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Yesterday, after meeting with the Attorney General to confirm his biases and uninformed opinions, President Obama finalized plans for a series of executive initiatives which he hopes will make people think he’s still relevant when it comes to the subject of gun control.

I won’t enumerate or discuss them here, because better writers and thinkers than me have already done so.

What I do want to point out is just how ineffectual this president is, and to be honest, always has been, no matter the subject.

Obama came into office with a majority in the House of Representatives and a super-majority in the Senate.  He and his party wielded that powerful tool until after the 2010 mid-term elections.  They accomplished exactly one significant thing with it – Obamacare.  That one, singular sensation was so odious that it had to be packed with carve-outs, bribes, and favors to get even the Democrats to vote for it.  It is such a bad law that the President has had to delay its full implementation on multiple occasions, and it is currently in danger of imploding under its own weight.

Other than that, President Obama has accomplished, well, not much.

We have the Iran nuclear deal, which is off to a resoundingly bad start as Iran tests missiles, sometimes less than two kilometers from our ships.  But, hey, the Iranians turned over the nuclear material we knew about to the Russians, who we all know can be trusted.

Speaking of Russia, how’s the President’s policy toward them working out?  Well, if we’re being brutally honest, it’s not.  A big chunk of Czechoslovakia Ukraine lies under Putin’s heel, and our NATO allies are more likely to work with Russia in Syria than they are to work with us.

Speaking of Syria, the President has made so many red lines, then scribbled them out, that the country must look like it lost a Sharpie fight with Jackie Chan.  At the moment, the best that we can hope for is that the stable dictator is able to hold onto power so that the unstable horde doesn’t get its hands on the entire country.  In the meantime, the most the President can do is have our pilots wave from 35,000 feet as they pass overhead while our Kurdish allies fight to hold what they’ve got.

Back on the domestic front, the President has focused his attention on gun control, but seems to be prescient enough to realize that he’s powerless to influence the direction of the country in that particular situation.  That is, of course, unless you realize that every time he opens his noise hole, every company, craftsman, and merchant involved in the legal gun trade gets trampled by their customers buying every gun and bullet they can.  Seriously, I know more people who went from neutrality on guns to “DB, what’s the best AR-15 under $1000, and where’s the best place to buy cheap ammo?” than I ever thought possible.

While we’re on that subject, I’d like to thank the President for swelling the ranks of the National Rifle Association, the Second Amendment Foundation, and the myriad other gun rights organizations across the country.  We couldn’t have done it without you, big guy.  It is my sincere hope that after you leave office, somebody thinks to send you a ball cap or something for your efforts.  Now that I think about it, the NRA ought to start a new prize, named for the President, which recognizes the person who does the most to grow the NRA and get people into the gun stores and shooting ranges.

So, here we are, with the lamest duck I’ve ever seen.  His super-majority in Congress is a distant memory, and the best he can do now is t say “While I’m President, try to do what the law has told you to do since before I rolled my first joint.”  But, remember folks, he’s the most powerful man in in the world, and quite possibly the smartest.  Just ask him and his dwindling crowds of adoring fans.

I’ve always wondered what it would look like if this country didn’t have leadership or even management at the top.  Looks like I’m about to find out.

Your Daily Snark

Cynical Musings

  • Figuring out how much money you want to donate to the Red Cross so that the desired amount gets to the people in need is a lot like figuring out how long to sentence someone to prison so that they actually serve the desired number of years.

    “Well, you want them to serve 10 years, so you have to factor in “Be good” time, “Took an art class” time, “Finally got their GED” time, and “We just take time off to save money” time, so you’ll have to sentence them to 25 years.”

    “Well, you want $100 to get to the people in need, so you have to factor in the administrative costs, fundraising costs, travel to luxurious conference locations costs, princely salaries for the people at the top of the organization costs, and of course, “we just lost track of that” costs, so you’ll have to donate $250.”

  • Oh, no, don’t broadcast the games being played by teams who have a credible shot at getting into the playoffs.  Let’s watch teams that gave up a month ago.  Or, you know, games between historical rivals that are always interesting to watch.  No, really, it’s cool, I’ll just sit here and watch the guys who are making mid-winter vacation plans during half-time.  Or not.
  • I’m sure all the liberal arts colleges that are sending multiple, colorful, and thick ‘invitations’ to Girlie Bear are reaching out to her out of a hope that they can contribute to her education and future earning potential.
  • If you don’t like that the new neighbor tore down the eyesore next to his house and is putting up a large barn / workshop, then maybe you should have bought the land when it sat on the market for three years.
  • This afternoon, I stood in front of a tee-shirt shop, listening to Jody Watley and Biz Markey, waiting on a teenage girl to make up her mind.  Is this 1989 or 2016?

Today’s Earworm

Today’s Earworm

Musings

  • Today was a good day.  I slept in, had a wonderful homemade breakfast, drank beer, watched football, ate chili with good friends, and showed someone how to field strip and reassemble an AR-15.
  • You know how when you finish a drive at night and relax when you get to the end of your driveway?  Yeah, that feeling disappeared when Moonshine decided to go for a jog in the pitch dark.
    • Nothing like trying to find a black dog on a dark street.
  • We relented to the “No Video Games” rule for Boo this weekend and let him play Wii for about an hour.  I played a bit too, and I discovered something that surprised me.  I put a “Call of Duty” game in after he went to bed, and played for a while.  It bored me.  Like “Eh, let’s play Sports Resort and pop balloons from a bi-plane” bored.
  • There are few things cuter and more appealing than an 8 week old Golden Retriever.
    • I had to give the rest of the family “The Look” when we snuggled the puppy.  We are officially full.
    • Yes, Boo got a pat down before getting into the car.  Why do you ask?

Today’s Earworm

Dear Tournament of Roses Parade organizers –

 

This is marching band music.  Please ease off on the Muzak and show tunes.

Sincerely,

Daddy J. Bear

Today’s Earworm

Dear Tournament of Roses Parade organizers –

 

This is marching band music.  Please ease off on the Muzak and show tunes.

Sincerely,

Daddy J. Bear

Snippet

Here’s another bit from a short story in the upcoming collection.


December 31, 11:55 PM Eastern
Louisville, Kentucky

Jeanine stirred the coals with a poker, then put a large log into the fireplace. Behind her, she could hear Jim switching the television back and forth between New Year’s Eve programs. One showed one of the latest pop tarts squeaking her way through a forty-year-old folk song, while the other had a band, which was old enough to have played that song at their first rehearsal, grinding their way through a big band tune. Neither seemed to be keeping her husband’s interest.

As she turned back toward the family room, he settled on one of the news stations. It showed a long pan of Times Square, which would normally have been wall to wall with revelers braving the cold to ring in the New Year. Tonight, however, only the stage had a crowd around it, and even that was sparse. When the camera panned around the brightly-lit square, Jeanine saw two lines of police in armor and helmets, as well as several dark-painted armored cars, arrayed around the crowd.

“Think something will happen?” she asked as she sat down in her chair and picked up her drink. On the TV screen, a police helicopter flew noisily over the top of the stage. The singer did not miss a beat, however, and continued to hop around and mouth the words to her song.

Jim shrugged. He had been quiet all evening, yet seemed restless as he played cards with Jordan before putting him to bed.

“Don’t know,” he said, ice ringing against the side of the glass as he lifted his bourbon from the table, “Wouldn’t surprise me.”

His wife reached over and caressed his shoulder. “What’s wrong?” she asked.

“Went by the recruiter’s office yesterday,” he replied.

What?” Jeanine sputtered.

“We’ve talked about this,” Jim said, “I’ve been thinking of joining the Guard for a while, and you said it sounded like a good idea.”

“So you’re joining the National Guard?” she answered.

“No, I was talking to the active duty recruiter,” he replied, finally taking his eyes off the TV and facing his wife.

You what!” she exclaimed.

Jim shrugged. “I wasn’t going to sign up without talking to you,” he said, “I just wanted to see what I could do.”

“And?” she demanded.

“There’s not much need for a middle-aged fobbit,” he replied, “Even when I showed them my DD-214 and degree, they didn’t have anything for me.”

Jeanine relaxed a bit. She had tried to read Jim’s discharge papers, and the laundry list of assignments and training had made her eyes cross. If the recruiter had turned him down with all that, then he would not be going anywhere.

“Honey, I know you want to do something…” she said.

“Other than sitting here on my ass and pushing electrons around at work?” he said darkly as the image on the TV changed to the crystal ball at the top of a tower in Times Square.

“Baby, we need you here,” she said, “I need you.”

“Line was out the door,” Jim said, looking down at his tumbler, “Everything from high school kids to a couple of Vietnam pilots trying to sign up. Recruiter said it had been like that for days, and even the ones they can take are on a waiting list.”

Jeanine sat silent for a moment as the brightly-lit ball on the TV screen started its descent.

“What are you going to do?” she asked quietly.

“I’ll figure something out,” Jim replied as the crowd on the TV counted backward to zero.

Jeanine got up from her chair and sat down on her husband’s lap. Putting her arms around his neck, she held his head close to her and kissed him tenderly.

“Happy New Year, sweetheart,” she said, “and thank you for being here for us.”

Today’s Earworm