No, certainly not the memory of George W. Bush. I am sure that more and more people are missing him and his relatively benign governance.
Certainly they miss the fact that he was a leader and a decider..especially after living under the incompetence of the Pantload-in-Chief and clueless band of merry men we have now. I am sure that he would be welcome back if for only having the good grace of staying out of our faces and off our TVs 24-7. It seems that one cannot turn to any media outlet without seeing that bony-faced, purple-lipped pontificating prevaricator talking -- always talking. One hopes that this coming November and a November two years from now, the American public will deliver him a big
Sierra Tango Foxtrot Uniform message.
The day that bony-assed, metro-sexual, wuss starts disappearing in the public's rear view mirror cannot come soon enough for me.
Speaking of disappearing, it seems that
the POSOSTUS's bump from that stand-up routine he delivered to Congress a week or so ago has all but evaporated with a vengeance.
We tire of this guy more quickly than we did before. His act is getting old.
Mark Steyn and Hugh Hewitt arrived at the conclusion that Obama -- whose chief talent seems to be just giving speeches -- is devaluing his worth with each lip-flap. Throw in stunners like his arrogant and incorrect scolding of the Supreme Court justices at the SOTU and his recent mispronunciation of
corpsman as "
corpse-man" (thrice, fer crissakes) and one has the rhetorical equivalent of the Wiemar republic's printing presses.
But that does not stop him. He is out there 24/7/365, endlessly bleating the same inanities on every media outlet available to him. At this rate, two things fill me with dread: (1) he'll start turning up on those ubiquitous gas station pump TV devices, blathering away about the energy crisis and (2) when he
does finally get tossed out into the dust and dreck of Pennsylvania Avenue, he will embark on a farewell speech tour that will make Bill Clinton's grasping attempt o remain in the public conscience pale in comparison.
Or, perhaps an even more terrifying thought: what if some benighted fools start erecting bulletin boards with him asking if we miss him yet?
Oh dear, there goes another perfectly good night's sleep.