platonic Academy. It doesn’t get older, or more re-tread than the Platonic Philosopher-King.
Just wave that degree from Harvard and adopt a demur and suave debate persona. Throw in a slightly re-warmed turkey sandwich of inspirational rhetoric, bookended by promises that are as impossible as lowering the sea levels. Who would be gauche enough to ask “quis custodiet ipsos custodes?” The details, like the afore-mentioned guardians will go and take care of themselves. If only….
But as time and events betide the Sun King, Barack Obama, we discover the fragile nature of the Divine Right Presidency. Even in a debased and secular age, our politics are more blindly faith-based than Elizabeth Taylor’s sixth and seventh marriages. Barack Obama’s supporters all voted him in convinced they were promised something. They were too ingenuous to make the mendacious, vote-sucking twit put it in writing.
This is the source of Robert Kuttner’s anger. He quaffed the cool-aide and tuned his telescope to the forecasted coordinates of the Hale-Bopp Comet. And then no rapture ensued. Then again, that’s because someone forgot to tell Plato’s “noble lie” that would keep us all in line. Or maybe not….
We were told Obamacare would reduce the Federal Deficit, except for that pesky $600Bn “oversight.” Who here remembers us being out of Afghanistan by 2012? And while I’m still on stage at The Comedy Factory, how about that Recovery Summer?
What America is getting now is the fulsome and scurvy truth. Hope and change have run their inebriated courses, and America really and truly still needs an enema. We put it off for two years of hopium and now find ourselves three Prozac hits short of happy-happy, joy-joy. The Dungeons and Dragons game just ended with 20% of the population still too nerdy to get a steady date with gainful employment.
In the cold and austere month of November, the trees stand denuded, the bitter rains fall and the delusions of hope and change crash and burn. We will reap the bitter red harvest we sowed into office. This is because, rather than saving us, the Rock and Roll Messiah in the White House follows the endgame laid out in a David Bowie song.
You’re too old to lose it, too young to choose it
And the clocks waits so patiently on your song
You walk past a cafe but you don’t eat when you’ve lived too long
Oh, no, no, no, you’re a rock ‘n’ roll suicide
from “Rock N’ Roll Suicide” (HT: Sing365.com)
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