Obsolescence

While I live in fear of the short memory span of the American public, Fouad Ajami's piece in the Wall Street Journal this morning captures precisely what I am hearing among my compatriots, business associates and the like: this Administration is an unparalleled disaster.  While you really should read the whole thing, here are a couple of teaser passages:

He had been a blank slate, and the devotees had projected onto him their hopes and dreams. His victory had not been the triumph of policies he had enunciated in great detail. He had never run anything in his entire life. 


You mean all the shortcomings that we horrible right wing bloggers were trying desperately to point out?


Big as Reagan's mandate was, in two elections, the man was never bigger than his country. There was never narcissism or a bloated sense of personal destiny in him. He gloried in the country, and drew sustenance from its heroic deeds and its capacity for recovery. No political class rode with him to power anxious to lay its hands on the nation's treasure, eager to supplant the forces of the market with its own economic preferences.


Ronald Reagan loved this country...Barrack Hussein Obama hates it.  Compare and contrast.

It is in the nature of charisma that it rises out of thin air, out of need and distress, and then dissipates when the magic fails. The country has had its fill with a scapegoating that knows no end from a president who had vowed to break with recriminations and partisanship. The magic of 2008 can't be recreated, and good riddance to it. Slowly, the nation has recovered its poise. There is a widespread sense of unstated embarrassment that a political majority, if only for a moment, fell for the promise of an untested redeemer—a belief alien to the temperament of this so practical and sober a nation.

The masses have awakened.  This administration calls them "racists."

Here's the story in pictures: