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This, after all, was a rare example of a President with his back against the wall. Or was it? After the first debate, there was a strong undertow of liberal-conspiracy chatter. Only, this time it wasn't Glenn Beck yakking it up, but the liberals themselves. Far from simply auditioning for a re-make of Things To Do In Denver When You're Dead, the theory went that the President was cannily under-selling himself in Colorado, so that he could explode into his big moment like a man hoarding his orgasm for when his partner's at her (or his?) most mind-blowing.
This sort of crackpot speculation is exactly why people have found themselves so disappointed with Obama. The people who voted for him in 2008 and expected him to govern America like Michael J Fox, instead of like what he is: a Harvard-educated, career-obsessed lawyer as prone to the ebb and flow of a hundred different lobbies or political prangs as any Prez before him. These people are, in many ways, his real enemies. The overillusioned disillusioned. The sort of people who think that them recycling is ever going to make a flying fuck of a difference to a future world in which two billion Chinese will have cars. If the first rule of acting is don't work with animals and children, the first rule of politics should be don't court greens and college kids.
But indisputably, Barack was back. They'd lowered his meds, and his pupils were starting to dilate again. He even managed the world's cheapest, slyest Mormon crack. No politician ever praised his opponent except to damn him, and so it was that Barry found himself opening up with “I believe Mitt Romney's a good man. Loves his family, cares about his faith.”
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