US president is... irrelevant?

A long time ago I wrote in this blog about how difficult it is to change the American middle class. Probably in reference to socialized medicine or some other socialist scheme generated by the White House and the rest of the merry marxists. I said something about how either the nation would become communist -- extremely unlikely -- or the Comrade would become irrelevant -- which seems to be the case.

For various reasons, and similar to most other people, I would guess, I have a little PTSD. All the indefinite but nagging anxiety and a sense of a black cloud hanging over your head, a kind of terrified desperation, is  only stirred up by things like the absolute destruction of the Japanese earthquake and tsunami, the chaos in the Middle East, the impending collapse of the US economy, and gasoline prices hitting $4.00+ a gallon.

Was talking to a friend of mine about this last night. Have to turn off the news or it gets absolutely paralyzing. Like in the days after 9/11, I mainly sat on my couch and cried. And then got really pissed off.

At just about that time, George W was in Manhattan at the ruins, climbed up on a pile of rubble bringing one of the fireman with him, and claimed, "They'll hear from us!"

So nice to know someone cared. Someone with some authority and resources would do what they could to help. They might not solve every problem, but would do what they could to help, and at least not block and regulate and tax us all when we try to do what we could for ourselves.

Somehow, I never got this vibe from the Comrade. Never. Just the opposite. His promises of "transformation" only meant -- "Hey, you Fat Cats! Those of you who actually work everyday in a free labor market and pay your bills! You all are going down!"

That's the message I got. Call it "redistribution" of my pretty damn puny "wealth." Not just my electric bill, my mortgage, my plumbing repair -- but I've got to carry the burden for everyone else as well.

And now since this disastrous winter is winding down and the birds are singing -- and New Jersey and half the upper Midwest is flooding, and our ally Japan is in total catastrophe, and the Middle East is still going all to crazy pieces and taking along with it, the US oil supply -- the Comrade has returned to the links to sharpen up his golf game. So happy for him.

Leadership anyone? The Comrade does not do "leadership," but only "cheerleadership." He rouses the rabble. That's about it. He doesn't offer or even consider any real-life solutions. I mean look at the "budget" he submitted to congress. Does this guy even live in the real world?

I don't really follow "leaders." I don't think most Americans do, as a knee-jerk type of thing. But in really dark and disastrous times, it would be nice to be able to believe that your government was working for you instead of against you, that it shared and would protect your values.

It would be nice to have someone in the White House who gave a damn.

However, as it is, we're better off without the feds at all. So yeah, keep on golfing, Comrade. And stay the hell out of the matters of state.

Save the Republic.