My Jim Berlin
But your Irish dad, who happens to be the mayor of your fair city, is a piece of work assembled by a committee. He won election because the Irish – who would vote for a toad if it traced its lineage to the Emerald Isle – backed him unanimously. He also got a fawning endorsement from the media, who fell madly in love with him the first time he sang “Danny Boy” in a local karaoke contest.
Unfortunately, your dad doesn’t know squat about running a city. Each decision he makes seems worse than the last. But here’s the scary part: the city measures you, your mom and your sibling by everything your father does.
Which brings us to Barack Obama. Because he ran his mouth a year ago saying if Syria used chemical weapons America would retaliate…we’re stuck. Like the Smith family and its fair city, the world does not differentiate between the president of the United States and the people of the United States. He is us and we are him.
So now we are painted into a corner.
Either we attack Syria or no one – Syria, Iran, Russia, North Korea – will henceforth put any stock in our promises or threats.They will feel free to go about any nasty business they please.
I overestimated Mr. Obama when I said he was in over his head. He is sitting with the single-celled omoebas on the floor of the Mariana Trench, the deepest part of the world’s oceans.
And he has dragged the rest of the family down with him.
(Author’s note: I’m taking the next two weeks off. Don’t go away…)