So much has already been made of President Obama’s lack of substance. It has been suggested by conservative writers that he is everything from an empty suit to an emperor with no clothes. Perhaps he is just a man who has been told his entire life that he was special without ever being made to prove it. If the latter is true, the conspicuous lack of detail in his agenda stems from necessity; he carefully avoids scrutiny, like the Wizard of Oz hiding behind the curtain. But the problems facing the United States are more substantial than simply finding a way back home to Kansas; solving them requires more than pyrotechnics and smooth baritone oratory.
The common thread between President Obama and the causes of the American predicament is a shortage of new ideas; thus we are forced to resolve a dilemma. Despite his liberal use of the word "change," the itinerary for Obama’s plan to change America was never unfolded for our inspection and approval and yet, voters pulled the lever. How can we expect a majority of Americans to participate in the process of innovating when the bulk of us voted for change by proxy and without form? How is the nation expected to redefine its place in the world when it has chosen a leader who does not have the will to define himself?
For his part, Obama may be remembered as the politician who is to American politics what Andy Warhol was to American culture — a borrower of iconic ideas and imagery, but in truth, a creator of nothing truly original; a manufacturer only of symbols. He weaves elements of Kennedy, Reagan and both Roosevelts’ characters into the fabric of his persona, with the effect of buying unearned merit badges and stitching them onto his Boy Scout sash. The success of his campaign, with its emphasis on an unspecific black box of genius plans, shows just how restless the electorate has become. Were Obama to have run against a candidate with even a modest amount of inspiration, one who could communicate a clear vision for the future, we would have had to wait at least four more years to experience the catharsis of swearing in our first African-American president.