The President's accent was always an affectation, and as with any characterological affectation practiced for too long by a person too willing to believe his own press releases, it hardened into a tic, then followed a path of natural decline until, at the President's speech last night, it seemed to me for the first time that he has a true speech impediment, a tendency toward the sh sound where none exists, exacerbated by his proximity to sensitive microphones. Before I was beautiful, I had a trainwreck of a mouth in desperate need of orthodonture, and in the Inquisitional years of braces, retainers, and medieval headgear (thankfully worn only at night), I acquired a similar impediment as well, and had to work mightily and consciously to correct it until the metal finally came off my teeth. I'm not certain what this signifies in el Presidente, but I'm that certain it's nothing good.
As for the contents of the speech, I can only say that this ratfuck of a war looks more like Vietnam every day, not necessarily for conditions on the ground in Iraq, but for our perfectly predictable response of Escalate and Invade the Neighbors. That was precisely our strategy the last time we got bogged down in an unwinnable land war, and it will meet with precisely the same failure, if not the same particular failures. As for the Donkle majority, I give you the the wise words of J.S. Paine:
Does anybody remember, a couple of months ago, we were being told how important it was to the future of humankind for the Democrats to re-take control of Congress? Well, they did re-take it -- and the current Punch-and-Judy show on the Hill is leading up to conclusion that whoops, we spoke too soon, we need the White House too.The Donkle's party line at the moment has something to do with holding hearings and voting for non-binding resolutions to "show the president that he is isolated politically." Yeah, that'll help. This guy can't get within a hundred yards of a history book without hitchin' his britches and drawling a McArthurian "I shall return!" A note to Democrats: He's just not that into you. Or as a particularly narcissistic ex told me during the break-up of our very brief, late-college relationship: "This isn't all about you, you selfish little bitch, it's all about me!"
In fact, without the White House we are nothing. The unitary prez, like a Stuart king, can thwart the majority will of the people. A united Democratic nation, saddled with a divided gubmint, can be flummoxed at the whim of the executive.