In a comment about my recent, less-than-glowing satire about the boy King Tut Justin Trudeau, Canada’s second-youngest Prime Minister, BrainRants, always the instigator, challenged me to skewer U.S. President Obama next. That’s as hard as trying to nail Jell-O to a tree. As Gertrude Stein said, “There is no There, There!” I’m going to try to roast him, even though he looks like he’s already lightly roasted.
Here is a view of Obama’s reign Presidency, from one Canadian Curmudgeon’s point of view. It has been a most cynical political presentation, not necessarily from Obama, who may actually believe the hype, but by his backers and controllers. Oops, I almost said ‘owners.’
I was particularly unimpressed with both the early ‘Birther’ scandal, and then, following it, the ‘His second name is Hussein. Is he really a Muslim?’, both of which seemed designed to keep him in the public eye, as a victim of Big Business and those nasty, entitled, entrenched Republicans.
His handlers offered him up as a ‘Black President,’ with the motto, ‘Change.’ The more things change, the more they stay the same. Obama has been about as exciting as tapioca pudding – and almost as white.
Even the idiot-child, George W. Bush, as POTUS – The Next Generation, America’s equivalent to Canada’s ski-bum, yoga instructor Trudeau, could be counted on for something memorable whenever Dick Cheney let go of the marionette strings.
I think Georgie Malaprop has been misunderestimated. He will always be remembered for comedy gems like, “The French don’t even have a word for entrepreneur.”, and his aircraft-carrier comedy show, titled “Mission Accomplished’ will go down in the annals of humor.
Obama will be remembered for…. Sorry, I dozed off. He doesn’t have the presence and rememberability of even the least of the Kardashians.
Mr. ‘Sunny Ways’, Sonny Trudeau has been castigated for taking selfies at International Meetings, when he should have been practicing Statecraft. Obama just seems to slouch and stump around the White House, hoping that, when it’s all over, he can get a free copy of the official photographer’s Photo-Ops book, when he has to go back and get a real job, and earn his own money.
Obama has been like the black hole of politics. No matter how much heat or light was shined on him, none of it seemed to escape his event horizon and reflect back upon the public. His P.R. handlers have had to rely a lot on the females of the family. ‘Here’s Michelle, planting and tending a Victory Garden.’ Probably growing poke salad and collard greens, and trying to remember how to make Soul Food.
Or one of his two terminally-cute daughters – usually Malia, the elder. Here she is, out on her first date, where social propriety and birth control are guaranteed by Secret Service Glocks. Then there’s the story of how she’s going to take a bridge year between High School and college, to do some studying, because she failed Secondary Geography. “Daddy, where’s Kenya?”
Even with the good possibility that his replacement as President will be either Broomhilda the Witch, or Hagar the Horrible, it doesn’t seem to indicate that a lot of people will miss him when he’s gone. Most of them, intentionally or not, have missed him while he was in office.