We Are Not Worthy.

Believe me, I’d like to let this drop. Butt apparently no one else does.

This time it’s MoDo over at the NYT.  Did you see this? It’s Maureen off her meds again. We haven’t seen this level of fear and loathing from her since the unhinged “Bushie" bashing days.

It’s a long hard road for some people without anti-depressants and wrinkle cream

As far as I can tell her only point is to vent. Big Guy hasn’t turned out to be precisely the savior and messiah she had invested in.  Which is odd, because with BO, past performance WAS, indeed, a guarantee of future results. It’s just that so few people of her acquaintance ever bothered to check out his past.

Butt I digress. Apparently no one ever warned MoDo to beware of false gods. Here she is at her finest, whining that everything she had projected onto America’s Savior turns out to have been just that: shadows on the wall of the cave.

Watch Maureen go rogue:

For eight seconds, we saw the president we had craved for three years: cool, joyous, funny, connected.

Some worry more about what it is he’s connected too

She’s referring of course to Big Guy’s decidedly un-presidential impersonation of Al Green to his “fans” at the Apollo fundraiser last week (here, if you were fortunate enough to have somehow missed it and wish to end your lucky streak).

“I, I’m so in love with you,” Barack Obama crooned to a thrilled crowd at a fund-raiser at the Apollo in Harlem on Thursday night, doing a seductive imitation as Al Green himself looked on. (snip)

The man who came to Washington on a wave of euphoria has had a presidency with all the joy of a root canal, dragged down by W.’s recklessness and his own inability to read America’s panic and its thirst for a strong leader.

Poor Maureen, she can’t help herself: the “Bushies” started this ruination of America for her, and she will never let you forget it.  Butt we move on.

In an interview with Fareed Zakaria for this week’s Time cover story, the president is maddeningly naïve.

I will smite all things I deem to be evil with my light sabre. I am awesome.

How could he not be naïve, at least politically? After all, he arrived at the top of the heap with only 2 other political victories, and both of them were bought, paid for and delivered by the Chicago Mob. Big Guy never even had to get his hands dirty. Even Lady M  pointed out that “he was a man, not a prophet, and he hadn’t yet achieved much.” Maybe MoDo should have listened to MO more, and BO not so much.

Asked about his cool, aloof style and his unproductive relationship with John Boehner, Obama replied: “You know, the truth is, actually, when it comes to Congress, the issue is not personal relationships. My suspicion is that this whole critique has to do with the fact that I don’t go to a lot of Washington parties. And as a consequence, the Washington press corps [ed. let the record reflect that he did not refer to the press corps as press ‘corpse’] maybe just doesn’t feel like I’m in the mix enough with them, and they figure, well, if I’m not spending time with them, I must be cold and aloof. The fact is, I’ve got a 13-year-old and 10-year-old daughter.”

Boy, I hope other people don’t read that as a cold, aloof reproach of the press. If you wanted to get picky, you could even describe it as dismissive, sometimes even derisive. It seems to imply that the press ought to be spending more time with their families as well.

MoDo doesn’t mention that not chatting up the press at various soirees around town was one of George W Bush’s capital offenses too. Instead, she rewinds back to Ronnie who didn’t swill cocktails with the press either.

Reagan didn’t socialize with the press. He spent his evenings with Nancy, watching TV with dinner trays. But he knew that to transcend, you can’t condescend.

Ouchie! Did she just infer that Big Guy is…condescending?

What do you want now, little man?

The portrait of the first couple in Jodi Kantor’s new book, “The Obamas,” bristles with aggrievement and the rational president’s disdain for the irrational nature of politics, the press and Republicans.

Let’s see; “disdain for the irrational nature of politics, the press and Republicans.” Some might call that sort of thing peevishness. Or maybe it’s just naiveté. 

Is “just wanting to eat your waffle” peevish? Or naïve?

And then there’s this:

Despite what his rivals say, the president and the first lady do believe in American exceptionalism — their own,

Whoa! That one stopped me dead in my tracks. I thought I might have written it myself! Thank goodness I hadn’t.

…and they feel overassaulted and underappreciated. We disappointed them.

As Michelle said to Oprah in an interview she did with the president last May: “I always told the voters, the question isn’t whether Barack Obama is ready to be president. The question is whether we’re ready. And that continues to be the question we have to ask ourselves.”

They still believed, as their friend Valerie Jarrett once said, that Obama was “just too talented to do what ordinary people do.”

Now that’s won I can get onboard with. Big Guy took a demotion to accept the job of POTUS, and, in spite of Lady M reminding us almost daily, we just don’t seem to appreciate how big a sacrifice that is.

What a bunch of ignorant, shallow, self-absorbed ingrates! Shame on us!

I think MoDo will probably feel better after Big Guy’s SOTU speechifying tonight. Instead of blaming the press, he’s going to blame the Do-Nothing Congress. Who can’t get on board with that?

The Professor is in: Tonight he will explain how things work in Washington, and why nothing is his fault.

 

H/T Blonde Gator