Is it time yet to call Obama’s presidency a complete disaster? And by “disaster”, I don’t mean in the sense of accomplishing stuff, which for Obama’s agenda would be a disaster, but rather in the sense of “complete display of incompetence and utter failure on his own terms”? I say, doggonit, there’s reason to hope.

From where I stand, not only is Obama not getting stuff done, he’s bungling everything he touches and looking like a complete fucking buffoon at the same time. He’s like a clown juggling live jellyfish. And nothing could make me happier.

If you ignore minor details like your own physical safety, whether your money can still be exchanged for products and services next year, and whether lines for stuff will get so long you’ll have to ask somebody, “Excuse me, sir, is this the line for the toilet paper or the amputations? I was just waiting at the Bureau of Laceration Administration and I’ll be damned if I have to wait as long to get this thing chopped off,” then yes, if you ignore all this, there’s actually reason to hope. I’m hoping for three more years of a lame duck presidency, how about you?

Granted, I’m extra hopeful now after that unprofessional (let alone unpresidential) attempt the other night to conversationally smooth over all the blunders and nonaccomplishments of his first year in office. With that kind of performance, I wouldn’t vote for that guy as president of a high school. But it reminded me of something. Somewhere along the way these last few years, while listening to this guy spout his trademark combination of all-things-to-all-people imagery and explicit socialistic fairy tales, I became of the opinion that there was something under the hood of this guy. In a sense, maybe I was duped like the true believers.

Everything I’m seeing lately, though, reminds me of Obama’s now-classic 2004 Democratic National Convention speech, which was the equivalent of a newborn baby with fangs and no eye sockets. Let’s just say you needed to have a preternatural attachment with the Democratic party to call this thing beautiful. (I say all this from the perspective of someone who thinks a politician’s speech ought to contain content.) It’s amusing to watch that speech, one that was hailed by liberals everywhere, just to remember what a hollow shell this fucking stooge really is.

Which brings me to today’s good news. The 9/11 hijacker trial is turning into Barack Obama’s garbage barge. Like an airplane flying over and away from the Statue of Liberty, the Obama administration is retreating from holding the Khalid Shaikh Mohammed trial in Manhattan. Finally, that irritatingly overused phrase, “out of touch with America” actually holds some meaning. Because Obama honestly thought that New Yorkers would like this idea! Ha!!! What an absolutely classic blunderfuck this is turning out to be. A complete embarrassment for this clown.  In the words synonymous with the one-time Senator’s hometown’s greatest fast food creation: I’m lovin’ it.*

* And yes, that a crack against thick-crust pizza.