November 24, 2011 - November 17, 2011
Friday, March 04, 2011
repeats, but why this vicious little bitch?
YOU I'D BE BACK. One advantage of being older than most is that
sometimes you can recognize a stretch of track you've had to run
before. The question of who Obama is has finally been answered, and the
news is not good. He's Jimmy Carter.
A small man with a big phony smile, textbook smarts, and not an ounce
of common sense to ameliorate his arrogant presumption about being
better than the nation he's supposed to lead. The result is
depressingly the same. Economic stagflation, an entirely avoidable
energy crisis, chaos in the middle east, catastrophic foreign policy
weakness across the board, and a growing sense in the nation that
America is both rudderless and in
Those who are old enough to remember the bitter little cracker who
occupied the White House from 1976 to 1980 also remember that the pundits
started asking whether anyone could be a successful president, whether
the job was just too big to be manageable. Of course, these kinds of
doubts belong almost exclusively to liberals, progressives, Democrats.
Because they think the president's job is to run everything. Carter certainly tried.
He even personally micro-managed the schedule of the White House tennis
court. Obama doesn't care about tennis, but I can't wait for his March
The good news is that all this talk about American decline is tied
pretty directly to what has transpired since Obama took office, which
is to say that a weak, naive, self-absorbed president tends to sap the
national spirit in a significant way. The antidote is simple: a good
president. Which arrived promptly in 1980 with the election of Ronald
The bad news is that so far, there's no Ronald Reagan on the horizon.
Why conservatives are as depressed as everybody else this time around.
We have a blizzard of candidates. But sadly they're all weak sisters in
one way or another. It's the only
issue of importance in the nation. Until November 2012, we're just
taking our lumps, the inevitable fallout of a truly wretched president
who is as indecisive and ignorant of his responsibilities as he is
supremely confident of his superiority to the people, the democratic
process, and the complexities of the globe.
So it's time to remember a few verities and engage in some rigorous
Verities. America is not in
decline relative to the rest of the world. Yes, the world itself may be
having to take a step back and re-assess its course, but Europe is in
far worse shape than we are by every
measure, China is dangerously over-extended (remember when Japan was
going to own the world...?), Russia remains a gangster economy, the
Middle East is a pitifully violent and incompetent disaster, and South
America is lapsing into its old comedy shtick of banana republics and
overdressed military dictators. America has a bad head cold. Everybody
else is stricken with a life-threatening flu.
We still have the largest, most innovative and resilient economy in the
world, the greatest military the world has ever seen, and a population that
still -- despite all the malicious intentions of the progressives who
would divide us into hostile, spiteful factions -- regards itself as
American first and hyphenated second. No other country of such mixed
racial, ethnic, and religious makeup can say that. Not one.
What distinguished Reagan was his optimism, even, especially, in the worst of times.
That's the litmus test a conservative candidate must pass if we are to
retire Obama and return to our national greatness. The mission is not
to dream lesser dreams and make do with less. It's to remember the
vision of a shining city on a hill and plot the most direct path to its
We have a lot of work to do.
Thursday, March 03, 2011
I'll be posting again soon. Had a bad patch there. Couldn't breathe and
couldn't sleep because I couldn't breathe.
So I've been sleeping a lot since. And breathing too. It puts things in
perspective. I refuse to die before this assault on our country has
been turned back. The thing that quelled my panic about not being able
to draw a breath.
I thought, okay, you just get sick enough and then you die, but that's
when Raebert crawled into my lap, lay on his back, and wrapped a paw
gently around my neck. Not allowed to die.
So here I am. And thank all of you who expressed your concern. But
Raebert weighs more than all the comments. A hundred pounds more.