Watching the President in Jackson Square, one tiny, carefully scrubbed, professionally lit, super secure square in a vast sea of disaster, his weird self-conscious walk to his mark at the microphone, the statue of Andrew Jackson, knight on a horse, strategically placed over his shoulder.
It didn't work. He looked tiny, awkward, the statue of the slaughterer of the Cherokee like some cheap toy in the background.
As he droned on, trying to buy back the affection of the American people, the hugeness of the recovery we face began to sink in.
The almost incomprehensible damage the Democratic President will face when he takes the oath of office 3 years from now.
The rooting out of tens of thousands of idealogues and incompetents from every branch and level of the a bureaucracy double or triple the size of the one Clinton left.
The crippling debt and interest payments that will go for generations. The irreparable damage done to our reputation abroad. The mess in Iraq...
The endless years of investigation that will be required to recover what funds are left from the Treasury and to punish those who looted it.
The restructuring of the entire Homeland Security Apparatus this moron set up.
Bringing the tax code back into compliance with the basic rules of arithmetic.
The undoing, and the redoing of tens of thousands of regulations, rules, and executive orders....
Setting the records back in order, correcting the outright false reports, statistics, and bringing to light all the deliberately buried data that reflect the state of every aspect of the country's condition....
The list is endless, depressing, overwhelming, seemingly hopeless. It dwarfs the Gulf recovery.