The New Malaise

Obama's aura is no longer adored.

He's become a ghoulish specter, an incarnation of dread that haunts our prospects for progress, infects our anxiety when we balance our checkbooks, clouds our ideal of the future.

After 9 months in office, all he's accomplished is pain ... or ... as my friend Amusing Bunni commented here the other day ... he's "destroyed the economy, sucked up to our terrorist enemies, demoralized the CIA and the military, sent us marching towards Marxism faster than shit through a goose."

He's not the anti-Christ, as some have posited.

He's the antithesis of everything that America stands for: freedom, rugged individualism, (genuine, not his fake and condescending) optimism, truth, compassion, and the unquenchable pursuit of liberty.

His spray-on luster has worn off to reveal at the core what he really is: the quintessential anti-American.

And even liberals don't want to say his name:

Interestingly, there's this eerie silence about Obama. You don't hear a peep about him. Of course, liberals are still foaming at the mouth about Sarah Palin, tea baggers, birthers, and all things conservative.

But adulation for Obama: Missing in Action. A telling sign: the life-sized black and white cardboard doll of Obama in a storefront near my office has been taken down. Where did it go -- to the local recycling center with other discarded Obamabilia?

Jimmy Carter must be breathing quite a few sighs of relief, in between shucking peanuts with his two front teeth down there in Plains, Georgia (where, incidentally, the Cracker Barrel serves food that makes shoe leather taste appealing -- coincidence of proximity to extreme awfulness, perhaps?):

In a few years, we'll forget all about his malaise and recognize a new Democrat as the worst president in modern times, perhaps the worst president of all times.

In that case, at least one American will have realized the promise of hope and change.