“I’m always best as a counterpuncher. You know, if somebody comes at me, I will knock them out.”Bold talk, indeed, from a willowy stick-figure of a man who probably couldn’t go one round - in a boxing ring or in a debate - with Sarah Palin (or Bristol Palin, for that matter). The tendency of Obama, whose hands have done nothing more arduous than holding a golf club, to indulge himself in the pleasures of metaphorical violence bespeaks a deeply insecure personality; one which, cognizant, at some level, of the yawning gap between public success and private worthiness, prompts the man to strike absurd, out-of-character, tough-guy poses. It’s like Don Knotts doing a singularly bad James Cagney impersonation.
The little president that could. Except, of course, he can’t. So all that’s left is pretense. He’s the Canvasback Kid.
I firmly believe the voters will consign this awful president to political oblivion next year. How long it will take for our nightmares and flashbacks to end is anybody’s guess.