Come On Back Harry

This implosion is such entertainment. It really is. If only we could savor it.

Andrew Malcolm writes in the LA Times, "But now that the sun has risen on the 386th day of the Obama White House, many political observers are coming to see that the ex-state senator from the South Side is running his federal administration in Washington much the way they run things back home: with a small....
...claque of clout-laden people from the same school who learned their political trade back in the nation's No. 3 city, named for an Indian word for a smelly wild onion."

This - the Chicago machine personified in Obama - is part of the story, something most of us had expected from day one, or before. It’s interesting background and explains day-to-day operations in the WH. But it’s not central to BO’s demise. That would be the disconnect, which in turn is to be understood when one understands that special kind of human being - the self-anointed.

BO’s nothing new in this regard. These types have been around in one form or another for years, glaringly so since WWII. Take the State Dept. It is thoroughly infested with Obama types. And was. Truman had a fit. From McCullough, "To Truman, the State Dept was ‘a peculiar organization, made up principally of extremely bright people who made tremendous college marks but who have very little association with actual people down on the ground.’ They were ‘clannish and snooty,’ he thought and he often felt like, ‘firing the whole bunch.’"

Come on back Harry.

Robert Craven