Obama: Out On That Chain Gang
Monday, December 28th, 2009Our old friend Susan Lenfestey’s holiday cheer has apparently been harshed by President Obama’s first year in office…
…oh, who are we kidding? Susan Lenfestey has never met a mellow she couldn’t harsh.
Still, even by her dysthemic standards, this blog post was a doozy:
Maya Angelou’s poem, Still I Rise, has been going through my head lately. Some verses:
You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.
Catch that? If Susan Lenfestey’s special little world, Barack Obama – a child of the middle class, who’s benefited not only from the best (or at least highest-rated) education American money can buy but from the American people’s open-mindedness, is no different than a Jim Crow-era sojourner who had to deal with real, genuine, constant oppression!
I’d say “every single one of us who disagrees with the President must be no better in their eyes than some Grand Kleagle”, but I guess we’ve already established that).
Feel like that’s what our president is dealing with, and still, he rises.
Well, no. He doesn’t.
Below is a reject from the Star Tribune on Obama’s Afghan speech. Yeah, it’s a tad dated, and we’re on to Copenhagen, but Barb is sick of holding up her end of the line without me, so I thought maybe something’s better than nothing. Or maybe not. Sorry for the absence, I lost my mind.
This absence of smart-ass riposte is brought to you by the kinder, gentler Mitch. Or at least the Mitch that’ll let the occasional hanging curve-ball by out of pity.





