You could call it creative accounting. It is certainly very wishful thinking in the face of massive evidence to the contrary, but our never-to-be-phased, ever-eager-to-invent President is out there again weaving stories out of whole cloth. His only problem is that the nation is rapidly figuring out that our would be emperor has no clothes.
He’s actually out there touting a 9.5% unemployment rate, which if all numbers were figured in would run somewhere near 18%, as some sort of success. In fact, if the temporary hiring for the census was subtracted the unemployment figures would be even higher than 9.5%. To the adulation of the rent-a-mob crowds, which have become de rigeur at the Anointed One’s appearances, Obama had the nerve to say that we “had turned the corner” on the recession and good times will be had by all.
Hmm… an absolutely jobless recovery… three point eight million jobs lost since the stimulus bill was passed! Commercial bankruptcies at a historical high this year, banks around the country hiding foreclosures by keeping them off the market, a government whose policies toward business is completely antithetical to the private sector, while gobbling up vast chunks of the economy with absolutely no knowledge or expertise in running any of these businesses.
What it looks like from where I sit is a flat-out Marxist takeover of our country by a Marxist ideologue who is desperate to put as many of his totalitarian policies in force as he can, before the just retribution of the people of this country can take place in November. He knows that unless he can steal voter registration or pass amnesty for illegal aliens, he and his Congress are toast – his Congress in 2010 and him in 2012.
His legacy, rather than being that of the most transformative American President, will be that of a treasonous politician who attempted to take the country to ruin and the worst President in the history of this country.
Semper Vigilans, Semper Fidelis
© Skip MacLure 2010
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