Or something like that. I took a couple of days to visit with my parents in their southern Florida home. It was worth
coming down here just to be the second-youngest person for miles around; I would be the youngest but my kid brother came along, too (it was his idea actually). My parents are just kvelling over having us here and I’ll say this much: Nice weather sure is… nice.
Even with all the electronica around I think it’s easier to ignore what’s going on in Washington from here, though not what’s going on on Wall Street — my dad is plugged in as long as “the mockit” is open. Well, and these days those two things are pretty firmly connected to each other.
I have to tell you, though, I was so inclined to like a lot about Barack Obama, all things considered. In a way, I wasn’t even too unhappy with this hard and radical shift rightward on a lot of national-security and secrecy type issues, which while they make great fodder for Instapundit (and appropriately so — meet the new boss, yada yada yada), also moved Obama more in my direction on most of those things. The fact that all this infuriates Obama’s “progressive” supporters makes it kind of fun, too. Why, they literally can’t win for winning!
And, the cynicism and hypocrisy of it all? Well, come on, folks! The only people shocked and surprised by that are the ones who not only thought Obama was the new JFK, but think that by virtue of his display of phenomenal cynicism and hypocrisy, he demonstrates that he isn’t the new JFK!
Come on, folks!
But I may just end up utterly unable to get past the “stimulus” bill. I thought this Obama was a fellow I would disagree with politically, and perhaps very fundamentally, and critically, but that he was someone I would be able to respect. And I am looking at this swollen, irresponsible, reckless “stimulus package” and I cannot believe that something so radically and obviously bad for the country is about to be rammed through Congress and begin the process of generating the largest, ugliest economic sucking sound in the history of Keynesianism.
Imagine an Administration that in two weeks manages to make the profligate fiscal irresponsibility of government during the Bush years look, well, bush league.
What a drag. And tomorrow afternoon I leave the palm trees behind, too, and play out the rest of winter in New York. It could be a longer, colder one than it even seemed.