Peggy Noonan - Obama Needs a Reality Assistant, But It's Not His Fault [Journolist]

While you ate turkey yesterday, America’s retired speechwriter tidied up her jottings and submitted them to the Wall Street Journal in fulfillment of her contract. And now Peggy Noonan can sit back and see how the commoners react to her continued irrelevance and sappy handed scrawl.

Peggy Noonan worked in the crucible at 1600 Penn in the Reagan administration and sat in the round where many other young, intelligent and overly eager speechwriters have sat - in a set of offices where the clock’s always the enemy and the coffee’s served in perpetuity. A place where you better be on your game and know how to jump, and not be adverse to hoops, because the White House’s operational structure is rife with jump callers and hoops.

While Noonan wrote good presidential script leveled in strong words, empathy and good ole Reagan charm, she was remunerated in kind for talking the talk and writing it down. In the years to follow though, Noonan has been a sort of preachy schoolmarm of bilateral politics; all over the board politically and yet static in her schoolmarm role.

While I’m writing this, I’m listening to Vivaldi’s Gloria from the motion picture sound track Shine, I only listen to this when I am in a good mood. Yet, some things need to be said despite being in a good mood and despite Vivaldi’s musical transcendence.

In her latest WSJ column titled, ‘The Special Assistant for Reality’ Noonan immediately begins to make excuses for President Obama.

This is accomplished by detailing how the modern day American President resides in a bubble of security and advisors which places the poor old American President in the most untenable of positions, not being able to understand what is really going on outside of the white house.

In the present day of 24 hour news cycles, new media and instant polls, the president unable to determine what’s going on outside of the white house is a tough pill to swallow indeed.

Despite the communication efficiencies of the present age, Noonan writes in terms of the occupant of the oval office as a victim unable, for some unknown reason, to exercise sound judgment.

Per Noonan: Presidents always get to the point where they want to escape Washington, and their lives, and their jobs. But they never can. Because when you're president and you go to Indiana, you take the bubble with you. Your bubble meets Indiana; your bubble witnesses Indianans. But you don't get out of the bubble in Indiana. Once you're in the bubble—once you're in the midst of a huge apparatus, once you have the cars and the aides and the security and the staffers—there is no getting out of it.

You cannot shake the bubble. Wherever you go, there it is. And the worst part is that the army of staff, security and aides that exists to be a barrier between a president and danger, or a president and inconvenience, winds up being a barrier between a president and reality. You lose touch with America and Americans in the bubble, no matter who you are, or what party. This accounts for some of the spectacular blunders presidents make.

Noonan of course needs the above preamble before segueing into just how out of touch she now sees President Obama in terms of the country’s outrage over the TSA imbroglio. Writing in generalities before launching into the clear deficiencies of Mr. Obama, has become a staple of those in the mainstream media, especially for those feigned conservatives who promoted Obama like Noonan. I suspect they view this as a veneer of cover so as to not upset the mainstream gentry.

For after all, every good fourth estate mainstreamer knows they can’t cut to the chase when speaking ill of Obama. Such would be um, what is the word I’m looking for? Got it! Such would be heresy. And every mainstreamer knows, mainstreamer heresy isn’t a temporal type of sin for it could be mortal to one’s career.

So here we are a day after thanksgiving with a president whose popularity is at 39 percent, a country slammed with regulations, pending taxes, trillion dollar fiscal deficits and a vitriolic president who Noonan suggests needs a sort of reality informant; one to preside between Obama the ruler and we the ruled.

In 1996, Robert Bork wrote a book titled, ‘Slouching Toward Gomorrah: Modern Liberalism and American Decline.’

In 2010 Peggy Noonan writes of a liberal President who needs to be told the ills of a government that molests airline passengers.

I’m going to be turning up Vivaldi real loud now and try not to think for a while.

posted by Open Blogger at 04:29 PM

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