Roger Simon has gloomy comments on experiencing what used to be Independence Day in the new banana republic of Obamistan. The good news is that the paint on the left’s shoddy idol is already developing visible cracks.
I donâ€™t think Iâ€™ve ever seen my country so divided and depressed on the Fourth of July in my lifetime and – no matter what Bob Dylan dreamed up – Iâ€™m not young, forever or otherwise. That includes the Vietnam War period when both sides at least had some conviction and excitement for the future, even if wrong. Not so now. The current situation is grim.
Obama is already over. In six short months the now-spattered bumper stickers with â€œHope and Changeâ€ seem like pathetic remnants from the days of â€œ23 Skidoo,â€ the echoes of â€œYes, we canâ€ more nauseating than ever in their clichÃ©-ridden evasiveness. Although they may pretend otherwise, even Obamaâ€™s choir in the mainstream media seems to know heâ€™s finished, their defenses of his wildly over-priced medical and cap-and-trade schemes perfunctory at best. Everyone knows we canâ€™t afford them. His stimulus plan – if you could call it his, maybe itâ€™s Geithnerâ€™s, maybe itâ€™s someone elseâ€™s, maybe itâ€™s not a plan at all – has produced absolutely nothing. In fact, I have met not one person of any ideology who evinces genuine confidence in it.
On the foreign policy front, itâ€™s more embarrassing. He switches positions every day, such as they are, while acting like a petit-bourgeois snob with our allies and then, when people with genuine passion for democracy emerge on the scene (the courageous Iranian protestors), behaves like a cringeworthy, equivocating creep. Enough of Obama.