You’ll Have To Fake It – Happy New Year!

Well we waited and waited and waited and waited and waited. But here we are, a few hours until the new year, waiting still. We thought perhaps a Christmas Miracle would occur. Perhaps Hanukkah Harry would come to the rescue. But it was for naught. The wait was in vain. The year ends as it began – Obama on a long vacation, the economy gearing up for a dive, no HOPE, no Change.

Big Media? It’s still in the shill for Boob Obama business. Richard Benedetto formerly White House correspondent for USA Today says it again:

“Over the past five months, the Republican presidential candidates participated in 13 debates where they fielded dozens of penetrating questions on every major issue facing the nation, and some not so major. [snip]

Yet, during all that time, the man they hope to defeat next November has rarely been asked by news reporters about many of these issues. [snip]

No questions on immigration, no questions on Iran or Iraq or Afghanistan or Israel or North Korea — global trouble spots the GOP candidates have been queried about repeatedly. Moreover, he was not asked about what spending cuts he would make to reduce the deficit, nothing about Medicare and Social Security reform or his health care law, all familiar questions for the Republicans seeking his job.

Obama’s ability to avoid tough questions, skate above the fray and look presidential while his potential successors appear to be futilely flailing is not by accident. It is by White House design, abetted by a press corps that seems content with being shut out by the president and being spoon-fed the message of the day, rather than clamoring for more chances to ask him questions during this critical time.”

As Benedetto points out, it has been Hillary Clinton who has spoken out regarding the potential fraud in Russian elections. The death of a North Korean parasite was left to Hillary to deal with. Hillary remains hard at work, Obama vacations.

As Bennedetto notes Obama has been silent on the Strait of Hormuz situation – perhaps he will say “pretty please” to the Iranian totalitarians. On Iran and Syria Obama has been silent yet he has found time to make “miss you” Love calls to Reggie.

Big Media still pines and shills for Obama, but Big Media is increasingly isolated. The dogs refuse to eat the dog food praised by Big Media. Meanwhile, young people have discovered their voice, their palate, and their empty wallets:

“In 2008, the youth vote helped sweep Barack Obama into office. Americans 18-29 spread the word on social media, energized fundraising and went to the polls.

In 2012, the youth vote is moving on and throwing those omnipresent “Hope” bumper stickers and t-shirts in garbage bins.

Not because of apathy. Not because another candidate generates more enthusiasm. Not because of his character. Not because they think voting is pointless. The 18-29 vote is up for grabs in 2012 because youth can’t afford cars to put bumper stickers on and those t-shirts are worn out from too many days sitting on the couch unemployed.

The sobering reality: just 55.3 percent of Americans between 16 and 29 have jobs. And earlier this year, Americans’ student loan debt surpassed credit card debt for the first time ever.”

Someone tell Claire McCaskill that young voters are not so hot for Obama now.



At every level Big Media had a rough year. It turned out that their idol is a kind of a White House recluse who moans for Reggie, not them. But all was not lost. Obama is still their most corrupt pet of all:

“For a few measly millions, Wall Street not only bought itself a president, but got the start-up firm of B. H. Obama & Co. LLC to throw a cabinet into the deal, too — on remarkably generous terms. President Obama, for a guy prone to delivering prim and smug little homilies denouncing greed, greed, greed — the only of the seven deadly sins that truly offends Democrats (though Mrs. Obama has done some desultory work on gluttony) — is strangely comfortable among the Gordon Gekkos of this world. Shall we have a partial roll call? Beat the drum slowly and call out the names: With unemployment still topping 9 percent, the catastatic world economy teetering on the brink of another, even larger financial catastrophe, and trillion-dollar U.S. deficits as far as the green-shaded eye can see, let’s hear it for Obama’s first National Economic Council director, Lawrence Summers (of hedge-fund giant D. E. Shaw and venture-capital firm Andreessen Horowitz), who has had some nice paydays courtesy of Lehman Bros., JPMorgan Chase, and Citigroup. Let’s hear it for Citigroup’s Michael Froman, deputy assistant to the president and deputy national-security adviser for international economic affairs, for Hartford Financial’s Neal Wolin, deputy Treasury secretary, for JPMorgan’s William Daley, Obama’s chief of staff, and for his predecessor, Rahm Emanuel of Wasserstein Perella. Let’s hear it for Fannie Mae’s Tom Donilon, national-security adviser. (No, seriously: One of the luminous interstellar geniuses who brought Fannie Mae to its current aphotic state of affairs, upside down to the tune of trillions of dollars, is running national security, and the former director of the White House Military Office, Louis Caldera, was on the board of IndyMac when it finally went toes up — sleep tight, America!) And, lest we forget, let’s have three big, sloppy cheers for economic-transition team leaders Robert Rubin (Goldman Sachs, Citigroup) and folksy tax enthusiast/ghoulish billionaire vulture Warren Buffett.

That’s a pretty fantastic lineup, from Wall Street’s point of view, but the real bonus turned out to be Treasury secretary Tim Geithner, who came up through the ranks as part of the bipartisan Robert Rubin–Hank Paulson–Citigroup–Goldman Sachs cabal. Geithner, a government-and-academe man from way back, never really worked on Wall Street, though he once was offered a gig as CEO of Citigroup, which apparently thought he did an outstanding job as chairman of the New York Fed, where one of his main tasks was regulating Citigroup — until it collapsed into the yawning suckhole of its own cavernous ineptitude, at which point Geithner’s main job became shoveling tens of billions of federal dollars into Citigroup, in an ingeniously structured investment that allowed the government to buy a 27 percent share in the bank, for which it paid more than the entire market value of the bank. If you can’t figure out why you’d pay 100-plus percent of a bank’s value for 27 percent of it, then you just don’t understand high finance or high politics.

But high finance is not the only corporate mystery to be unraveled here: President Obama’s repetitious denunciations of Big Oil have not stopped his man David Axelrod’s firm from setting up Astroturf campaigns on behalf of Exelon subsidiary ComEd, or stopped the president from appointing GE chief executive/tax-minimization engineer/offshoring guru/bailout baby Jeff Immelt to his risible White House jobs commission, or choosing former Kraft and Duke Energy board member Mary Schapiro to run the SEC.”

Yup, Exelon, again. Exelon of the radioactive leaks and the Obama lies. It’s too painful to quote any more from that article. Too painful on New Year’s Eve. Our earlier predictions hold: “elect a boob, expect boobery”. Elect the treacherous, expect treachery. Elect the selfish, expect selfishness. Elect the lazy, expect laziness.

But tonight, like a night at the theater, is a time to gaze at the stars of possibility and beauty. Ignore the broken shells and dirt at your feet. Lift a glass of cheer at midnight and drown out the night and bring on the light:

“So tonight we raise a glass full of good cheer and songs in praise of real hope for real change and unwavering love for the possibilities of tomorrow – and drink deep. We’ll think of those still with us, those in shadow, and those who one day we hope to see again.”



Happy New Year! Even if you have to fake it, Happy New Year! And it will be a happy new year – at least the last two months.

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