I have little affection left for Peggy Noonan since she flung-in with the MSM’s hyping, spinning and promoting of the empty-suited Barack Obama in the 2008 election cycle. Her on air swooning over the historic aspect of an Obama presidency aside, she, of all people, failed to point out his vague and empty campaign words, and the hints of socialism/communism that only the common, hard working, taxpaying man on the street could reveal. This was a woman who took a leave from her typical job of political opinion writing to help Pres. George W. Bush’s re-election campaign in 2004 because she felt it was that important he win a second term in office, and John Kerry was the wrong competitor at the wrong time. Yet, at the end of his difficult second term, she seemed to believe we, the country, needed this elusive hope and change the media and Hollywood invented and highly marketed Barack Obama, man of the world from Chicago via Hawaii, Kenya, and Indonesia, was promising amid parting the skies and lowering the seas, and bring us all together under a starry sky around a green energy campfire singing, “Kumbaya my lord” … to him.
However, in recent years, Ms. Noonan has taken to pointing out the obvious … to those of us who knew in 2008, anyway … that Barack Obama has been anything but good for this country and never will be, and is in it for his own empty narcissistic glory. Here is her latest…
Barack Obama was elected president in 2008 because he was not George W. Bush. In fact, he was elected because he was the furthest thing possible from Mr. Bush. On some level he knew this, which is why every time he got in trouble he’d say Bush’s name. It’s all his fault, you have no idea the mess I inherited. As long as Mr. Bush’s memory was hovering like Boo Radley in the shadows, Mr. Obama would be OK.
This week something changed. George W. Bush is back, for the unveiling of his presidential library. His numbers are dramatically up. You know why? Because he’s the furthest thing from Barack Obama.
Obama fatigue has opened the way to Bush affection.
In all his recent interviews Mr. Bush has been modest, humorous, proud but unassuming, and essentially philosophical: History will decide. No finger-pointing or scoring points. If he feels rancor or resentment he didn’t show it. He didn’t attempt to manipulate. His sheer normality seemed like a relief, an echo of an older age.
And all this felt like an antidote to Obama—to the imperious I, to the inability to execute, to the endless interviews and the imperturbable drone, to the sense that he is trying to teach us, like an Ivy League instructor taken aback by the backwardness of his students. And there’s the unconscious superiority. One thing Mr. Bush didn’t think he was was superior. He thought he was luckily born, quick but not deep, and he famously trusted his gut but also his heart. He always seemed moved and grateful to be in the White House. Someone who met with Mr. Obama during his first year in office, an old hand who’d worked with many presidents, came away worried and confounded. Mr. Obama, he said, was the only one who didn’t seem awed by his surroundings, or by the presidency itself.
But to the point. Mr. Obama was elected because he wasn’t Bush.
Mr. Bush is popular now because he’s not Obama.
The wheel turns, doesn’t it?
Here’s a hunch: The day of the opening of the Bush library was the day Obama fatigue became apparent as a fact of America’s political life.
When Bush left office, his approval rating was down in the 20s to low 30s. Now it’s at 47%, which is what Obama’s is. That is amazing, and not sufficiently appreciated. Yes, we are a 50-50 nation, but Mr. Bush left office in foreign-policy and economic failure, even cataclysm. Yet he is essentially equal in the polls to the supposedly popular president.
And here we are, only initially into another four … long … years of Barack Obama and his self-serving smugness, and his grifting and enslaving of the American taxpayer at every level. Fatigue. Ms. Noonan? Try sick and tired.