August 28, 2014

Beating Bush: The 42% President

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So far this month, the president's approval rating has averaged just 42 percent, his lowest August rating since 2011. For Obama, August Is The Cruelest Month : NPR

Reading that took me back about seven years to an evening out in Seattle with a friend. He's a long-gone liberal who's never coming back. He's gifted in many ways except, alas, for politics. When it comes to that he has a fully colonized mind and a solid Democrat record of supporting hustlers, losers, con-artists and criminals from Louisiana to New Jersey. Like all slaves on that ideological plantation he thinks it makes him more free and believes everyone he knows will forget about his many decades of picking the worst his party has to offer.

I've long returned from that dark tunnel, but I admire and respect him and our friendship of long standing. Our default position on politics is that "it doesn't come up."

Meeting him were a couple of his friends which are only acquaintances of mine. As such, this being Seattle, they did not suspect, even for a moment, that I happen to be "one of 'THEM'." (Indeed whenever a Seattle acquaintance discovers my politics -- as happened last week at the airport -- the reaction is invariably along the lines of "I never knew you were THAT WAY." )

Into the bar came his friends, one of them walking with a swagger as if he'd just been sprinkled with holy water by the Messiah himself. He ordered a round of drinks and when they were put up lifted his glass, smacked his lips, and said, "Forty-three percent!" This was in reference to the approval rating of George W. Bush that had been announced that day.

Three glasses clinked but mine remained on the bar. The back of my hand brushed it back towards the bartender and left it there.

The man who ordered the drinks looked at me quizzically. I looked at him and, because I am blessed with an English Major and a large mental file of American poetry, said, “there is some shit i will not eat."

An awkward silence ensued from which all were saved by the start of the show we'd come to see.

My friend and I still see each other.

Less now than before as the elephant of Obama’s failure has moved from the lawn to the porch with its trunk in the room.

I never saw his friends again. Never had to refuse another drink. I'm okay with that but they came to mind today when these new disapproval numbers of their tin god were released.

I wonder what they do now. Do they still order drinks to make toasts to Obama's numbers as they sink below Bush, or do they just grab the whiskey and CHUG-A-LUG it straight from bottle?

Posted by gerardvanderleun at August 28, 2014 7:20 AM
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I thought the bars in Seattle served Kool Aid. Am I mistaken?

Posted by: chuck at August 28, 2014 8:18 AM

"I wonder what they do now..."
They blame Bush.

Posted by: Uncle Jefe at August 28, 2014 8:34 AM

They do what losers always do. They hang around with other losers.

They shift the blame, minimize the loss, compare with anything less than what their loss is.

They try to level the field by putting everyone else down.

They act like it is all part of larger strategy, moving back a couple of steps to get a good running jump at it.

They never admit defeat because the cause is never-ending, one battle after another and never go back and pick up the pieces.

They use Alinsky's playbook and side-step the loss in front of them.

Oh, look! A rabbit!

Posted by: chasmatic at August 28, 2014 9:19 AM

Whoops. Forgot.
Gerard, that guy was swaggering and feeling all full of himself? That guy was ripe for a good hard punch in the face.
Celebrate Assholes Get a Punch in the Face Day any day of any month. There's more than enough assholes to go around.

Posted by: chasmatic at August 28, 2014 9:25 AM

The day will come when the bush haters will be in nursing homes, drooling on themselves and blaming Bush because the prunes aren't working.

Posted by: mark at August 28, 2014 10:26 AM

My colonized friends are now on about how Bush took more vacation days than Obama. Next it will probably be Obama is taller.

Posted by: David McKinnis at August 28, 2014 10:29 AM

But let me tell this, and you're getting it straight from the horse, Obama vas better looking than Bush, he vas a better dresser than Bush, had more hair, told funnier jokes, and could dance the pants off Bush!

Posted by: Fat Man at August 28, 2014 12:50 PM

Fat Man,

Dot qvote was Franz Liebkind, nein?

Brought to us by the late and much-lamented Kenny Mars.

Posted by: Rob De Witt at August 28, 2014 3:22 PM

Who gives a shit?
They're communists, you're not.
Don't waste one more second thinking about them.

Posted by: ghostsniper at August 28, 2014 6:48 PM

Obama, no tin god he. He's corroded, corrupted heartless metal, doesn't have the mettle, and will never earn a worthwhile medal.
He's the face of disgrace on his own ant-Hill Rushmore.

Posted by: Howard Nelson at August 28, 2014 6:56 PM

I was thinking about this recently. As I wrote a year ago;
Someone I’ve known for forty years came to visit for the weekend, a bond trader in NYC who lives on L.I. He and his wife are the oldest friends I have. They are good people. I learned (years ago) not to talk about politics, our views couldn’t be farther apart.

It's been over a year since I wrote this. From a blog post I did on the Zimmerman Trial and how it personally effected me.
http://onthenorthriver.com/2013/07/14/zimmerman-not-guilty-all-charges/

"At the house, we cooked, drank wine, ate fresh bread and olive oil. Dinner was in stages, everything was good.
Then he made a remark about the Zimmerman trial. I responded, hotly. He started to scream at me. I responded. All together it lasted about three minutes (I guess). He and his wife decided to leave and drive back to Long Island tonight.
I don’t think I’ll ever see either of them ever again."

A week later the Zimmerman verdict came in. And I never did hear from them again. You're so lucky Gerald that everything stayed '50's cool, so very William Powell'ish. To this day I can't believe the uncontrollable burst of anger (on both sides) and I am very thankful that no blows were exchanged. As I wrote in my post, what is Zimmerman to me, or me to Zimmerman? If a young black man is dead why should that be important to two white men both who choose to live in two very white towns?

What was wound up so tight in me that I had no chance at all to stop it? Was it the smug tone in which my former friend spoke (what he actually said, even then, I have no recall whatsoever) or intellectual outrage at the challenge? Not. Typical. Behavior. Not for me, nor my former friend to the best of my knowledge. I suppose I'll never really know.

I blame Obama, he (without a doubt) will blame Bush.

Posted by: John the River at August 29, 2014 11:36 AM

One of the reasons I enjoy AD is the remarkable accounts shared, such as John's. I'd already been "cut-off' in the run up to 2008, so by the time the Zimmerman media trial came around, I was already by myself. (well, I did fill in "White Hispanic" on a form at the doctors office, my wife begging me to remove it) The last remaining contact from my NYC chapter wrote and asked what I thought about the Christie/Clinton match for 2016. I thought for a bit, and then wrote back detailing just how Big Chris would be utilized in the Cruz administration. I'm yet to hear back from him. Sooo, my email contacts continue to dwindle...

Posted by: Will at August 31, 2014 2:57 AM