The hate mail is by now piled up to my knees.
Yet I don't take President Obama's "100-percenters" any more seriously than I did George W. Bush's. There is always, in every presidency, a small but certain contingent that lavishes praise on "their man" no matter the evidence, no matter the circumstances, no matter his conspicuous blunders. "He" must be defended at any cost, even that of Reason's.
For eight years we watched the little Bushies perform this asinine act: George was deceptively brilliant, George was immensely sure and strong, George was right about this and George was right about that; George was, in fact, right about everything. This, the Bushies persisted in screaming, even as the country was so vividly sliding into domestic muck and foreign mire. To suggest otherwise self-branded one as a traitor, a turncoat, a sellout--thus nearly everyone who knew better kept their cowardly mouths shut.
What might have saved George W. Bush's administration? A bit of intellectual honesty from his closest friends. He never got it.
I refuse to betray President Obama that way. He's bumbling badly and stumbling about at the moment, but he can recover. And, as a student of history, Obama knows that the very last thing he should want right now is--a pack of adulatory lies, from his closest betrayers.