No surprise that the president, in the wake of last week’s epic disaster in the Supreme Court, has come right out of the blocks to launch a pre-emptive strike on the Court.
“I’m confident that the Supreme Court will not take what would be an unprecedented, extraordinary step of overturning a law that was passed by a strong majority of a democratically elected Congress,” Obama said.
“I’m confident that this will be upheld because it should be upheld,” Obama said, describing the law as “constitutional.”
“A temporary majority that saw an opening and used every parliamentary trick, kickback and bribe in the book to sneak this one through,” is more like it, but let that pass for now. Obama’s remark is the kind of bullying tactic we’ve come to expect from him — the only way he knows how to react to any real or potential discomfiture.
And that’s because this is a man who has never heard the word “no.” All along his glide path to power, as he was handed off from one enabler to another, he’s been told he’s the kindest, bravest, warmest, most wonderful human being anyone has ever known, and he erupts in petulant frustration when reality intrudes upon his narcissistic fantasy.
But what do you expect from somebody who’s never faced real, concerted opposition unintimidated by the manufactured Obama “narrative”? Think of him as the Primo Carnera of politics who, after an early defeat by Bobby Rush, learned never again to accept a fight that wasn’t fixed by his handler, David Axelrod, who, oddly enough, used to work for the Chicago Tribune and maintains excellent relations with his former colleagues in the national press corps.
Obama’s only tough contest came in the 2008 primaries, when he ambushed the fat and complacent Clintons by rabbit-punching Hillary and hanging on in the face of her furious counter-attack to eke out a split-decision victory. Of the general election that year, the less said the better. As the gangster, Johnny Caspar, says in Miller’s Crossing, “If you can’t trust a fix, what can you trust?”
But there inevitably comes the time when the fix isn’t in, when the opponent didn’t get the memo to take the dive, or when the mob simply tires of a champion who’s outlived his usefulness and seeks another tomato can. And, as described by the late, great Bert Sugar, this is what happens:
If and when Obamacare goes down, it’s not going to be pretty.