WHAT CAN BROWN
DO FOR YOU?
He can put his hands on the wheel of the truck and take a sharp turn into an off-road joy-ride, leading back to the highway of Common Sense.
MEANWHILE, BACK IN THE DISTRICT...
Various frequenters of YouTube periodically give us the temperature of the times by writing new subtitles for this classic film-clip from Downfall. I've watched many of them, but today's is absolutely THE BEST.
Brown made a few rookie mis-steps in the euphoria of his victory speech last night, all of them spontaneous and largely refreshing (trolling for sons-in-law was probably a one-off foot-in-the-mouth). But back down on earth, I'd be surprised if he doesn't genuinely hold all the promise of a bright trajectory to higher things. Did you dig that interjected musing he slipped in about what use his tall daughter might make of the basketball court at the White House?!!!
HAPPY 1st ANNIVERSARY, Mr. President
I believe that's the Paper Anniversary, Sir.
So buy a paper.
Not quite one year ago I made some predictions about the first term of what I called the "Obambi" administration. [I think I'll take that "Obambi" thing back now -- he's hardly the wide-eyed neophyte I thought he might be, but has shown himself a cold and calculating ideologue of the first water.] What's kind of scary is how half my predictions came true, not in his first term but his first year. The others may well follow, though thanks to Hot Colonel Scott and what he has touched off could halt the bad stuff.
What seems increasingly clear is that Prediction #4 isn't the half of it -- I'm now prepared to introduce, if not a prediction, then a distinct possibility: that Obama's first term will be his only term, not because he will lose in 2012, but because he will be so sick of this job he will be bolting for the exit at the first opportunity, and will find a reason to decline his party's nomination.
As a man who is unaccustomed to fighting for anything; to juggling 17 balls in the air at once, each more urgent than the last; to actually working for a living, with expectations (other people's) of measurable results -- by 2012 this man will hate what he's doing, resent its demands and slings'n'arrows, and will be looking for an out. [Mother Robinson, think you can fake a stroke till we get back to Chi-town?]
Thanks, Massachusetts. Every so often you get one spectacularly right.
