I don’t care — and I suspect you don’t either — whose fault the government shutdown is. But boy. Amid all the theatrics and finger pointing, one thing is so, so very clear. The Master of the Shutdown, the head of the executive branch, the guy in charge of how it’s all being done (to us), Mr. Barry O himself, is one surprisingly small-minded, vindictive, nasty little S.O.B.
Among his orchestrations:
One disgusted park ranger told the Washington Times that he and his fellows were being ordered to make things as hard on people as possible.
No doubt Obama hopes the Republicans will be blamed for these many expensive stupidities and petty outrages. Hey, lesser pettiness during the last shutdown worked for Bill Clinton. But bless the b*****d, it’s his name that’s going to be deservedly immortalized in the word “barrycade.” (I don’t know who coined that term; but if you find out, buy the genius a beer.)
I think a lot of people will understand this exactly. I just wonder how many will get something much bigger: If a spiteful president can shut down the Amber Alert system, cut off sports broadcasts to military bases, and shut people out of their homes on federal land today, how are things going to be next time when the same man — or some even more decadent emperor — has the power and the people-hating pettiness to cut off emergency medical care or barrycade major transportation routes?