Obama has been throwing a full-on 6 Year Old temper tantrum by barricading national monuments, turning off the Amber Alerts system and absolutely refusing to negotiate on the budget with the House Republicans, who represent half of the country. No one has said it better than Joseph Curl in today’s WashTimes here, as he compares the sissy Obama to the beefcake Teddy Roosevelt.
Has there ever been such a small, whiny, petulant president as Barack Obama?
Of course not. First and foremost, presidents are men. All before No. 44, rich or poor, had led demanding lives, filled with victory and loss, joy and heartache, tested by fire, made strong by triumphing over adversity.
Take Teddy Roosevelt: Sickly and asthmatic as a boy, he had to sleep propped up in bed to breathe.
When he was in his early 20s, his wife and his mother died the same day — just two days after the birth of his daughter. A city boy from New York, he struck off for the Dakota hills and built two ranches, riding, roping, even hunting down outlaws who stole his riverboat.
When he returned to NYC, he served as police commissioner, walking the streets after midnight to make sure his cops were on the beat.
The list goes on and on and on: assistant secretary of the Navy; founder of the Rough Riders that fought the Spaniards in Cuba; colonel of the regiment that charged San Juan Hill; governor; vice president; president.
All before he was 43. After serving two terms in office, he didn’t sit in his rocker and reminisce. He went to Africa to hunt big game.
Now take Barack Obama. He attended an elite prep school near the Waikiki beaches of Oahu; then, it was off to the Ivy League Columbia and his first job — “community organizer,” whatever that is.
From there, he hobnobbed at Harvard and held cushy jobs as a lawyer, a teacher and a state senator (where he voted “present” 129 times — think Teddy ever voted “present”?). Then he waltzed into the Senate after some Chicago-style dirty tricks and sowed division and disenchantment right into the White House.
Unlike TR, who liked to track white rhinos and once followed the Nile from Congo to Khartoum, this president likes to play golf and ride his bike (always with a helmet on, a real Rough Rider).
And unlike any other president in history, this one is a thin-skinned crybaby, bristling at the slightest criticism. More, he blames everyone but himself for his woes, targeting his opponents with personal attacks, unable to negotiate even the smallest compromise with the party that runs half of Congress — and represents the views of half of America.
You can’t expect this ladyboy to actually be a man and lead the country. He’d rather throw a snit and punish his opponents.