Multifaceted messiah

He wines and dines, we know that, hopping the nearest jet plane to New York for a night on the town, grinning like that renowned cat.  But did we know he also whines?

“Let’s just lay everything on the table,” [Sen. Charles] Grassley said. “A Democrat congressman last week told me after a conversation with the president that the president had trouble in the House of Representatives, and [Obamacare] wasn’t going to pass if there weren’t some changes made … and the president says, ‘You’re going to destroy my presidency.’ “

Illustrations:

Cheshire_Cat_Tenniel

Dat’s de cat.

Obama in NY

Dat’s de grin.

An editor hath done this . . .

In today’s Wed. Journal column, I say goodbye.

And now a sweet sorrow. Adieu, my friends, adieu. I am leaving you for something else. Books. Here lies my life as a columnist, tattered and torn, shuffling off this mortal coil that is Wednesday Journal. Books, I say, to read and to write. You will be hearing from me, yes, but not monthly and not in these pages. Let’s leave it at that. For now, in the words of the immortal Porky Pig, th-th-th-that’s all, folks.

Read it online, and it’s how I wrote it.  However, this week’s hard copy suffers indignity with insertion of a fatal comma which, in the panoptically viewed scheme of things is small potatoes.  But let us here recount it as reflecting the power of that one-character facet of English punctuation.

My sentence:

[Letter writer Ray Simpson] gets calls of encouragement “every once in a while” from people who tell him to keep at it. So far, he’s doing that, if nothing else providing a fat target for left-thinking people.

Hard copy version:

. . . gets calls of encouragement “every once in a while” from people who tell him to keep at it. So far, he’s doing that, if nothing else, providing a fat target for left-thinking people.

Hah.  But editor giveth, editor taketh away when writer howls.  Is digital journalism great, or what?

In addition, submitted too late for hard-copy publication, was “primarily” in front of “You will be hearing from me, yes, but not monthly and not in these pages.”  Leaving myself an out, you see.  Just thought I’d add that while I’m at it.

As for books to come, stay tuned . . .

Safe hands

More on governmental fiscal reliability, albeit as part of a gruesome overall situation.  How many billion?  (At least they are keeping track.)  How many did Enron lose?

The Taxinator may be breathing a sigh of relief over “fixing” California’s budget problems.

But darker clouds loom.

Case in point:

California’s huge government pension fund is expected to report today a whopping annual loss of an estimated $56.8 billion, almost a quarter of its investment portfolio. [Italics added]

That’s from the irreplaceable Michelle Malkin, thanks to link from the irreplaceable Instapundit.  Instant is right.  It’s how the b’sphere works — hand in hand with the main stream, in this case LA Times.  Malkin reads the paper for us, Insta’s Glenn Reynolds reads Malkin, etc., creating an epidemic of information disseminated by trustworthy sources.

Michelle’s closing comment is as scary as a Terminator left hook:

And as California goes, so goes the nation.

Or worse, one of his super-pistol blasts.

Terminator w-gun

Govt. knows best, chapter 379

“Who’s Minding the Store at the Federal Reserve?” asks David Bernstein at The Volokh Conspiracy, presenting a video of the Fed’s “inspector general” knowing nothing from nothing about the whereabouts of three big ones (these days, trillions). 

(Go here for the video, which would allow itself to be embedded yesterday but not today.  YouTube has its reasons, to be sure.)

The video has almost a million hits, notes Bernstein, who calls it “pretty shocking stuff” in that “the Fed is lending trillions . . . with apparently no oversight, even internally.”

It’s not their money, yes, but you’d think they’d give a care.

The congressional interrogator, Alan Grayson, is a Florida Dem, for what that’s worth.

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Later: Reader email notes the personal performance of the testifier, judging hers as a difficult position — too much power!  But the matter is institutional, not personal, as is clergy abuse, to pick one example, in which abusers are less the issue than coverups by prelates and apparatchiks — once endemic, now less so, thanks to media and other pressure.  Governmental institutions are what look bad here, specifically the Fed, and the question is asked in effect, Would you buy a used car from that dealer?

Encomium for Cronkite

Amid the paroxysms of reminiscence about Walter Cronkite, one must reflect on his role as a skilled news reader.  As such, he was an elocutionary paragon, less actor than salesman. 

Where is there a salesman who would not have done anything for his on-air sincerity and avuncular integrity?  He was Uncle Walter, in the right place at right time to become one of our many icons, a sort of household god such as the old Romans kept on their mantle, someone to turn to at dinnertime five days a week to find out how things were. 

Yay Walter, he’s our man; if he can’t convince us what to think, nobody can! was our shout-out, lo these many years ago.

This anniversary has no legs

Forty years ago, Ted Kennedy drove off a bridge on Chappaquiddick Island after a party, submerging the car.  He managed to get out, but not his companion.

It was here where Kennedy’s true nature came about. He claimed he called out for [Mary Jo] Kopechne several times and rested for fifteen minutes until deciding to walk back to the party. On his walk back to the party, he passed several houses with telephones but he did not summon help.

He eventually fell asleep in a hotel room and later woke up but did not immediately contact the police, but instead had a casual conversation with someone about sailing. It was not until after the dead body of Kopechne had been discovered that Kennedy went to a police station. [Italics added]

A bona fide Kopechne tragedy became in due time a spurious “Kennedy tragedy,” one of many.  And whom can we thank for that?

VP of blather speaks truth out of turn

This fellow has Biden’s number:

It takes years of yoga to learn the posture necessary for speaking clearly with all your feet in your mouth. But for some the skill comes naturally, which brings us to Joe Biden.

Those who saw Dick Cheney as an evil genius crouched silent in the shadows of the Oval Office like Nosferatu must enjoy Biden’s high profile: he’s out there daily with the sunny enthusiasm of Ronald McDonald opening another store.

And, quite often, telling everyone to have a Whopper.

It’s James Lilek in NY Post.  Can’t remember when I’ve read anything that good in a Chicago newspaper, unless Kass and before him Royko.  Any other suggestions?  I might have missed someone.

Explaining one of the “gaffes,” he says:

What Biden meant to say, in his puckish way, that they misunderstood what an economy is, and how it works. Piling up a mountain of proposed taxes, mandates, regulations, do-nothing programs and pork unseen in such dimensions since Pink Floyd floated a dirigible pig over an outdoor concert might, in fact, prevent recovery.

Yes.  They have the formula for that.  In any case, go easy on Joe, by whom “truer words have never been babbled.”

Wanted in Oak Park: candidate for Republican committeeman

Oak Park’s Les Golden, whose zeal as a tree-hugger got him in trouble with the law a few months back — with reactions con and pro — is looking for a good man or woman to run for Republican Committeeman next year. 

“As you know,” he writes,

there is effectively no GOP organization in Oak Park under the current committee[wo]man.  Indeed, the one and only function held was done at my urging, a breakfast at Peterson’s Ice Cream after the victory FOUR YEARS AGO!! 

I was there, meeting the winner, a travel agent by name of Marlene Lynch.  The rolls and coffee were good, the setting congenial, Ms. Lynch cordial.  But Les is right.  It was the end of contact initiated by her.

[T]he committeeman has held no meetings, organized no functions, raised no money, slated no candidates, organized no election judges, and does not attend any Cook County meetings. [!]  

I know.  I called her about being a judge and one other time for comment for a Wed. Journal column, and she was in a hurry each time.  Impatient, she had no interest in Republican matters.  Oak Park needs a new committeeman, Les writes, offering some motivation, quoting a Founder:

As America becomes a socialist state, only grass roots can bring back the ideals of our founding fathers.  As Jefferson wrote,

“The multiplication of public offices, increase of expense beyond income, growth and entailment of a public debt, are indications soliciting the employment of the pruning knife.”

He delineates a committeeman’s primary responsibilities:

1.  locate and organize election judges
2.  run a Lincoln day celebration, a summer picnic, and candidate debates/parties

And adds what else the person could do:

3.  hold monthly meetings
4.  rent an office space for formal/informal gatherings
5.  find, slate, and fundraise for GOP candidates
6.  attend County meetings
7.  put up and post to a website
8.  increase the GOP voter numbers in Oak Park
9.  work with west suburban committeeman to reinvigorate the GOP
10.  attend meetings of other west suburban GOP organizations

“It may seem like a lot,” he adds, “but with a competent staff it isn’t that much work.”  He has “a core group” to gather signaturesm days contact him if you’re interested or know someone who is.

And if you’ll help get signatures, he wants to know that too.  Call 708 848-6677.

Go Les!  Go dormant OP GOP!

Trib messy

This popped out at me from a Chi Trib obit:

As a member of Winfield United, a group that advocates responsible development, Mrs. . . . didn’t want anyone messing with the natural beauty that inspired her artwork, said her son, John.

No quotes around “messing with,” so the writer and her editors “are OK with that,” as the saying goes.  And that’s OK with them. 

Not with me.  The writer, a Trib intern, and her editors confuse conversational jargon with newspaper writing.  She’s new at it and deserves better attention from them.

Obama the cocky fellow

After six months of Obama, writes Rex Murphy in the Globe & Mail,

What we can say with confidence . . . is that had he run on (a) transforming the U.S. economy by massive federal government intervention, (b) taking an owner’s stake in the automobile industry, (c) transforming the rules of America’s energy economy, (d) instituting a national health-care system – all of these simultaneously and in the centre of a financial meltdown – Barack Obama wouldn’t merely have lost the election, he wouldn’t have got as many votes as gnarly old Ross Perot did in an election long past.

He fooled us, in other words, hiding behind smooth talk and glowing rhetoric.

Mr. Obama has taken the real crisis of the U.S. (and world) economy and used it as the screen and lever for a massive agenda of transformation, a transformation that calls for expenditures on a scale never before seen in the history of government on this planet.

Bait and switch.  His was an  

agenda of massive government expansion, or attempted expansion, into everything from the auto industry to health care – all of them sold with cries of urgency and executed with reckless haste. Massive bills were passed before there were even copies of them to read. The U.S. government’s debt is being swollen beyond all previous records.

We cannot imagine that he did not know this agenda.

He knew what he wished to do when he was campaigning, but he was not going to whisper the scale and range of his designs while the campaign was on. It would have scared off people.

And now?

He’s flying high in dazzling hubris. The American economy is not yet fixed. It may get worse. And it is in this parlous and critical context that Mr. Obama has launched history-making expenditures and a reordering of American governance.

Daring if you believe in it, “reckless – to the point of real danger if you do not.”  It’s a “trapeze act — the greatest . . . in the history of North American politics.”