18 December 2009
No, I Don't Think I Will
Here's a fellow who thinks Obama should be cut some slack by the left, but I think we're out of material to cut, aren't we? Slack or anything. I didn't vote for him to pity him. I did it so he would do the job. Instead he collects an empty Nobel given entirely for his presumed symbolic value, more what he has encouraged to be projected upon him than for anything he has done, which only underscores the disillusionment he is doing nothing to stop. He may not be vainglorious and empty. But I want to like the guy. Why can't I?
All he has successfully managed has been continuing, if softening somewhat, Bush policies. That disturbs me.
He takes the people who voted for him for granted, rightly assuming they will not vote Republican, but still assuming they will be fired to vote.
He allows the obvious ruination of his highly-touted healthcare plan, at the hands of people he panders to at every turn who despise him and will never cooperate with him, while reserving his criticism for his own side, whom he treats like recalcitrant children. This plan that, by the time Lieberman has been allowed to wreck enough of it, no liberal Democrat could vote for without revulsion, that no voter will like, but he'll be able to say he has a plan, however empty and jokelike it might be. Again, a valuing of symbol over substance. Politics as a game with a score, as though HARDBALL were real. No matter if it ends up actually making things worse, not better, only not because of government involvement in healthcare, as the Teabagger would have you believe, but because it would sell us all out to the insurance companies, up to whom Obama hasn't the steel to stand.
I feel insulted by him, disappointed in him, and depressed because, if this is not the man to do it, who's left?
Here's a fellow who thinks Obama should be cut some slack by the left, but I think we're out of material to cut, aren't we? Slack or anything. I didn't vote for him to pity him. I did it so he would do the job. Instead he collects an empty Nobel given entirely for his presumed symbolic value, more what he has encouraged to be projected upon him than for anything he has done, which only underscores the disillusionment he is doing nothing to stop. He may not be vainglorious and empty. But I want to like the guy. Why can't I?
All he has successfully managed has been continuing, if softening somewhat, Bush policies. That disturbs me.
He takes the people who voted for him for granted, rightly assuming they will not vote Republican, but still assuming they will be fired to vote.
He allows the obvious ruination of his highly-touted healthcare plan, at the hands of people he panders to at every turn who despise him and will never cooperate with him, while reserving his criticism for his own side, whom he treats like recalcitrant children. This plan that, by the time Lieberman has been allowed to wreck enough of it, no liberal Democrat could vote for without revulsion, that no voter will like, but he'll be able to say he has a plan, however empty and jokelike it might be. Again, a valuing of symbol over substance. Politics as a game with a score, as though HARDBALL were real. No matter if it ends up actually making things worse, not better, only not because of government involvement in healthcare, as the Teabagger would have you believe, but because it would sell us all out to the insurance companies, up to whom Obama hasn't the steel to stand.
I feel insulted by him, disappointed in him, and depressed because, if this is not the man to do it, who's left?
Labels: democrats, left wing, obama
¶ December 18, 2009
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