LAUGHING ALL THE WAY TO THE WHITE HOUSE: Steve Green writes:
Everything we’ve seen this week is of a piece with Bill Clinton calling Obama “an amateur.” But even if he never said “amateur” out loud like Edward Klein claims in his new book, you knowClinton thought it. And since Clinton is almost pathologically incapable of not sharing his every thought, I’m certainly inclined to think the story is true.
And now Drudge is red-headlining — redlining? — a new poll showing Mitt Romney with a seven-point lead, 50%-43%. Gallup? Rasmussen? Drudge isn’t saying yet, but Rasmussen usually releases his daily numbers at around 11AM Eastern, so it wouldn’t surprise me if somebody there leaked Drudge a preview. [UPDATE: Yes, it was Rasmussen.]
Which leads us to the stupidest thing I read all week — Mark Halperin’s report about how “confident” the Obama campaign is about their chances this fall. Has he not seen David Axelrod doing the Flop Sweat Tango on national television? Has he not noticed that the DNC chair is witlessly out of touch with voters? Is he unaware of the unprecedented nastiness of the president’s campaign? Obama 2012 makes Bush 2004 look like Reagan 1984. “Mourning in America” would be a step toward the positive for this crew.
Anyway, Halperin is just another cog in the progressive media machine that will stop at nothing to reelect the President. Our job is a much simpler one: Point and laugh at all of it. The contortions, the spins, the lies — they’re all so pathetically and rib-achingly funny. In three-plus decades of watching politics, I’ve never witnessed anything so desperately, hysterically funny.
Obama could still well drag his
SCOAMF campaign over the finish line in November, and he could then govern in a scorched earth style in the following years, with plenty of punitive executive orders and the like. But no matter what happens in November, his last four years of governing, his leaden oratory, and his scorched earth Alinskyesque tactics have all combined to leave his brand permanently damaged beyond repair. The messianic praise that he inspired amongst his acolytes at the start of his campaign now looks like snake oil and tulip mania of the worst order.