The Golf Summit

Well, dear readers, this is certainly embarrassing. 

While middle-class Americans suffer the ever-more-disastrous consequences of ruling-class profligacy, unfettered public debt, and the immoral greed of corporate and banking oligarchs, our President and the Speaker of the House schedule a golf summit tomorrow.  On the links, these two will -- no doubt -- share a few beers and deign to throw out a couple of winks and nods to us little people of the productive class.

Golfing while our Republic burns.

How apropos for the modern era.  Quite the evolutionary leap for civilization, is it not?  From ancient Rome and their backward ole fiddling, our oh-so-enlightened leaders have discovered the hidden power of the 18 links.

I can almost hear the merry twosome's economic-fix proclamation now:

Hey!  Why don't we all just go play golf?

Now, that's one heck of a bipartisan solution, folks.  The Democrat social-justice king and the country-club Republican may next be touting the wholly bipartisan slogan, "A new set of clubs in every garage!  And a country club membership for all!"

Seriously, are these two men common-sense challenged, or what?

Do they not realize how utterly foolish they look to the rest of the Country?  While the citizenry suffers under the yoke of political-class policy failures, and these two leaders cannot -- among all those brilliant-beyond-brilliant policy makers -- find any real solutions, they choose to go play golf together.

How utterly humiliating.

Now, lest you be tempted, dear readers, to believe that I bear a long-simmering hatred for the game of golf and am merely using this column to vent my own "issues," let me assure you that I hold nothing against the game of golf. 

Well, I would be a bit less than candid if I didn't own up to having indulged temporary grudges against the game, at times when I've felt my links-loving husband was giving it too much time or treasure in his eternal quest to shave one more point from his "handicap" -- whatever that is.  However, as the wife of a golfing guy for more than 4 decades now, I long ago made my peace with the game and even learned to recognize its true benefits.  A husband out golfing is a husband not reorganizing the kitchen because he has too much time on his hands.  And I'm fully convinced that golfing provides many a high-drive male with a necessary release for excess aggression and orneriness.

But, really, leaders golfing when they ought to be rolling up their little sleeves, putting their little noses to the grindstone and donning their thinking caps in full resolved-to-fix-the-economy mode -- well, it's enough to drive any sane citizen to the very brink.

A mere month ago, our own president ceded leadership of the entire free world to that tiny sliver-nation by the Mediterranean, Israel.  While President Obama hammed it up for his still-star-struck Obamaphiles in Europe, Prime Minister Bibi Netanyahu was over here leading from the front of our own Congress. 

While Barack showed the Brits his "lead-from-behind" prowess at a ping-pong table, Bibi was over here deftly taking the mantle of Churchill.  And all Obama could offer in vainglorious glee was the "But I got Bin-laden" defense, which by now is just another tiresome refrain from Barack's me-myself-and-I choral repertoire.  Not only did our Eddie Haskell president not get Bin Laden (Our incomparable Navy SEALS did the deed.), our Eddie Haskell Obama actually had the unmitigated gall to be playing golf while our SEALS were putting their real lives in danger in Pakistan.

What we Americans have before us now is the inescapable fact that the Israelis produced a genuine leader of historical proportion from a population less than many states, while from amongst our base of 300+ million, we ended up with a guy who bows, scrapes, winks, nods, bends over backwards, shoots hoops, sips Slurpees in flip-flops -- and to top it all off -- chases a little white ball around with a bunch of clubs, wearing sissy shorts and a baseball cap. 

Actually, "humiliating" is becoming too mild a word here.

The man who catapulted -- with one teleprompter under each arm -- into the Oval Office, vowing hope in big-government could actually -- this time! -- be made to bear tasty fruit, has made every single thing he has touched with his adolescent finger worse, worse, worse.  The president who vowed to "fundamentally transform America" never mentioned on the campaign trail that the "change" he was imagining would impoverish Americans, while making us the economic slaves of the rest of the world.  Nor do I recall candidate Obama letting the public know that he was so addicted to golf that he wouldn't forsake another 18 for presidential Memorial Day observance -- even as he commands three foreign wars, one of them blatantly illegal. 

So, as middle-class Americans worry themselves sick with economic stress and uncertainty in this simply grand Obama economy, our adolescent President hits the links with our Speaker of the House.  Now, I've read that the Beltway Boys have invited the governor of Ohio, John Kasich, to join them for their jolly golf summit.

And really, truly, I cannot decide whether to grab the smelling salts, my hanky or another bottle from my dwindling supply of Pepto Bismol.

Are these supposedly grown-up men even aware of their symbolic infantilization of this country's genuine plight?  From where I'm sitting -- in Obama-induced middle-class homemaker hell -- the "golf summit" reeks of good-ole-boys playing while their civilization faces destruction.

And I'm wondering why these "leaders" don't even have the sense to know this.

Golfing while America burns?  Oh, what an impressive leap into progressive utopia. 

At this moment I would pay really big money for a little red pill guaranteed to knock me out until election day 2012.  This spectacle is becoming too torturous to endure while sober.

Kyle-Anne Shiver is an independent citizen journalist and a frequent contributor to American Thinker and Pajamas Media.  She welcomes your comments at www.commonsenseregained.com.

Well, dear readers, this is certainly embarrassing. 

While middle-class Americans suffer the ever-more-disastrous consequences of ruling-class profligacy, unfettered public debt, and the immoral greed of corporate and banking oligarchs, our President and the Speaker of the House schedule a golf summit tomorrow.  On the links, these two will -- no doubt -- share a few beers and deign to throw out a couple of winks and nods to us little people of the productive class.

Golfing while our Republic burns.

How apropos for the modern era.  Quite the evolutionary leap for civilization, is it not?  From ancient Rome and their backward ole fiddling, our oh-so-enlightened leaders have discovered the hidden power of the 18 links.

I can almost hear the merry twosome's economic-fix proclamation now:

Hey!  Why don't we all just go play golf?

Now, that's one heck of a bipartisan solution, folks.  The Democrat social-justice king and the country-club Republican may next be touting the wholly bipartisan slogan, "A new set of clubs in every garage!  And a country club membership for all!"

Seriously, are these two men common-sense challenged, or what?

Do they not realize how utterly foolish they look to the rest of the Country?  While the citizenry suffers under the yoke of political-class policy failures, and these two leaders cannot -- among all those brilliant-beyond-brilliant policy makers -- find any real solutions, they choose to go play golf together.

How utterly humiliating.

Now, lest you be tempted, dear readers, to believe that I bear a long-simmering hatred for the game of golf and am merely using this column to vent my own "issues," let me assure you that I hold nothing against the game of golf. 

Well, I would be a bit less than candid if I didn't own up to having indulged temporary grudges against the game, at times when I've felt my links-loving husband was giving it too much time or treasure in his eternal quest to shave one more point from his "handicap" -- whatever that is.  However, as the wife of a golfing guy for more than 4 decades now, I long ago made my peace with the game and even learned to recognize its true benefits.  A husband out golfing is a husband not reorganizing the kitchen because he has too much time on his hands.  And I'm fully convinced that golfing provides many a high-drive male with a necessary release for excess aggression and orneriness.

But, really, leaders golfing when they ought to be rolling up their little sleeves, putting their little noses to the grindstone and donning their thinking caps in full resolved-to-fix-the-economy mode -- well, it's enough to drive any sane citizen to the very brink.

A mere month ago, our own president ceded leadership of the entire free world to that tiny sliver-nation by the Mediterranean, Israel.  While President Obama hammed it up for his still-star-struck Obamaphiles in Europe, Prime Minister Bibi Netanyahu was over here leading from the front of our own Congress. 

While Barack showed the Brits his "lead-from-behind" prowess at a ping-pong table, Bibi was over here deftly taking the mantle of Churchill.  And all Obama could offer in vainglorious glee was the "But I got Bin-laden" defense, which by now is just another tiresome refrain from Barack's me-myself-and-I choral repertoire.  Not only did our Eddie Haskell president not get Bin Laden (Our incomparable Navy SEALS did the deed.), our Eddie Haskell Obama actually had the unmitigated gall to be playing golf while our SEALS were putting their real lives in danger in Pakistan.

What we Americans have before us now is the inescapable fact that the Israelis produced a genuine leader of historical proportion from a population less than many states, while from amongst our base of 300+ million, we ended up with a guy who bows, scrapes, winks, nods, bends over backwards, shoots hoops, sips Slurpees in flip-flops -- and to top it all off -- chases a little white ball around with a bunch of clubs, wearing sissy shorts and a baseball cap. 

Actually, "humiliating" is becoming too mild a word here.

The man who catapulted -- with one teleprompter under each arm -- into the Oval Office, vowing hope in big-government could actually -- this time! -- be made to bear tasty fruit, has made every single thing he has touched with his adolescent finger worse, worse, worse.  The president who vowed to "fundamentally transform America" never mentioned on the campaign trail that the "change" he was imagining would impoverish Americans, while making us the economic slaves of the rest of the world.  Nor do I recall candidate Obama letting the public know that he was so addicted to golf that he wouldn't forsake another 18 for presidential Memorial Day observance -- even as he commands three foreign wars, one of them blatantly illegal. 

So, as middle-class Americans worry themselves sick with economic stress and uncertainty in this simply grand Obama economy, our adolescent President hits the links with our Speaker of the House.  Now, I've read that the Beltway Boys have invited the governor of Ohio, John Kasich, to join them for their jolly golf summit.

And really, truly, I cannot decide whether to grab the smelling salts, my hanky or another bottle from my dwindling supply of Pepto Bismol.

Are these supposedly grown-up men even aware of their symbolic infantilization of this country's genuine plight?  From where I'm sitting -- in Obama-induced middle-class homemaker hell -- the "golf summit" reeks of good-ole-boys playing while their civilization faces destruction.

And I'm wondering why these "leaders" don't even have the sense to know this.

Golfing while America burns?  Oh, what an impressive leap into progressive utopia. 

At this moment I would pay really big money for a little red pill guaranteed to knock me out until election day 2012.  This spectacle is becoming too torturous to endure while sober.

Kyle-Anne Shiver is an independent citizen journalist and a frequent contributor to American Thinker and Pajamas Media.  She welcomes your comments at www.commonsenseregained.com.