Dear John… again
What the hell are you doing? (I started to write my second "Dear John" letter when I came across this. It says all that needs to be said.)
It's a contest of wills and guess who is winning? President Obama, of course. And that's because the president is up against the GOP's equivalent of Churchill's "Boneless Wonder," Speaker John Boehner. Matched against the president, Boehner is making Ned Beatty's hapless character from the classic movie Deliverance look downright gritty.
Boehner the Boneless Wonder's beta dog routine is doing much to deep-six the Party of Lincoln. Hyperbole? Don't grumpy grassroots conservatives grouse incessantly that establishment Republicans are screwing the -- well, putting it more politely, screwing it up and that the Grand Old Party will go the way of the pterodactyl?
For the insulated tin-eared prowlers of the halls of Congress (Boehner being chief), hear this: The times, they have a-changed -- radically so. The context is dramatically different today than America before the Hugo Chavez-in-chief wanna-be in the White House, the august and empurpled Barack Hussein Obama, took the nation's reins ("On Dancer, on Comet, on Boehner!)
As of this writing, there's been no stout opposition -- no bold proclamation of principles, no declaration of a fight for limited government and liberty -- from the speaker in the teeth of the president's insistence to tax the lights out of "rich" Americans (and, shhh!, every other working American, too, eventually). Boehner and his lackey GOP colleagues remind the history-minded of the French in the face of the Nazi blitzkrieg: throw up those white flags before the speaker's perfect hair is mussed.
As Dana Milbank opines in The Washington Post:
One of Boehner's lieutenants, Pete Roskam of Illinois, stepped to the microphones, essentially pleading for the president to show mercy. "President Obama has an unbelievable opportunity to be a transformational president -- that is, to bring the country together," he said. "Or he can devolve into zero-sum-game politics, where he wins and other people lose."
"Please, please, don't hurt us, Mr. President," goes Roskam's tiny squeaky voice. "We triple-promise to be good little establishment monkeys and play along. You're so big and brawny and buffed, why, us 98-pound weaklings just want to get along -- for the sake of the country, of course." (Steve Schmidt, cue "Dueling Banjos.")
Maybe the House Republicans should bring Pee-wee Herman in to be speaker. Why have a mere facsimile in Boehner? [...]
No balls. No principles.