I haven’t made a political post in a long, long time.
I’d make one now, except just thinking about it depresses me. I was not happy about the results of the midterm, needless to say… and I am even less happy, if possible, about this “compromise” that Obama has made with the GOP on taxes. From where I sit, it smells more like capitulation than compromise. Give a lot, get almost nothing.
Obama is the most intelligent president we’ve had since Jimmy Carter… and, sad to say, he is looking more and more like Jimmy every day. A good man, but not a good leader. At least not so far. He doesn’t seem to have the stomach for a fight. We need another FDR, another JFK, another LBJ. NOT Jimmy II. (And, yes, I know, Obama has accomplished some important stuff. But so did Jimmy. Camp David accords, remember?)
Yeats was writing about his own time in “The Second Coming,” I know, but sometimes I think he was prescient:
Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
And could that rough beast whose hour has come round at least be… Sarah Palin?
No, please. Tell me that’s just a bad dream. Somebody wake me up.