We wanted a rock star president, and that’s what we got. As reported recently by The Hill, Obama has spent more time schmoozing with Fortune 500 CEOs than Christmas shopping, much less talking with Congress over the $600 billion fiscal cliff.
This is more than irresponsibility. It’s a disease.
Obama has evidently never balanced his checkbook in his whole charmed life. His budgets are so exorbitant that not one of them has gotten a single vote from either party in either house of congress for four years. The nation has been running on continuing resolutions ever since he got elected.
That’s a case of Romnesia if there every was one.
Clinically, the president’s condition is called severe chronic paranoid romnesia extremis. Early signs are an abject irresponsibility for fiscal matters. That’s money, in the vernacular, a profound disregard for the value thereof.
As the disease progresses, the afflicted starts to become paranoid. In the extreme stages, there’s denial and a charming effort to blitzkrieg creditors into a higher credit limit. When this is rejected, the romnesiac becomes defensive, more paranoid, and he resorts to cuckolding himself with the hyper wealthy.
Birds of a feather flock together, and the patient wants very much to be a bird like that. That is, so wealthy that money is no longer of any concern whatsoever.
The prognosis for a long time sufferer is, quite frankly, dismal. Back in the day there were debtor prisons. Modern day bankruptcy only exacerbates the condition; sublimating the symptoms until all debts are cleared and the cycle begins anew.
Barring that, the victims typically become suicidal and throw themselves off a cliff, in one last egotistical effort for sympathy.
Boo hoo.
