I watched a bit of Ghostbusters yesterday, and one line in particular jumped out at me. Actually, dozens of snippets of dialogue stood out, but the one that seemed particularly relevant was when Dan Aykroyd and Bill Murray stand outside a particularly hulking building on the Columbia campus. After they've been told by the dean that the board has voted to revoke their grant, the two discuss what they're going to do next. Murray's Peter Venkman is blase about their prospects, and Aykroyd's Ray Stanz is worried about being fired and pessimistic about the future. "You don't know what it's like out there. I've worked in the private sector. They expect results." Unfortunately, this is now more pertinent than ever.
Anyone who has done comparably little in his job (I count myself among those in these ranks, because no matter how you spin it, a Bates label is just a sticker) understands this, and since the inauguration it has strikingly been applicable to President Obama. I've said it before, but Bush Mach 2 was easily the worst president in American history. At the very least, though, he DID things. They were short-sighted, stupid, and altogether reckless, but he made sure that they got done. Obama, on the other hand, means well--and his influence stops there. The immediate picture that I have of him in my mind shows the bottom of his shoes. "Oh--they're scuffed!," we thought then. Now, though, I'm more struck by the fact that his feet were even up. I dismissed this sort of square thinking a while ago because he had so much to do and such a gesture was the least of the problems he faced.
He hasn't faced them, though. Obama perpetually seems to have his feet up. Take health care, for example. He made it clear that reform was a major concern for his administration, but then punted (feet still up--in the air) to let Congress deal with it. Congress has now become the "vast wasteland" that Newton Minow, then the FCC chairman, said television had become in 1961. The bloated (I wish I could call it "bombastic," but pages of dry legislation hardly warrants it) bill now contains so many earmarks and disclaimers that it now should be used as the valueless wallpaper it so closely resembles. And what do we get from Obama? A metaphorical shrug presented as more eloquent words. This has become incorrect, because his speeches have become less and less impactful, both in their poise and in their message. Whereas during the campaign we had great speeches on various issues like race and the future of America, now we get fortune cookies that deliver the same message as during Bush's term.
The 2010 Senate election in Massachusetts, which pitted Democrat Martha Coakley against Republican Scott Brown, underscored how removed Obama has been. Sure, it's a Massachusetts election, and Coakley blundered many times in her repeated gaffes, but it's truly an affront that Ted Kennedy's long-held seat will be occupied by a Republican for the next six years (at least). Coakley said things on the campaign trail that were reminiscent of Dan Quayle--like referring to Red Sox pitcher Curt Schilling as a "Yankee fan." She obviously was an awful choice to take Kennedy's place, but it's not as if her Republican counterpart was any better. Brown infamously posed nude for Cosmopolitan in 1982, and the photos could have been an example of one mistakenly inserted into his roll by George Costanza. This didn't matter, evidently, because Brown beat Coakley (about 52% to 47%) and will take over Ted Kennedy's Senate seat. I know that a lot has been made of this, but it's still not nearly enough. Ted Kennedy's seat will go to a REPUBLICAN.
Just before the election, Obama went to Boston to campaign for Coakley. With his track record of uselessly campaigning for the Olympics in Chicago, his lack of pull and utility was wholly evident when she, too, lost. Remember Teddy Roosevelt's credo of "speak softly and carry a big stick"? Obama has seemingly misheard it and changed it, in a year, to "speak flowerily and brandish a twig." The pen may, aphoristically, be mightier than the sword, but the sword can leave some unrecognizably disfigured. With Obama, neither his pen nor his sword intimidates me.
The "cool" tag for Obama has frozen over. Now he just seems like a dick. Careful deliberation seems like he's stalling. Occasional whiffs of contemplation are fine, but his jaunts of insouciance now register as arrogance rather than thoughtfulness. Doing nothing is easy--ask him. I always hear people say things like, "It's only his first year. Give him a break." Siren songs don't have to be symphonies, though. Once they do their job, the rest happens imperceptibly.
I still hope that he'll surprise me somehow, but so far he's lulled me to sleep like the poppies in The Wizard of Oz. (Almost. My conscious brain functions as the snow that vanquishes the danger of the opium.) Bush did terrible things, but at least I was always awake and alert to marvel at them incredulously. With Obama, I just want to nap.
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