Addressing a gaggle of congressional politicians — who enjoy the lowest approval rating of any collective in the land —is Barack Obama’s biggest dumb-bunny idea yet.
Doesn’t the president get it that the recent hullabaloo in town hall meetings all across the country was about American voters’ utter disgust with those they sent to Washington to represent them, only to watch them do just the reverse?
And, now, to ask for a joint session of Congress to try to sell his (latest) version of government-dictated healthcare, the very subject that got the folks back home so hot under the collar, well what was the man thinking?
Obama must have no vision of millions of American voters sitting in their living rooms or down at the local tap. What will they see when they tune in Wednesday evening?
What they’ll not be able to avoid is their president surrounding himself in a sea of pols who don’t, won’t, or cannot read those thousand-page bills they want to vote to enact, those their constituents, their children, and their grandchildren will never be able to stop paying for.
Those are the very members of Congress he will be pressing to fund whatever health plan he’s peddling that the country has already rejected, big-time.
If that’s not enough of a horror movie, just stare at who’s going to be sitting behind him, grinning and popping up and applauding like crazy every sentence or two he reads from his teleprompter screens — House Speaker Nancy Pelosi, whose popularity ratings lurk below even that of Congress as a tribe.
Obama’s poll numbers have begun to hit the skids, but Congress’ are far worse. He’s going to enhance his credibility by associating himself with the likes of those bottom-dwellers? Where’s the rub-off value in that?
He’d be more persuasive standing out in the middle of a cow pasture and reading this speech at a more-intelligent herd of Herefords.
The poor fellow spent the entire summer struggling, and failing miserably, to sell his radical-left health schemes. They were thrown back at him as fast as he rattled them off.
Now he’s back, after taking inspiration at Martha’s Vineyard, vacation site of the common man, with whatever his re-jiggered version of health nostrums is.
If Obama imagines he can slyly postpone his socialized medicine package by substituting a camel’s nose under the tent (camel to follow at the earliest opportunity), he’s misreading his own country or misleading himself. Or both.
Surely someone, somewhere, within his sprawling bureaucratic administration must have said, “. . . er, uh, excuse me, but is this joint-session thing such a hot idea?” If so, that someone is likely a nobody, nowhere, now.
Obama’s ego could no more allow him to skip an opportunity to deliver a speech — his patent-medicine cure for whatever ails balky voters — than he could not be Obama. What? Not call attention to himself on the podium of the House in prime time? The world awaits his every word. “I have a gift, Harry.”
Obama seems totally unaware he has been wearing thin his welcome on America’s TV screens. It gets harder and harder to flip a channel and not have him pop up, scolding and scowling, right in your face.
He has been nearly as ubiquitous as that cute, little, green sales-lizard. Except Obama has lost whatever cuteness, or salesmanship, he once may have had.
What voters will see on TV on Wednesday evening will be “Narcissism Run Wild,” starring Barack Obama in the one-man, virtual-reality show he has created all for himself.
After Wednesday, the nation will be more in need of healthcare than ever.
John L. Perry, a prize-winning newspaper editor and writer who served on White House staffs of two presidents, is a regular columnist for Newsmax.com. Read John Perry's columns here.
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