Poor Barack. No Katrina for him.
Poor Barack. He was so excited for this “hurricane.”
The more I read about Irene over the last week, the gradually less impressed I was with the storm. I mean, the mainstream media was really hyping it up as some massive catastrophe that was going to hit the Eastern seaboard and devastate our major cities. New York City even evacuated hundreds of thousands of people. For no good reason. I mean, Sunday when I was reading the news, I began to openly laugh at it. The articles were just so silly at that point. Effectively, “WE MUST EVACUATE NEW YORK. IT IS GOING TO RAIN.” Or, “QUICKLY, BOARD UP YOUR HOUSES. WIND IS PREDICTED.”
I don’t understand. Why were people trying to act like it was the next Katrina? Well, actually, I do know why—but more on that later. First, let’s talk about Barack.
Look how disappointed he is. He’s got that pouty, “Aww shucks” look written all over him. Like he was primed and ready for billions of dollars in property loss and scores of lives lost so he could get up on television and be all, “It’s a bird, it’s a plane, it’s SUPEROBAMA! Here to remind you of how BUSH screwed things up in New Orleans—but I, your liberal progressive hero, will do things right and save the day!”
So, he mounted his magical unicorn and flew off to take charge at the hurricane command center.
“Take charge.” Hahahaha, I’m sorry—I just cannot use those two words when speaking of Barack Obama. He’s simply not a “take charge” kind of guy. And I don’t mean that as an insult. Who here can possibly disagree with me that, as far as Presidents go, he’s kind of a weak, whiny, mewling whelp? He’s a “sit back and do nothing while trying to appear as if I’m important and people listen to me (and then blame everyone else when things don’t go my way)” kind of guy. Even the article said so:
Obama returned home … and appeared keen to be visibly in charge as the response to Hurricane Irene unfolds.
Look at that photo again. Does that photo smack to you of the strength and power of the Leader of the Free World? It doesn’t to me. Do you know what I see instead? Do you want to know what Obama is?
A sad, pitiful man desperately seeking relevance.
And now he doesn’t get the chance to, because Irene fizzled out. I mean, yeah—there was some minor flooding and a few trees got knocked down, but all things considered this wasn’t a very big deal. Heck, we knew by Friday that it was weakening (being downgraded to “tropical storm”) and not likely to blast the East Coast as hard as predicted. But still, people—particularly those in the mainstream media—were freaking out. Why?
Well, I think Obama’s BFF, Rahm Emanuel, gave him the idea:
“Never let a crisis go to waste.”
You know what “Hurricane” Irene was really about? Poll numbers. Specifically, Obama’s mid-30s approval rating. And since the mainstream media is in Barack’s pocket, he got them to roll out the red carpet for The Arrival of The One. They spent a solid week fear mongering the effects of Irene, getting people whipped up into a frenzy and panic, and building Irene up to a crisis-level event. Our political “leadership” and the media really did a fantastic job of cranking the panic dial up to 11. Why? Because Barack needed a crisis to deal with, where he could emerge looking strong, decisive, and effective as a leader. And a hurricane was the perfect vehicle for it, because he’d put his reaction up against Dubya’s to remind everyone of his administration vs. the last one. Barack was really really banking on Irene for this so that he could save the day—and, more importantly, his approval rating. He wanted it to be historic. a.k.a., “Please god, let me have a crisis.”
But, now that it’s all said and done, what’s Irene’s legacy? Inland flooding. Yup, that’s it. That’s all Obama has to work with. It’s no surprise he’s disappointed. “Inland flooding” is not likely to help his poll numbers.
Poor Barack. No Katrina for him.
It’s an interesting form of leadership, don’t you think: inspiring panic for no good reason?
Wait, “interesting” isn’t the right word. I meant “despicable.”
