Nowadays, Maureen Dowd isn’t thrilled with President Obama and current congressional Democrats, as indicated in her recent New York Times column “Playing Now: Hail to Us Chiefs”.
Here are excerpts from her column.
HOW did the one formerly known as The One go for two?
In his renomination acceptance speech here on Thursday night, he told us that America’s problems were tougher to solve than he had originally thought.
And that’s why he has kindly agreed to give us more time.
Because, after all, it’s our fault.
Yes, Dowd has figured out that President Obama is blaming others for his failures.
We’re so lame. We were naïve, brimming with confidence that we could slow the rise of the oceans, heal the planet, fix the cracks in the Capitol dome.
We never should have let the Congressional Democrats run wild with their stimulus spending on pork that didn’t even create the right kinds of jobs.
Dowd’s rant gets better (or worse, depending on your point of view).
It’s depressing to look back and remember what soaring hopes we had for ourselves only four years ago. Did we overdo it with the Greek columns? Sheesh, a million people showed up for our inauguration. Now we brag when we break 10,000.
What a drag to realize that Hillary was right: big rallies and pretty words don’t always get you where you want to go. Who knew that Eric Cantor wouldn’t instantly swoon at the sound of our voice or the sight of our smile?
Our forbearing leader didn’t pander to us with that standard breakup line: “It’s not you, it’s me.”
He gave it to us straight: It’s not me, it’s you.
Dowd writes like a woman who is disappointed with her lover. How did her lover go wrong?
Maybe we relied too much on Valerie Jarrett, a k a the Night Stalker and Keeper of the Essence.
Apparently, it doesn’t take an intern in a blue dress to tarnish a presidency.
We are grateful to the president for deigning to point out our flaws and giving us another chance.
“I’m the president,” he intoned.
But We, the People, must do the work.
The buck stops with us.
President Truman must be turning over in his grave.
