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Thursday, January 7, 2010

Blank Screens and Pipe Dreams

In one of his several dozen youthful autobiographies -- The Arrogant Whore, I believe it was ... when you write that many books about yourself, you run out of good titles -- then-future president Boboma eloquented, "I serve as a blank screen on which people of vastly different political stripes project their own views. As such, I am bound to disappoint some, if not all, of them." A surprising statement. Because it implies that he has a plan. Thus, not a blank screen. So, why does he appear to be one?

It took several weeks of high-level deliberations and meetings and consultations with Obama as kabuki master for him to cobble together a previously non-existent policy on Afghanistan -- too busy saving the economy and the weather and our health. One should have supposed it might have been on his mind prior to the 11th hour of the 11th month of his administration. All part I suppose of his remaining a simulacrum of a blank screen. Say nothing, even when you're speaking.

We would like the Delphic ambiguity of our Priest-King to support an underlying schema. Chaos theory has application over vast ages and infinite data points, but not when applied to our system of quondam limited government. A man and a plan, Madam. But we've had a number of ambiguities occupying the Oval Office. Nixon was unsuitable temperamentally. Carter was unsuitable, morally. You'd think it would be the other way around, but think again. Likewise with ambition -- those who thrust themselves forward into positions for which they are utterly unfit, through lack of talent or lack of wisdom. It is human nature to strive -- sometimes to strive beyond ego, toward a greater good. That part of human nature, closer to divine than animal, sadly is as rare as diamonds in dunghills.

Point is, just who exactly is the leader of the free world? No, not a blank screen. When instruments of his office assert that winning is not an objective, they refer only to relations with alien governments. Winning is the only objective, politically, re policy. It's like watching little dogs posture and yap at each other. They can't even smell the coyotes. That's what the American people have done. Obama is a little dog. A pet, elected the way a pet is selected. Because it's cute and offers the promise of comfort. The fact the little ones are biters is neither here nor there. Voters are soothed by warm slobber.

Obviously, obviously it was only dumb luck that preserved hundreds of American lives from the hateful intentions of the Christmas islamists. We have to attribute the luck part to a benevolent Providence, or, worse, to blind chance. But the other half of the causal link, the dumb part, goes to the bureacrats. What we can be certain of is that Obama, in his much-publicized dressing-down of his elite staff, will have used much emotion, a number of threats, and no helpful suggestions whatsoever. What he should have done, were he not so excellent at pretending to be a blank screen, would be to order each department head to present a realistic, harsh and clear-eyed critique of their own departments. The resulting lack of honesty and realism would have been ample proof as to who should be sacrificed on the scapegoat altar. You know -- where the buck stops.

Isn't it odd how after a year we have tripled the debt, increased unemployment, frontloaded inflation, raised energy costs, mastered backroom monopartisan blackbag public bribery ... well, I haven't been paying close enough attention to give an exhaustive list. But I know we did not elect this mannequin to disimprove the reputed land of his birth. The pipedream that the midterm elections will sweep the GOP into power again, or at least to the frontier of the wilderness, is small consolation. I've seen it before, and have no faith in parties. Because they've had power before, see, so what should we expect when they get it again? We should expect a little less stupidity, albeit just as much corruption.

A pox on both their houses, except that this is were I live too. Damn. I used to expect Jesus to come and save us. Something seems to be delaying him.


J

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