In golf it’s called a mulligan…a do-over. President Obama needs to take a mulligan on his Presidency. Just one year later to the day, his presidency is in shambles. Most U.S. President’s have to wait until their second year, the mid-term elections, to get their “come-uppence.” With the election of right-wingnut Scott Brown to the U.S. Senate in the most liberal state in the country, Massachusetts, the President now stands naked, shorn of the glitter and hope that showered the country just one year ago. Maybe this is finally the change he can believe in. He’d better believe it. And start over. His legislative agenda has been shredded. Health care, his signature bill, is now illegible, the ink so smeared it will never be read again. Other initiatives like cap and trade…are capped and faded. What else has he done during his first year. A cute dog, a Nobel Prize. A surge of war in Afghanistan. Whew. Now is the time to admit, to submit, to sit down in the early morning light and make some hard admissions. In his State of the Union Message coming up soon, it’s time to ‘fess up, yo.” Number One: Roll some heads. Starting with Rahm Emanuel and Tim Geithner. Throw in Larry Summers. Bring in Howard Dean, a real Democrat to prod you in the cajones once in a while, remind you that reaching across the aisle will only get your hand bit off. That the Repooblicans’ scorched-earth strategy of opposing everything and anything, from Obama going to bed at night and waking in the morning, is real and effective. Obama needs to man-up. First thing to do, besides rolling some heads, move the Senate to eliminate the supermajority rule. The Consitution only requires a simple majority, 51 votes. In this blog for months I’ve been telling Obama to take the gloves off. Since it now looks as if he never even put those gloves on in the first place, it’s time to put them on, throw a few punches and then take’em off. Bare knuckles. He knows how that feels. Repoobs have been bare-knuckle-bloodying him since Jan. 20 of last year.
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