HE WORKS HARD FOR THE MONEY

 

On Thursday July 17, 2014. Israel began a land, sea and air incursion into the Gaza Strip, in order to neutralize Hamas, one of the most pestilent Islamic terror groups on earth.  On that same day Pro Russian separatists, most probably working with or under the command of Russian Federation Spetsnaz forces in the rebel Donets region of the Ukraine, used a very sophisticated ground to air missile system to shoot down a  Malaysian Air 777 passenger jet  killing all 298 on board.  This included 80 children, 3 infants and at least one American citizen.

 

While all of this was unfolding, Barack Obama went to two fund raisers in Manhattan.  Six days later as the fighting in Gaza intensified and the bodies of the dead from MH-17 were put into body bags , he jetted out to the west coast for six more.

 

This was not the first time he has shown such bizarre detachment.  He did exactly the same thing the day after Benghazi,  when the Russians invaded the Crimea,  and most recently in Texas at the peak of the crisis of the "Border Children.  He steadfastly refused to visit the southern border or any of the detention camps where the children were being warehoused.

 

Having to face the predictable outcomes of his awful domestic and foreign policies is not Obamas strong suit.  His vision of being President is  first and foremost being adored by either mega-rich celebrities in Hollywood where he is the star and they are relegated to supporting roles or  Texas oil men or bankers, hedge fund moguls and financial titans from Wall Street  or billionaire "geeks" from Silicone Valley... and the list goes on. 

 

These are the comforts zones for the strangest man ever to be President.  These venues appeal to him even more than the golf course or extravagant vacations which have now cost the taxpayers over $44 million.

 

He needs the adulation, the applause, the grinning perfect teeth in tanned and botoxed faces attached to whippet  thin  men and women who have taken their bodies in for a "do over" and "tune up" more than once.  So many of his high on vanity fan base search for eternal youth.  He searches for perpetual worship.  To paraphrase the fictional Frank Underwood, he loves to be worshipped "like a shark loves blood".

 

The nation and the world descends into chaos largely caused either by his inability to lead or a malevolent plan to destroy ( take your pick the outcome is the same) and he seems not to care a wit...not a fig...not a smidgen.  He gave a speech...his work is done...it's now up to someone else...the buck stops over there!

 

His obsequious  and fawning press  and media, while beginning to slowly slink away from him, will still provide him cover because so many of them are professionally invested in him being the messiah they have proclaimed him to be.  But nothing stops the music so fast as when the first acolyte says "wait, I've heard this song before and I'm bored" and then the realization begins that he is a one hit wonder and not the Beatles.

 

His lack of interest in us or in the disasters he has and is still causing us, demonstrates a cold blooded and almost reptilian streak that does not comport with the traditional role of a President being the "father of the nation"  Instead his chief concern seems to be that we not make a face or grimace as we stand behind him and listen to the same speech he has given for over five and a half years.  We are his props not his friends...not his constituents...not the people he has sworn to protect.

 

His Presidency has also been the Presidency of the never ending campaign where there are no hard decisions no specifics, and no finger pointing at him only finger pointing by him.  He eschews the art of governing because he never learned it or bought into democracy at "Alinsky University".  He learned instead the arts of vagueness, deflection, "ad hominem" attack, slander and disingenuousness..

 

This is the skill set that got him to where he is today...an ongoing appeal to the emotions targeted to the superficiality of the age we live in.  This is the act he knows and the one he will continue to perform in the light of day. None but a few know what role he assumes in the dark of night. 

 

Fundraisers, meamwhile, never become extinct and there in the salons of the rich and famous, the banquet rooms of the high and mighty , the beach front Xanadus of the "glitterati" he becomes the President  he loves to be and he works hard for the money.

 

ERLANDSSON