Can I just say that I love my President?
One of the biggest storms to ever hit the most populous region in the entire country strikes, and within two days, states have all the FEMA cash they need; aircraft carriers are deployed to help with recovery and energy efforts; moms needing baby diapers and bottle formula have a way to get some; small businesses have a website to visit or a phone number to call to apply for recovery grant money; and the nation, despite a colossal infrastructural setback of a magnitude we may not fully grasp for weeks to come, carries on largely uninterrupted—why? Because we have a leader up there at the forefront, leading from the front, the first guy in the pack, and we trust that guy.
We know that when he says there won't be red tape, that there won't be bureaucracy—when he says he's told his staff to call mayors, governors, anybody from any state that needs something, back within fifteen minutes—we know Obama isn't bullshitting. He says what he means and means what he says.
That's why disciplined partisan Republican bulldogs like Chris Christie have nothing but love for The President, because they know that despite all the heated rhetoric, despite all the spin and pinnings of malaise, despite all the political motions they have to go through to save face for their constituents or their peers, they know a simple truth, instinctively and viscerally: when the shit hits the fan, Barack Obama has their back. He's got the nation's back. And for all the prognostications of the end of the world, for all the sirens sounded and all the bells clanged, even the right wing understands that when calamity strikes, you want the even-keeled, calm, Presidential guy at the helm, even if he's black, even if you sort of think he might be Muslim, and even if his daddy comes from Kenya and you think he hoodwinked his way in.
Take ten minutes. Watch the video. And, then, tell me: what is there not to love?
The federal government, Obama said, is "here for the long haul." --via HuffPo