On his way back from samba lessons in Buenos Aires Barack Obama is being greeted by a decidedly disappointed liberal media. When Jake Tapper is disappointed with a liberal president, let’s face it, damage control is pretty much impossible.
Never mind that Tapper and his cronies in the New York division of the White House press room have pimped this guy off on the American people for three years, now they want us to believe they are astonished with the result. We’ve not seen ingenuousness like this since Louie discovered gambling at Rick’s Place.
For weeks now—actually since the beginning of the year—we have been witnessing the gradual defection of the liberal media from the Obama camp, but there is a problem. They have nowhere to go.
We are now in a de facto state of war with Libya and Obama is like a kid playing behind the wheel of Daddy’s car. He’s pushing buttons, cranking the wheel this way and that, and suddenly he finds the keys. Now the car is rolling out of the driveway.
This is not what we had in mind when we called for a no-fly zone. Charlie Wilsons War was funny; this is not. Before one wages war with even the most despicable Third World potentate, it is advisable to 1) know that one can finish the job, and 2) know that someone—preferably someone friendlier to your national interests—can fill the void once the operation is completed.
The Obama doctrine—which as near as we can determine is something akin to the Butterfly McQueen doctrine on birthing babies—it would seem does not take into consideration finite details. Get Gates on the phone; he can figure it out.
So what do we have?
What we now have is a media shooting rubber bands at each other across the press rooms of America, while a befuddled president makes yet another unfixable mess. This is no small problem for the likes of Tapper and Williams and that hoopster Harry Smith. They have to cocktail with this guy.