The chess move made by Obama yesterday, on the anniversary of the killing of Bin Laden, which was the release of some of the Evil One’s plans to target America and leave other countries alone, would be enough to defeat Mitt Romney on its own were this a normal year.
Romney after all said it was not worth spending all that money in order to target ‘just one man’. And so he showed himself, in American terms, on the John Wayne meter, or the Clint Eastwood meter, or the Arnold Schwarzenegger shakedown, some fraction of a dithering wimp without ‘the right stuff’ to command a nation at war with eternal vigilant slithering evil and a skulking terrorist under every virgin daughter’s bed, not now anyway, not this year, my fellow Americans, not this year when the chips were down, and America itself at risk from nuclear-armed jihadist fanatics as never before.
But it’s not a usual political year, and neither was the last, I suspect; no, hell, I know. Obama, the Black Messiah, the Brother From Another Planet, has not solved everything and has proved to be as vulnerable to the Congress numbers as any other human President. He has lost the Magical Realism he and his vaulting rhetoric ran and won on, and the ‘uppity nigger’ factor has resurged, in the way it tends to do, in the guise of Leftism and Socialism and fiscal incompetence and social disorder, in a country built on black slavery. And he has, as they say in America, a ways to go.
Still, it’s a good chess move, and the Fox News attacks on him (how dare he exploit this tragic anniversary and ‘play politics’ with what should be, my fellow Americans, a sacred occasion like, oops, 9/11?) will be mitigated soon, or soon enough, by the daily diminishment of Rupert Murdoch, that ‘unfit person’ to run anything, whose interference in politics is becoming a retrospective abomination and whose name is now, in some countries, if not the US as yet, as toxic as Richard Nixon’s in 1974.
Romney’s homosexual associate Richard Grenell, whom he begged to stay on, doesn’t help him too much either. He looks a little unmanly, a little indecisive, a little pale and patched-up with facial surgery and hair implants and fake tan over his freckles, a bit like an also-ran.
There are some states that are still too close to call, Florida in particular. And the Mormon Factor still to play out.
Let’s see how it goes.