This morning I feel compelled to commit an act of commentary.
I normally don’t use Facebook or my blog as a political soapbox, and I am not about to make it my habit to do so. But today I just can’t help myself.
About an hour ago I watched Robert Gibbs, the former Obama press secretary, reiterate the fact that the president inherited a horrible mess four years ago, that he has moved forward across the board to repair the damage, yaddayaddayadda.
Assuming that is so–that he inherited a big mess, and I won’t dispute it–the president has squandered his inheritance to an obscene degree. If he were to be re-elected, what he would be inheriting tomorrow morning would be exponentially worse than what he was saddled with four years ago. How would he explain that?
And what is he doing this morning? Shootin’ hoops in the Windy City.
Shootin’ hoops, because that’s his election day tradition. Shootin’ hoops. Something guys in New York and New Jersey would love to do today if they had the gas to drive to the gym. And if they could somehow turn the lights and heat on in the gym once they got there. Shootin’ hoops is something they would love to do if they didn’t have to spend the day figuring out how they were going to feed their kids. Or where they were going to spend the night. Or how they were going to stay warm. Or how they were going to clean up the devastation caused by the water and the wind.
While the Guy in Charge is shootin’ hoops in the Windy City.