Lily Tomlin’s Ernestine the Telephone Operator regularly opened her segment with the query, “Have I reached the party to whom I am speaking?” Simple logic always has to answer yes to this humorous interrogatory, because the real question was always “Is this the person to whom I’m intending to be speaking?”
The comments offered to my last post raised the memory of this character when I realized that I wasn’t reaching the Obama supporters as I hoped. Instead, I was hearing mostly from several regulars who have long-established “conservative” reputations with fossilized political leanings to match. Instead of replying to the points I raised, however, I became the topic of discussion, such as it was. I didn’t know that I was the guest on Bill O’Reilly’s show!
I’ve pulled back the curtain on Obama’s vulnerabilities as I see them with my recent articles (not that I was the “fustest” or “bestest” with my posts; far from it!), and that wasn’t appreciated by the Political Order of Horus. I didn’t expect them to be acceptable, for sweet dreams are much preferred to ugly reality. I just figured it would be the Obama wing of the Democratic voter base who would be wielding the flamethrowers.
Why should I conclude so? My guess (there is no evidence that would pass muster in the Republican Kangaroo Keyboard Kourt of Public Opinion) is that the staunch Obama supporters who don’t see his shortcomings are the ace in the hole for the Republican candidates. As long as Obama is the only Democrat in the 2012 race, his record will not become a target until it’s too late for him to do anything about it. But if due to some quirk in the time-space continuum I, or someone much more widely read than I, were to cause Obama’s staunch supporters to awaken from their stupor, that advantage could be lost, and a more defensible Democrat (even Obama when altered by a primary challenge, for instance) could emerge much earlier, making it less likely that any of the current crop of GOP zeros cold win handily, even with the vote tallies subjected to Diebolding. Can’t have that; wouldn’t be prudent!
There, I Said It. As the Human Torch would now say in my position, “Flame on!”