Hushabye Mountain

Although I find the President's policies mostly occupying the range from horrific to merely ridiculous, I mostly find myself amused by people who can't read opinion polls and have this notion that Barack Obama is somehow foundering right now. Dude is popular! I mean, I'm all about shouting "Fuck you, preppies!" at his passing entourage, but I'm still sitting on the steps with the stoners.

As Roy notes and notes and notes, it's almost impossible to actually decode Camille Paglia's nightingale warbling. What we gather is that once-considered-extinct North-American megafauna Rush Limbaugh is to be left alone, likewise his poor, benighted following of morons, losers, and the fascistically nostalgic legions of the pre-deceased. And yes, I suppose it's possible to make the argument that since Rush looks like a fat-swaddled blind baby mammal, a thing whose natural posture is on its back, useless little paws flapping at the sky, hairless, wrinkled body still sickly-gray, he should be accorded the same noo-noo-naa-naa cooing protection.

But while the asinine media yapsters wring their hands with extravagantly insincere regret that Obama is squandering . . . something . . . on darts thrown at the Jello Mold of the airwaves, Obama surely notes that he can use Rush effectively as a proxy to keep his putative opponents from making any kind of counterargument on the airwaves, and all he risks (which is nothing at all) is earning the greater opprobrium of people who already despise him. You wouldn't know it to watch the news, but Barack Obama keeps getting what he wants; his bills keep passing.

Interestingly, Obama's liberal-progressive supporters, who were so horrified when they learned of Bush partisans making statements to the effect that 9-11 provided a golden opportunity for the enacting of long-sought policies, are now aping the same line regarding the crisis in the economy.