On Beckett’s Ass (and more asses to boot)

Reading: The Letters of Samuel Beckett. Best passage so far: “[A] sebaceous cyst in my anus, which happily a fart swept away before it became operable.”

Waiting for the flatulence, indeed.

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Also reading: Nobody Move, by Denis Johnson. Brilliant writer.

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Also reading: Your mind. And, please, stop thinking those naughty thoughts.

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Lost two jobs this week because of the rain. Oh bailout money, where art thou?

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Note to America: Fireworks are toxic.

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Memo to self: Find a better cause.

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Remember, I told you months ago that Obama was over-exposed and the overexposure will mean the demise of his ratings, popularity and whatever existed in his progressive agenda (read: meaningful health-care reform, RIP).

Obama’s biggest failure to date has been his refusal to share the spotlight with his team. It is, after all, considered to be an “administration,” not just a fiefdom of one.

But, at nearly every critical issue juncture, Obama has elbowed off his subordinates and rushed for the bright lights, resulting in a perception that no one else in his administration is allowed enough rope to do anything but cash their paychecks.

No matter how hard he tries to put and “I” in “team,” it just won’t work. But Obama keeps trying.

Take, for example, Obama’s rush to the bright lights again tonight to offer up a primetime address on health-care reform. Fine, make your statement and answer the questions, but sooner or later – if he expects to succeed – Obama’s got to prove that he’s got a viable TEAM behind him. Because all-Obama-all-the-time is not working.

Frankly, Obama should be doing what Vermont’s Senator Bernie Sanders did a couple of weeks ago: Turn his wrath upon the recalcitrant members of their majority team – the Democrats. Because, as we all know, it’s the Democrats who are controlling everything.

Obama is wasting his time and his political capital on his seemingly never-ending attempts to win over Republicans. After a two year political campaign, the man is apparently stuck in campaign mode. But, this time, it’s almost as if Obama thinks the race for “Mr. Popularity” is in the works.

Sorry, Barack, but you’re now governing. And you’ve got every political advantage at your disposal: Congressional majorities, the desk you sit at, and a mostly fawning media (minus the whack-jobs at FOX, of course).

So stop with the “reaching across the aisle” nonsense already. And, instead, lead – with a team.

Ugh.

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Oh hell, the sun came out. So why am I wasting time with you? Adios.