Texas Textbooks Rewritten

My son and I usually take a walk after dinner. More often than not, we stop halfway at our local 7/11 for a snack. Yesterday, we happened to be following a man who also appeared to be heading that way. Arriving there, I stayed outside while my son went in. When he came back out, sucking on a Coke can, he told me what had transpired inside.

Apparently, the man we had been following came in to the 7/11 in search of Aleve. The Indians behind the counter were either indifferent, or they couldn’t understand what the man was saying. In short, the man’s inquiries were met with shrugs.

It was at this point that my son turned to the man and said, “My father’s outside. He has a doll with your name on it and he’s sticking pins in its head. For ten dollars I’ll go outside and tell him to stop.”

The Gulf oil spill represents a big headache for our president. He has gathered the sum total of his brain trust (‘global warming’ scientists, socialist academics, and ‘green’ technical experts) at the White House to solve the problem. They all shrug. Obama refuses to talk with Tony Heyward and others. He declines overseas offers of help in a rare display of patriotic pride. He does not attend Memorial Day services at Arlington Cemetery. He does attend a Paul McCarthy concert. In other words: fiddling while Rome burns.

At some point, an idea that might actually work (to halt the gusher) will breach the White House cordon. It will be an idea that originates from outside the box that defines the president’s ideological agenda. It may be something simple like prayer. Or, it might involve words that George W. Bush is known to have had trouble pronouncing.

Will this (our) president go for it? Unlikely. More like Carter’s 444 days and beyond. A presidency crashing like an oil-weary pelican; the 3-D media-sponsored illusion of governmental omnipotence shattered beyond redemption, to be swept under the proverbial rug until that time when Texas textbooks can be re-written once again.