Princess Neoterica on Rabinowitzin’

Rabinowitz suggests that Obama is forfeiting his moral standing with ordinary citizens (Americans, that is). We (sic) expect our president to defend and explain our country to the world; in failing to do so he has, in a sense, abdicated his role as the chief spokesman his voters. The danger, as Rabinowitz argues, is that ordinary Americans will become angered at what is perceived to be a betrayal of them. To paraphrase the Godfather, Part II (from which much wisdom can be extracted), presidents should not take take sides with any other nation, against their country . . . ever. It is perceived as unseemly, at the very least. We (sic) have seen this before from Obama – as he condescendingly described the gun and Bible clingers during the campaign. He is, he tells his posh friends, quite above that sort of thing and is intellectually sophisticated enough to explain what the little people are up to. His high-brow analysis of American faults does not stop at the water’s edge. Indeed, he fancies himself such a cosmopolitan that he believes he can bond with foreign leaders outside the confines of nationalism and thereby ”get along.” He takes no offense to (sic) the anti-American book Chavez gives him because he’s a reader — even Leftist vitriol can make it onto his nightstand. (Stop and think: if this had occurred before the election, could Obama have won?) It remains to be seen what lasting impact, if any, this trip will have. Is Obama smart enough to change course, as he did when a chorus of both supporters and critics told him to stop the gloom-and-doom routine about the economy? One (sic) hopes he will recognize that he is not simply [P]resident but our (sic) [P]resident — and begin to sound like this is a source of infinite pride.

As thee can probably work out for theeself, Mr. Bones, a good deal of the self-servicin’ brain disease of Rabinowitzers and Rupertoids and of the insolence of Commentariat and Weekly Standardisers, boils down to a blithe preëmptive unilateralism about other folks’ pronouns of the first person plural.

" 'Kindly allow me to know best' who US are," chirps the neoharpy.

Happy days.