The preshizzle has developed an increasingly unbelievable spinning technique (so regular and so apparently automatic that I would call it a spin-tic): whenever something goes wrong, another scandal takes off, another bureaucrat bumbles too publicly, Obama gets “mad”. His readings on the anger meter have been rising, as a matter of fact; lately, he has professed himself to be“madder than hell”.
What he means to say is “annoyed”. He’s annoyed that he and his people are getting caught so frequently in their lies, their displays of indifference, their gross incompetence, their malfeasance, their acts of lawlessness. The whole idea of a stealth coup, after all, is to avoid drawing too much attention to the nuts and bolts of the operation, which is hard to do when you have nuts and dolts running the thing. “Dammit, Eric! You can’t slip a few thousand guns into Mexico without getting caught? And Lois, have you ever heard of just picking up the damn telephone? Why did you have to leave a trail of incriminating emails? Oh, and as for you, Shinseki, nice work letting some of those veterans escape from the waiting room to tell the tale!” It must be frustrating to be a genius surrounded by morons.