Football games are often lost or won by coaches’ clock-management skills. As the United States’ chief executive, Barack Obama is an inept, perilous time manager.
And this is no mere game he’s calling, no hokey, televised reality show. This is real-life survival. The future of 306 million Americans is at risk.
When editorial writers know embarrassingly little about what they’re pontificating and haven’t a clue what needs to be done, they fall back on the simpering cliché “Time will tell.”
That seems to be this president’s modus operandi, his catch-all approach to any serious issue: Let time resolve it. This isn’t the hallmark of a commander in chief. This is the mind set of a procrastinator in chief.
Obama makes a profound to-do about tackling oversize problems overnight, as if he were the first to discover they shouldn’t be left to later generations. Sounds statesmanlike.
It’s a hoax, a smoke screen. He’s a slippery squid making clouds of ink in a treacherous ocean infested with the razor-sharp reefs of socialism.
The action-now that he demands of others sounds like take-charge. It gratifies a national addiction to quick fixes and move-on nostrums. Yet, nothing of this magnitude and complexity gets fixes in the first hundred days. All that those lurches achieve is to set in train decades of impoverishing, delayed repayments. The alleged cures are worse than the real problems they were peddled as fixing.
Take the (so far) prime example — the “economic stimulus” package with its gigantic, unprecedented infusions of government tax-funded spending. It assuages the desire of an injured, restless, resentful populace that demands, Don’t just stand there. Do something . . . anything!
And anything is the something Obama is best at doing, especially talking. Hillary Clinton was right when she said that if nominated for the presidency she “would bring experience and Barack would bring a speech.”
That didn’t bother enough voters, who went on to nominate and elect Obama as their president despite his utter absence of serious executive experience.
It was no secret that the only big thing Obama had ever run was his mouth. That’s all he’s relying on now — the first notion that comes to his mouth. It’s like handing the job of head football coach to the team’s strutting drum major.
Any president has only so much time, too precious to spend in on-the-job training. This amateur president wastes time like he squanders taxpayers’ money as if there’s no tomorrow.
Obama is throwing White House cocktail parties, flitting around on his very own Air Force One, posturing on late-night TV charades, cracking wise about disabled kids, grinning all the while like the Cheshire cat, which at least had the good taste to disappear after awhile.
Not enough dollars in the Treasury to fund Obama’s bloated budget? Not to worry. Raise taxes and keep raising them.
That still doesn’t cover the bill? Whip out the nation’s credit card. Print more and more currency. Borrow more from the Chinese, who will one day wipe the smile off their faces and demand their money back, plus a boatload of interest that will also have to be borrowed.
What! Obama worry? Let time handle it, all in due time. And when the bills come due? That’s someone else’s worry. That someone else is you. And your kids. And theirs. And on and on, for so long as it takes.
How long will it take? Until enough suffering taxpayers wise up and rush onto the playing field, yelling and making “T” gestures with their hands.
This is the big event they stood in line to watch. Suddenly, they’re part of it, and they’re the ones getting pancaked, jacked up, sacked and their bell rung.
Worst of all, the rookie coach is grinning even as the clock is running out. It was all supposed to be so different, so post-this, so post-that. So cool.
Time for change . . . again.
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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