NYT's columnist Maureen Dowd - master of the poison pen almost always aimed to the right side of the political spectrum - has ripped into Obama over his acceptance speech. It is a primal leftist scream over the One's failure to meet his 2008 campaign promises, and his attempt to point the finger of blame elsewhere - and more specifically, at the left. It does make for quite the enjoyable read:
. . . In his renomination acceptance speech here on Thursday night, [Obama] told us that America’s problems were tougher to solve than he had originally thought.
And that’s why he has kindly agreed to give us more time.
Because, after all, it’s our fault.
“So you see, the election four years ago wasn’t about me,” President Obama explained. “It was about you. My fellow citizens, you were the change.”
We were the change!
We were the change? Us?
How on earth could we have let so much of what we fought for slip away? How did we allow Mitch McConnell, Karl Rove, the super PACs, the Tea Party, the lobbyists and the special interests take away our voice?
“Only you can make sure that doesn’t happen,” the president chastised us. “Only you have the power to move us forward.”
We’re so lame. We were naïve, brimming with confidence that we could slow the rise of the oceans, heal the planet, fix the cracks in the Capitol dome.
We never should have let the Congressional Democrats run wild with their stimulus spending on pork that didn’t even create the right kinds of jobs. . . .
It’s depressing to look back and remember what soaring hopes we had for ourselves only four years ago. Did we overdo it with the Greek columns? Sheesh, a million people showed up for our inauguration. Now we brag when we break 10,000.
What a drag to realize that Hillary was right: big rallies and pretty words don’t always get you where you want to go. Who knew that Eric Cantor wouldn’t instantly swoon at the sound of our voice or the sight of our smile?
Our forbearing leader didn’t pander to us with that standard breakup line: “It’s not you, it’s me.”
He gave it to us straight: It’s not me, it’s you.
. . .
Maybe we relied too much on Valerie Jarrett, a k a the Night Stalker and Keeper of the Essence. She says people should woo us. But could it be that we need to woo them as well?
How could we have let the storybook president lose his narrative?
How could we keep failing to explain what changes we have gotten through? Why is salesmanship so beneath us? . . .
We are grateful to the president for deigning to point out our flaws and giving us another chance.
“I’m the president,” he intoned.
But We, the People, must do the work.
The buck stops with us.
To paraphrase Dracula, "the children of the left, what sweet music they make." Do read her whole column.