In the beginning, an empty suit promised hope and un-defined change.
And the weary leftists who had had no traction for eight years (and entirely too many centrists) bought that glimmering image of rainbows and unicorns.
With the Hopes that our World is built on they were utterly out of touch
They denied that the Moon was Stilton; they denied she was even Dutch
They denied that Wishes were Horses; they denied that a Pig had Wings.
So we worshipped the Gods of the Market Who promised these beautiful things.
Now we witness their shock…
ANOTHER RUBE SELF-IDENTIFIES: YOU CAN CALL ME “SMUG” AS LONG AS YOU ACKNOWLEDGE THE STING.
You were played. I told you so at the time. The whole
hope-and-change thing was an obvious con, and you were among the rubes
who fell for it anyway. And yeah, I’m rubbing it in.
ANOTHER UPDATE: Moe Lane emails: “I will admit to a certain amount
of smug, myself. I mean, it’s not like we didn’t tell these rubes, over
and over and over again. Jim Geraghty especially, back in November 2008…”
MORE: Reader Michael Hankamer writes: “So I guess that recognition
that Obama is a dunce, was always a dunce, and forever will be a dunce
is the new definition of ‘uber-partisan.'” So it would seem. But since that characterization seems merely to increase the sting, I’m okay with it this time… .
And Prof. Stephen Clark writes: “By all means, rub their whole faces
in the facts of this latest intervention. To be clear: if the left and
Democrats generally do not savage this President in much the same manner
they savaged Bush, if they are not out in the streets protesting, if
they are not opposing his reelection, if they are not demanding his
impeachment and trial, if they are not hoping for his very death, then
they will have shown themselves to be every bit the craven hypocrites
that many have long claimed.” I have not yet begun to rub it in.
Posted at 8:30 am by Glenn Reynolds
Cue the Gods of the Copybook Headings:
Then the Gods of the Market tumbled, and their smooth-tongued wizards withdrew,
And the hearts of the meanest were humbled and began to believe it was true
That All is not Gold that Glitters, and Two and Two make Four–
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings limped up to explain it once more.
As it will be in the future, it was at the birth of Man–
There are only four things certain since Social Progress began —
That the Dog returns to his Vomit and the Sow returns to her Mire,
And the burnt Fool’s bandaged finger goes wabbling back to the Fire–
And that after this is accomplished, and the brave new world begins
When all men are paid for existing and no man must pay for his sins
As surely as Water will wet us, as surely as Fire will burn
The Gods of the Copybook Headings with terror and slaughter return!