Trouble is, that sort of thing only works until it doesn’t. I wish I could take pleasure in saying, “I told you so,” or as my Dad used to put it, “I toilet to ya,” but this is hardly a moment to savor.
Politics, as practiced in our money-soaked system, requires that the partly not just nakedly serving the 1% as a matter of stated principle, has no route to victory without capitalizing on the fact that numbers of actual people are overwhelmingly on their side. There are several ways not to do this, and the administration has, bless their hearts, tried all of them, to demonstrably ill effect.
First, they came for the civil libertarians as well as those who don’t much care for larcenous monopolies, when they granted immunity to spying telecoms and the government that lustily hiked the Appalachian Trail with them. Then, they came for the millions of homeowners fleeced by the TBTF banks with laughably paltry secret “settlements” concocted by the very miscreants whose pals tossed them on the street. Then they came for the hippies; rolling up Occupy movements across the country with their militarized police forces, handing out drilling permits like acid drops at Woodstock, and, most likely, approving as sneakily as possible the Keystone XL abomination.
Sprinkled in between were further rank betrayals of embattled organized labor regarding EFCA and blind devotion to “Free” Trade, women with Plan B, seniors with Medicare cuts and chained CPI, and lo and behold, when they finally came for the AP, which has employed such craven power-fellators as the even the odious Ron Fournier, there was no one left to defend them.
Unsurprisingly, the Fox News watchers who would ordinarily be the only Americans to applaud such demented and punitive policies remain unimpressed, and Obama and company are left relying on the kindness of some pretty resentful strangers.
When the IRS story broke, the reflexive unwillingness of the administration to offend the dainty sensibilities of the donor class led Obama to scale new pinnacles of lameness, failing to even to allude to the stampede of post Citizens United elephants in the room as he so sternly decried the IRS, well, doing its job. This, from a President who once boldly faced criticism for his public rebuke of that outrageous decision in the hallowed presence of the corrupt Justices who merrily waved it through. Even as the righties sang “Watergate” in harmony befitting a choir of angels, never was the distinction made between auditing, say, Joe Namath, and slow-walking an application for an avowed anti-tax group to not be taxed.
After that dismal performance was greeted by the sound of one hand clapping, everybody who might have been inclined to overlook the next, much more serious one, had already fled for the exits, and sadly, that’s how the cookie crumbles.
Note to self, for when I get to be President: if your only remaining constituency is the Beltway Media, don’t get caught wiretapping them. To Rahm Emanuel, we of the dreaded “professional left” may be “fucking retarded,” but somehow most of us saw this coming several miles away, and he, and the President who so unwisely trusted him, didn’t.