This would not be George Will’s best column. No I don’t know of an example of his decency, column-wise. I’m just stating what must surely be fact. It’s really rotten. This is as two-faced as a WaPo editorial gets, and the sneer is poorly hidden.
As George is the grand purveyor of the perfumed pooh-pooh, perhaps it’s to be expected. He has a long history of picking up with thumb and forefinger whatever you tossed onto his plate, moderately speaking, and fairly vomiting. How this is appalling and shabby and insulting. He does not near his nose with trash. Though it fascinates him that you would be so enamored of this blackened banana peel your mongrel dog has been using for bathroom tissue. Is it true? Are you still fond of this Obama? Oh Dear.
Obama’s administration is in shambles, yet he is prospering politically. This may not, however, entirely be evidence of the irrationality of the electorate. Something more benign may be at work.
Now would be time to pull out the black ballplayer references. Let’s start with Frank and Jackie Robinson, shall we? UGH. No I didn’t see this coming. I didn’t think he had the nerve, frankly. Nobody should have this kind of nerve, excepting daytime art thieves. Frank Robinson was the first black manager hired by Major League Baseball, and he was also the first fired.
The fact that the Indians felt free to fire Robinson — who went on to have a distinguished career managing four other teams — showed that BLAH BLAH . .
Someone else around here is a first black person, I wonder who.
That Obama is African American may be important, but in a way quite unlike that darkly suggested by, for example, MSNBC’s excitable boys and girls who, with their (at most) one-track minds and exquisitely sensitive olfactory receptors, sniff racism in any criticism of their pin-up.
I don’t see anything sinister, honestly. I see George Will with his baseball-love can’t transcend the existence of American racism. Nor can he erase the four years of vicious bigotry hurled at this president. By wincing at its mention, he of course reminds us of its existence. This makes him not elitist in a way to be bigoted, only to be entirely dismissive. That’s why George is tempted to crush the ants of MSNBC. And to remind us of the excitable girls with one-track minds and sensitive snoots ogling Frank Robinson. Which is not to diminish Frank, and so Frank’s diminished. George can be angry with the people who call out racists in public life, but it only makes him a divining rod for racism. What a smartypants.
Instead, the nation, which is generally reluctant to declare a president a failure — thereby admitting that it made a mistake in choosing him — seems especially reluctant to give up on the first African American president. If so, the 2012 election speaks well of the nation’s heart, if not its head.
The More You Know. Cue glockenspiel.