Pick-up Trucks With Frickin' Marshall Amps!
Skinny Dog Speaks
Lots of chatter lately about how it's time the president got tough.
It was time to get tough back in August of 2009 when the Bircherbaggers were building their mojo. Instead, Obama was summering on Martha's Vineyard, or wherever the hell he went off to.
His toughness or lack thereof has been an issue for almost two years now. There's even a theory about how maybe rope-a-dope is just the way he rolls.
Bullshit.
Obama's best friend needs to push him against a wall - real hard - and download in his ear about how all the Republic Party really wants to do is DESTROY HIM, until he finally gets it and acts accordingly.
I heard a caller on a radio show today, and his big guess on Obama was that the guy's probably never been in a fight. That it's a good chance no one ever decked him when he was a kid, and he never had to pick himself off the street and hit back. I haven't read his autobiography, but from what I've seen these last two years, it wouldn't surprise me.
I said it before and I'll say it again - we need Captain Kirk and we got Mr. Spock.
When Obama didn't come out swinging in August of 2009, I had the exact same churning in my gut that I had when Bush went on the warpath after 9/11. When Bush decided to get all medieval on the Muslim world, I clearly remember a sick, queasy "No, no, no, please no...!" foreboding sense of there-goes-the-country doom. I felt it again when the deathers and birthers started frothing at the mouth and Obama didn't speak up and he didn't hit back. And when I realized that THAT was going to be the sum total of his response - high-minded silence in the face of insane evil opposition - I got the exact same sick, queasy "No, no, no, please no...!" reaction.
When Bush went on the warpath in that fateful address to the nation after 9/11, I knew we were in for a long, bad road. "No, no, no, please no...!" Same-same when Obama gave his fateful non-address to the nation while the Fox Party (commonly known as the Tea Party) was defining the debate in the fateful summer of 2009 with their death panel b.s.
"No, no, no, please no...!" I thought. "This truly, deeply sucks a big one. Seriously. This is bad." And that's how it feels right now. The Republic Party has been acting like a bunch of jerks since Day One with this guy. They did the same thing with Clinton.
Face it, sir: Not only are they not going to play nice, they're not even going to play ball. The nation needs you to proceed from there. Now, please.
BRIGHT IDEA:
A thousand people with bullhorns outside the White House, chanting--
No, wait. I got a better idea: Pick-up trucks with frickin' Marshall amps, cranked up to 11 and circling the White House: "FIGHT BACK! GET ANGRY! GROW A PAIR! DO IT NOW!"
Yeah, that's the ticket...
Aggressive Progressives need to stand and deliver, whenever and however they can. It's time to make some goddamn noise.
Skinny Dog