It’s easy. But he’s everywhere, and he’s paid well to populate the internets, so he could use some bipp-slatching, right? Si, claro? Como no.
Obama’s answer for America: more of me
There’s a story of an exhausted tenor at La Scala who, facing repeated cries of “Encore,” responded that he couldn’t go on. A man rose in the audience to say, “You’ll keep singing until you get it right.”
Idiot. That joke’s supposed to have the opera house in an Italian town so small that only marginal musical troupes drop by.
Indeed, for people who aren’t sticklers for political jargon, it will be a shock that last night was Obama’s first State of the Union Address, since it was his third formal address to a joint session of Congress.
State of the Union is astronomical ‘jargon’ for Goldberg’s people.
Washington graybeards and pundits have been insisting that Obama needs to “start over,” “reboot” and “tack to the middle” after Scott Brown’s win in Massachusetts.
He’s too pant-loaded to hotlink. But he initially typed the whole thing out, lovingly hand-referencing and footnoting the text, and sent it all to the Library of Congress where the mail-room sentry dogs alerted and got both barrels seared with Cheetos dust. Cost to the taxpayer to ‘rescue’ two priceless German Shepherds while they sneeze their short lives away: $90,000.
In fairness, the president took a French-bath of Clintonism before he took to his beloved TelePrompTer.
In fairness: what President delivered a State of the Union speech without “his beloved TelePromTer”?
But the eau-de-Clinton couldn’t mask the stench — and Obama, in his supreme arrogance, didn’t really seem to care.
There was no “pivot to the center,” no serious accounting for the Massachusetts miracle or his misfortunes. Instead, there was an innumerate, inaccurate and distinctly unpresidential whine — blaming George W. Bush for nearly all of his problems.
Even more of Goldberg’s ‘fairness’: September the Eleventh attacks/mass murders, Osama bin Laden’s freedom, War in Iraq’s endless war crimes, the destruction of human existence’s greatest economy. Hundreds of thousands dead, millions desperate. Obama hasn’t begun to complain.
And ‘innumerate’ means “Unfamiliar with mathematical concepts and methods.”
So “innumerate . . whine” would be . . well, Jonah Goldberg.