In January of 2009 I remember being exhausted from campaigning. It was a long hard fight at the local, state and national level. We got our butt kicked. Doing what I normally did in the emptiness after campaign just ended I dove into house projects never finished from the last episode of being on call and working 24/7 for months on end to doing absolutely nothing as I talked with peers about ramping up again.
The media was giddy. They were giddy because they hadn't a clue about who had just been elected. Post racial first presidency aside, very few people understood anything about President-elect Obama except what he and his handlers had said.
There was one who understood and I shook as I read his words that day.
Barack Obama inauguration: this Emperor has no clothes, it will all end in tears
It is questionable whether the present political system can survive the coming crisis. Whatever the solution, teenage swooning sentimentality over a celebrity cult has no part in it. The most powerful nation on earth is confronting its worst economic crisis under the leadership of its most extremely liberal politician, who has virtually no experience of federal politics. That is not an opportunity but a catastrophe.
These are frank, even ungracious, words: they have the one merit that, unlike almost everything else written today about Obama, they will not require to be eaten in the future.
Most of the house projects are still unfinished, but some get moved along a bit as I work at them, from time to time, simply to relieve the tension from researching the destruction our nation is having done to it by schoolboy politicians who haven't a clue. About anything.