We were despondent, desperate for some juice for this issue when a sloppy storm hit, but then out of vulgar necessity the wisest of winds blew in my opinion editor.
He came to me on Thursday last week for something “spicy” and disputable, sadly my mind was preoccupied on Get-Rich-Quick Schemes and becoming an A-List celebrity.
Who is the leader of our free world? Is he the man behind the red button, the commander in grief, and the bronze arms pulling the strings of our war machine?
Barack Hussein Obama is a poster boy, with more flare than a Middle Eastern firefight.
He definitely isn’t “our guy”, in terms of statistical applause or any quantitative process.
By the manner in which current opinions are accumulated, he reveals himself as too nice of a leader.
For example, don’t bow in front of another leader, especially if he is the Emperor of Japan, this might lead people to believe your sensitive diplomacy is fickle, or just a great seg-way conversation on fox, following Bill the American Backyard Grill Oreily’s cut of jumping clowns and trapeze artist.
For all the gruff the man gets, Barack Obama could easily be mistaken or accepted as one of the three most charming people that you will ever meet in your life.
He’s the only President you could bump into on the street and instantly become infected by his “sheer courtesy”.
What a shame shadow casters like Hilary R. Clinton and Joe Biden stir an invisible political pot, and divvy out copper wire issues like immigration reform and free speech.
The middleman is constantly bombarded by a short-sided congress, cyclically futile and generously corrupt, shouting their contrasting dead ideologies from the rafters of their ghost-like existence.
When Obama wasn’t invited to the Clinton wedding, my smiling President was commendably considerate, he made a public appearance to assure his denizens of his persistent and active humility.
He has an Ivy League education and thus the sensibility to deal with social pressures with a rare kind of compassion, like bowing.
Cheerlessly, my president doesn’t show the same kind of diligence in his role as our liberal and legal mischief-maker.
He has a tough time getting from point A to point B, which is a much needed genetic trait when signing greasy bills.
Fear nothing, but his flaws in direction could potentially be devastating to the flow and collective statement of our country.
Even guiltless men do wicked things, whether it be pushing a paradoxical health care bill, cracking on foreign policy, or steering the whiny and fickle private banks from treacherous reefs with large sums of transparent money.
Unfairly so it’s not even his fault; who can endure the night, and still take names in the morning?
I want a president that will cut off the limbs off of injustices and back door deals.
Someone with more than any Ivy-League tongue and less of a vainglorious glare like that of Richard Nixon and Bush, Inc.
Now, clumsily in the darkness of the media driven dark ages, I flip on an old transistor radio and the romantic music stars.
It’s either you kick ass in politics and die young, or you take the shape of a snake or mongoose and let the delirium play on loop, all day and all night, until winter solstice 2012.
-By Wes Horowitz
