Pitt Again Despairs Over "Pan-Dimensional" Chess Genius
So This Is Despair
[So this is inconsistency.]
It is difficult to describe this emotion. I’m used to disappointment, fairly comfortable with heartbreak, and am well acquainted with rage. Over the course of my lifetime, my presidents have been Nixon, Ford, Carter, Reagan, Bush, Clinton, Bush, and now Obama…and each, in his own way, has been worse than the last.
[It would make the Baby Jesus CRY.]
How can I say that? Easy. The problems of Nixon are still with us, and have grown worse by orders of magnitude through each successive administration. Certain presidents have exacerbated the situation beyond their expected purview, but generally speaking, each one has adopted the worst ideas of his predecessor, and in nearly every instance, has made those problems worse.
But this…this is too much.
[Stand by as Pitt tosses the Pan Dimensional Chess Genius of only a little over a week ago under the bus.]
The timeline as I understand it: the far-right GOP caucus in the House decided to use the debt limit as a hostage to fortune in their decades-long quest to eliminate Social Security and Medicare. The current Democratic president saw this, and in a pure anti-Lakoffian flail that explains everything you need to know about the man, accepted the deranged premise put before him and went to work on the annihilation of the social safety net…but with the proviso that we find some new tax revenues by closing some loopholes…maybe…please?
["It's all 20-dimension chess-jitsu, we mortals cannot understand the straturgery here. The kimono is lifted, ever so slightly, only to reveal an enigma, wrapped in a mystery, inside a ham sandwich, with cheese, AND IT IS KOSHER! And then just when it seems like defeat is in the shoes, the camel pokes it's nose inside the tent and sneezes. See? Camel Snot! King me!"]
Not good enough. House Speaker Boehner walked away from the debt-limit talks, not once but twice, because he can’t control his caucus and because he had this Democratic president right where he wanted him. The president blew up – in as much as “No Drama” Obama ever blows up – and wondered what is needed for the GOP to say “Yes” to anything. Read between the lines of that presser, and you get this: “I tried to give them Social Security. I tried to give them Medicare and Medicaid. I gave those things willingly, despite cries of outrage from my ungrateful, foolish, obnoxious left flank, and asked only for a pittance in tax revenues in exchange. Shame on the GOP for not rampaging these social programs when I offered them the chance to do so.”
[Have no fear, Will. It is Obama working those pan-dimensional chess moves which are much too subtle for you to ever understand.]
Web forums all across the Democratic Party spectrum celebrated the president’s resolve. He showed them, didn’t he?
[And Pitt was at the forefront of celebrating the absolute genius of the pan-dimensional chess player.]
Well…wait. I saw a president in a state of high piss-off because he tried to give away Social Security and Medicare, but couldn’t convince the far right to take the proffered opportunity. They’ve been trying to do this very thing for three generations, and here is Obama practically sweating bullets in his desire to give them the victory they have pined for since Goldwater was in short pants. Sure, it’s proof that Boehner is at the mercy of the Tea Party freshmen in his caucus, but in which universe is this called victory? This Democratic president was angry because he was being denied the opportunity to preside over an historic roll-back of the New Deal?
[Poor Baby Jesus.]
Oh, but we weren’t done yet. The “Grand Bargain” was still in the offing, now splintered into two or three or twelve different iterations, but all ultimately coming down to the same thing: trillions in cuts for the most vulnerable Americans, no new tax revenues from the rich or anyone else, and the bonus prize sought most passionately by the Democrats was the chance to kick this whole fight down the road to 2013, so none of these failures would be forced to address the question before their next all-important election cycle.
[Meanwhile Pitt is only beginning to work up The "Grand Bloviation."]
Sell out Social Security, Medicare and Medicaid for a chance at an easier ride at the ballot? Where do I sign?
[On the same bill of goods that Jason Leopold so easily sold you about the Karl Rove indictment.]
The Bush-era tax cuts for rich people appear nowhere in the discussion, despite the fact that eliminating them would go most of the way towards resolving this “crisis.” We are still fighting three wars, and the “defense” budget remains largely untouchable. I have not heard an American politician talk about jobs in over a year, even though a robust jobs program would add revenue to the budget hand over fist.
[You mean the Bush-era tax cuts that the Bamster EXTENDED a few months ago?]
A great many people who should know better continue to look at this situation as if Mr. Obama has some fantastic rabbit he…is…just…waiting to pull out of a hat, thus foiling the GOP and securing our future forever. For a brief moment a couple of weeks ago, I shared that optimism, but the last several days have slapped me soundly out of that fugue state.
[Yes, we CHRONICLED your ridiculous "The Chessmaster Cometh? in the DUmmie FUnnies with the full knowledge that you would soon be eating crow AGAIN.]
I see a president on his knees, hands outstretched, offering the best ideas and policies liberal governance has ever devised up to the voracious carnivore of GOP opportunism. I see the end of the New Deal, and a far crueler America emerging from the aftermath. I see a Democratic president voiding his bladder on all that he is supposed to uphold.
[I see a Democratic president going pee-pee on Mr. P.]
Mr. Obama got on those knees again Monday night, on national television no less, and once again begged the GOP to devour Social Security and Medicare. He gobbled up the flawed, flayed premise of the far-right's deranged argument, again, and pleaded for the chance to give away the core of what he was elected to defend.
[It is all part of a brilliant plan whose subtle pan-dimensional chess moves you just can't appreciate.]
I thought I was done being ashamed of my president.
[I thought you were done humiliating yourself in public.]
I was wrong.
[So was I. And now the DUmmie reaction to yet ANOTHER complete change in course by the Pittster...]
But, PorSense, that's not in the plan he supports. The Reid plan doesn't deal with the Bush tax cuts and the defense cuts are for winding down the wars, something already in the works.
[That was Mama Raven leaping to the defense of her darling SUnny Boy from a bit of DUmmie critism.]
And the Reid plan doesn't touch Social Security and Medicare (much to our "despair"?)
[Replied the DUmmie to Mama Raven.]
That's correct but why did Obama bring it up again last night when it's not in the reid plan? He's got me totally confused.
[I'm totally confused by Mama Raven defending darling SUnny Boy to the extent of greenlighting his Trust Fund Baby payments.]
He shouldn't have? Aren't they still negotiating? Still, what's wrong with continuing to make the case to the American people? I suspect members of Congress are going to hear from their constituents about cutting the defense budget and eliminating tax loopholes for the wealth.
Do you support putting SS and M/M back on the table ?
[Quote the Raven, Evermore!]
That's the simple, bottom line question which shuts Pro Sense up. It tells us everything we need to know about Pro Sense, doesn't it? It's been 3 hours since you asked the question. You stopped him dead in his tracks, Raven!
I noticed. How disappointing. I was hoping to have a fair exchange with ProSense. I was surprised that there was no response.
[Hey, Mama Raven! How about if you get SUnny Boy for a response on the topic of why he perpetrated the Karl Rove indictment HOAX?]
"You stopped him dead in his tracks, Raven!" My mom's got skillz.
[Yup, Pitt. Your Mom got skillz in whipping out the checkbook to bail you out of trouble when giggling schoolgirls grow up to be angry liberal feminists with inconvenient memories.]
I think Will's Faux-watch day did something really horrible to his brain.
[Yeah, his judgement skills just aren't up to what they were when Jason Leopold hypnotized him with the Karl Rove indictment fairy tale.]
[Uh-Oh! Another angry outburst from Pitt. Careful Will or you will end up threatening to beat up another homeless woman.]
Bravo, Will! You nailed it. Of course, the knee-jerk Obama defenders will come out swinging, but the fact is, my friend, you nailed it.
[He banked it just like Will did with predicting the MA senate election last year.]
He bet on a hand that hadn't even been played yet
and told them what and who had which cards.
[That's because Obama doesn't play poker. His game is pan-dimensional chess.]
He HAS great cards. he SHOULD call the Republican Bluff, and RAISE with an expansion of Medicare (Raise the Cap), but he refuses to play these cards. He is going to fold a Straight Flush to the Republican's empty hand.
[Obama worship flushed straight down the toilet.]
Heartbreaking. I am so used to being a loyal Democrat and I
have been hoping to see that rabbit. I began to despair when he put SS and Medicare/Medicaid on the table and took the Bush tax cuts off. Even today I'm praying for that rabbit.
[Elmer FUdd hoping to see that Wascally Wabbit.]
That is it. You've got it. 100% right. I assume you are walking back your apology now. I recall a post from you a couple of weeks back apologizing to the president for foolishly believing he was doing anything OTHER than playing nth dimensional chess. I assume you now see that it is an entirely different game that he is playing --hide the salami.
[Give Pitt less than 24 business hours and he will be apologizing AGAIN for daring to cast aspersions upon the genius of The One.]
I'm waiting for the magic rabbit too Will, but I'm afraid it's going to be a rat. A BIG F*CKING RAT!
[Washington is chock full of RATS. One is sitting in the Oval Office.]
Thank you WilliamPitt
[For providing the DUFUs with yet another comedy gold U-turn.]
I take it you won't be apologizing to Obama again.
[Give Will a few minutes and it will happen AGAIN.]
So much for pan-dimensional chess.
[Promulgated with such confidence by Pitt only days ago.]
[That HAS to be a LFT.]
Please consider not reversing yourself so quickly this time: Unless I'm missing something, it seems I owe the president an apology. I'd still like to know what caused that change in the first place.
[The passage of minutes.]
[Which dissipated in minutes as usual, Will.]
I Feel ya Will.... not easy these days to put on a smile
[Actually it is quite easy these days to smile...and laugh due to all the contradictory course corrections performed by Will.]