Barack and Friends
In many ways, it must be very nice being Barack Obama. I’m not even referring to all the rounds of golf, where a 50-foot putt is regarded as a gimme; the basketball games, where the Secret Service makes damn sure nobody blocks him out on his way to the hoop; or even all the paid vacations to exotic locales.
I’m referring to all the things he does, knowing full well that the love-sappy Democrats will never get so upset that he need worry about receiving their financial support or their votes in 2012.
In many ways, it must be very nice being Barack Obama. I’m not even referring to all the rounds of golf, where a 50-foot putt is regarded as a gimme; the basketball games, where the Secret Service makes damn sure nobody blocks him out on his way to the hoop; or even all the paid vacations to exotic locales.
I’m referring to all the things he does, knowing full well that the love-sappy Democrats will never get so upset that he need worry about receiving their financial support or their votes in 2012.
As a result, it doesn’t matter if he continues renditions and the Patriot Act; keeps Gitmo open indefinitely; didn’t bother showing up to support the union thugs in Madison; went into Libya for no good reason, but simply because the U.N., not Congress, thought it was a swell idea; gave permission for a Brazilian oil company to drill off our coast, while, at the same time, denying permits to American firms.
Even though it doesn’t matter to left-wingers that Obama is doing everything he can to curtail us from drilling for oil and digging for coal, thus continuing our bondage to the Middle East, Russia, Mexico and Venezuela, he green lights a South American company in which a major stockholder just happens to be his old pal, George (“No job too dirty”) Soros.
Whenever I think about the scores of nefarious organizations that Soros has created and financed, I remind myself that he’s not getting any younger. But then I see this creep, this former collaborator with the Nazis, on TV and he doesn’t appear to be getting any older. It’s enough to make me wonder if along the way, Soros sold his soul, not only figuratively, but literally to the Devil.
What’s more, because most of his money comes to Soros through offshore accounts, he pays relatively little in income taxes. Still, upon hearing the recent news about General Electric, I wouldn’t be the least bit surprised if Soros starts whining to Obama about how unjustly he’s being treated by the IRS.
In case you missed hearing about it. It seems that in spite of G.E.‘s having had worldwide profits of $14.2 billion last year, $5.1 billion of which was made in the U.S., the company didn’t have to pay a nickel in corporate taxes.
The explanation for this financial miracle apparently involves innovative practices by G.E.’s accounting department, which, far more than the work done by scientists in its labs, manages to live up to the company slogan, “Imagination at work.”
It’s no wonder that CEO Jeff Immelt, who probably did as much as anyone to get Obama elected in 2008, will no doubt do more of the same in 2012.
In appreciation of his efforts, a grateful Obama appointed Immelt to head up the President’s Council on Jobs. Of course, in spite of the tens of millions of Americans still jobless, Immelt’s first order of business is ensuring that Obama keeps his. And with all that tax money that Immelt didn’t have to fork over to Uncle Sam, I’m sure he’ll be able to do his old pal a world of good.
Is it any wonder that Obama and Immelt have spent so much time hugging each other these past two years that even Michele has begun asking questions?
