Politicians are known the world over for racing from one position over to another with blinding speed, but it is a rare bird indeed who can go from Hope to Petulance in such record time. In a speech to the annual Awards Dinner of the Congressional Black Caucus, President Hopey Changey's message to African Americans was the kind normally reserved for ill-mannered children. To a community whose unemployment rate stands at a 27-year high of 16.7% the President said, "Stop complainin'. Stop grumblin'. Stop cryin'. We are going to press on. We have work to do." Work to do? What work? He's stifled job creation with suffocating regulations and incessant threats of tax increases on job creators, and then admonishes people to get to work? "It gets folks discouraged. I know. I listen to some of y'all," he said. Well isn't that special? He actually listens to some of his constituents. How deferential! How magnanimous! How empathetic that from time to time he actually bends the royal ear toward "some of y'all." And, just in case his audience didn't understand how truly empathetic he is, he actually said, "Take off your bedroom slippers. Put on your marching shoes," adding, "The future rewards those who press on." Press on toward what? A 20% unemployment rate, Mr. President? Because that's the trend line of your policies.
Taking care, however, not to lose the common touch and to share his own sufferings with the gathering, the President added, "I don't have time to feel sorry for myself. I don't have time to complain. I'm going to press on." How's that for a disarming touch of honesty? Of course there's no time left to feel sorry for oneself when there are so many holes of golf left unplayed, so many hoops left untouched, so many His and Her's jet trips to Martha's Vineyard to make, and who knows how many more vacation days to be packed into His Majest…er, I mean the President's schedule.
Congresswoman Maxine Waters labeled the President's speech, "a bit curious," adding that he didn't use such blunt language when speaking to other minority groups. In reality, there's nothing curious about it, though there is much that is appalling. "Stop complainin'. Stop grumblin'. Stop cryin'," translates simply into "Get back on the liberal plantation where you belong. Know your place."