Obama’s Presidency sleeps with the fishes

By Joe Keck


Moe Green says that the Corleones don’t even have that kind of muscle no more and Sollozzo has Tommy in the tunnel.

But I think a new Don is coming.

Yes, the two big dogs went head to head this past Monday, vying for the role of leader of the free world and in a couple of weeks we’ll find out who will be head of the Five Families. And although it wasn’t anything spectacular, it did garner the highest rating of any televised event in history.

Seems odd, though, doesn’t it? What would make this debate so ‘gravitational’ to American viewers? Mitt Romney isn’t particularly charismatic or alluring as a candidate. And unless he’s reading from a teleprompter, neither is Barack Obama.

In 2008, Obama captivated the political scene, and obviously, the Presidential residence with his charisma and glowing political presence . He was more a rock star than an office seeker, and apparently, that was enough to give him the White House.

Not enough for me, of course. But then, I’m not some plastic-armored storm trooper easily influenced by “The Force.” I’m a conservative, and therefore, immune to pixie dust and incantational aphorisms.

But the problem is (for Obama), such mesmeric machinations and Machiavellian mojo only works if it, well, if it works.

When he was first elected, Obama had no record of his ideas from which we could judge his capabilities. He simply said he would do this, and he said he would do that, and poof! all will be well with the world. And he did this, and he did that, on a number of things.

But all is not well.

Nor has it been for the last four years. His years, his America. His turn at the helm.

Which, in part, answers the second question of the second paragraph of this article.

I think people in general, and Obamaphiles in specific, watched the final Presidential debate in record numbers to see if the magic is still there, if the glow of sainthood – faded though it may be – is still visible (at least half of them did. the other half were looking for some pointers on how to make a silk purse out of a sow’s ear).

The President’s supporters wanted to see if there is even a faint shimmer of light left from ‘The Anointed One.’ Because after all, it couldn’t be that they were fooled, charlatanized, taken in four years ago by this Hope and Change huckster. I mean, if they were, then that would mean they are, well . . . let us say, gifted with a rather economical distribution of eye-level gray matter.

And of course, if you’re a “Progressive,” then that alone means your . . . smart. Not like . . . dumb.

I want to turn to my Liberal compatriots with my hands nestled deep in my pockets and say, “You’re nothing to me now, Fredo. Your not a brother . . . you’re not a friend.”


But I won’t. I’ll put a supportive arm around their slumped shoulders, nod my head in sympathy, and with a reassuring tone in my voice say, “I know, buddy, I know. I’ve done shameful things too. But don’t worry, we’ll get through this. I’m here for ya, man.”

But back to the previous question of why this debate, why now, why so viewed?

I think it’s because, like the black gentleman in the Town Hall style second debate who was questioning, with all the economic troubles we’re going through, why he should vote for Obama again, those who voted for the current White House occupant were hoping for some spark, some shine, some residual gleam, however muted, from the man they saw at the ’08 Democrat Convention.

They didn’t get it.

In fact, it’s kind of like the thirty-something woman sitting at breakfast, slightly hungover, with the young guy she took home with her the night before. As she watches him recount with a mouthful of her last pound of bacon how he got to the third level even without using the extra bonus galactic phaser, she wonders to herself, “What in the bloody hell was I thinking?”

Now, for those who’ve neglected their medications and actually defend Obama as just needing more time, well . . . I see those poor people kind of like little doe-eyed Kay, standing outside in the hall way, watching Al Neri give her a smug look as he walks over and calmly closes the door.

So, there you have it. The acolytes looking for something, anything, from their hero, desperately hoping he’ll give them a reason to hope for no change in the Presidency yet greatly hoping for a big change in the gas prices, unemployment numbers, debt figures spinning so fast they’re a blur, and so on, and so on, and so on.

Then there’s the rest of us, looking for nothing more than a little bit of rational thinking. Which we got from Romney.

That’s why I think the viewing audience of Monday night’s debate was at an historical high.

And that’s also why I’m predicting a landslide of historical proportions for Romney.

If there isn’t and – God forbid – Obama wins in November, then we’re done. We’ll have no choice.

Time to go to the mattresses.

About the Author

Joe Keck is a writer of horror, thriller, suspense, and other fiction, some poetry and music, with the occasional op-ed piece on current events, politics, and theology. Although born in Oklahoma, he was taken to Los Angeles when he was an infant, or as his mother described, "the ugliest little thing I've ever seen", and raised there on the West Coast. He considers himself to be far superior to most on the artistic merits of film and literature, seeing the vast majority of such to be well below adequate. He has four novels and many short stories to his credit, and hopes to one day have them published, promising to hold critics like himself in harsh derision. He's currently restoring a Jason 35 sailboat and plans to sail the world, writing horror stories, and marveling at the illustrative works of the Creator and His Divine story-telling imagery. You may Find Joe's Website at http://www.joekeck.com/

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