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SYNAPSE-SHOTS 2010-44

PRESIDENTIAL OTIC ALCHEMY

 

For a person who honed his aural perception by hustling votes on the street and winning a truly historic presidential campaign, since ensconcing himself in the White House, Barack Obama has developed an acute case of tin-ear-itis. When I heard Saturday night’s pronouncement before the Muslim gathering, the thought came to me: “No he DI-’ent! You mean he deliberately stepped into that politically charged poo on the streets of Manhattan?!”

 

The president could have made a statesmanlike remark by quoting directly from the Establishment Clause of the First Amendment. But, NO! – He couldn’t leave it there – he had to go all the way, and in the process soil his presidential footwear. Then, the very next day, he made matters worse by cleansing his shitty shoes in the liberally anointed waters of the Gulf of Mexico.

 

By Monday morning, of course, even the sliding flight attendant had been pushed to the back pages. Any messages he had prepared to support his political colleagues in their bid for reelection, were all to be drowned out because of his tin-earedness. He had handed his opponents another shillelagh with which appropriately and effectively they will pound him about his tin ears and pumpkin’ head.

 

The proposed construction of an Islamic mosque/cultural center within muezzin-hollerin’ distance of the vaunted ground created by the horrific outrage perpetrated on September 11, 2001 already was sufficient grist for the mid-year electoral mill. However, prior to last Saturday, it did not involve the president and his other, multifarious concerns of national-survival importance. He very easily could have maintained Air Force One-flyover distance from this one, but he decided to bail out right over Ground Zero.

 

There was a leader with ears of gold.

They were perfectly formed,

Without and within.

He slept while words of wisdom were told.

When he woke, it had stormed,

And his ears were tin.

 

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