07.30.09
The Beer Summit
I think it’s great that the President of the United States is comfortable enough in his own skin to share a beer with a couple of guys out on the lawn of his house.
But what brought him there is ridiculous, although entirely predictable: pride, arrogance, and a kind of narcissism that deserves to be examined and laughed at —for the good of the Republic.
I have zero respect for anyone who cannot see the cultish element in Obama’s support. The post-racial post-American anti-Bush makes monkeys out of men: poor little nothings (often employed as “journalists”) who are too afraid of being stigmatized as racists for making even the most basic kind of criticisms of him that one must expect of the fourth estate. How will these Democrats be held accountable if the people on the TV and the editorial boards are too afraid of false accusations? For that matter, how can we expect cops to do their jobs if we assume that they are authoritarian bullies bent on oppressing minorities? That’s what the President did. And he was wrong.
So has he now apologized to James Crowley? I doubt it.
Pride goeth before a fall.
