Newsweek's one dollar story:
The presidency has grown, and grown and grown, into the most powerful, most impossible job in the world.
In 1936 Franklin Roosevelt felt overwhelmed. The New Deal had begun to spawn dozens of new agencies, and Roosevelt, fearful of the fragmentation of the executive branch, asked for help. The Brownlow Committee, an independent panel tasked with finding a new model of White House management, proposed offering the president some personal staff. "They would remain in the background, issue no orders, make no decisions, emit no public statements," the committee explained in a report responding to public skepticism about growing the size of government. Over the next two years, Roosevelt recruited six trusted aides.
What a bunch of silly women! (Apologies to REAL women)Nowadays, six aides is roughly the number Barack Obama has to handle incoming mail--a small fraction of the 469 employees who work in the White House Office and councils for domestic and economic policy, the core staff of the presidency. Other officials include an ethics adviser, a special assistant for "mobility and opportunity policy," a director of African-American media, and a special assistant for financial markets, to name just a few. Days in the West Wing are a constant, head-spinning oscillation between dozens of domestic, foreign-policy, and political eruptions and concerns.
FDR...OVERWHELMED? Maybe we should ask Yamamoto if he thinks FDR was overwhelmed. Or Nagumo. Or Hitler.
But poor Barry because if the ONE cannot do the job he campaigned two years to get, then no one can, eh?
If progressive ideas are lost on Americans they must be too stupid, too fearful or the explanation lacking.
But Barry is still SPECIAL, as are all the children, and Barry deserves an award for being Barry. Oh, he already has a Nobel for being Barry. Sorry.
Look Newsweek, forget your vagina and GROW UP.
There is no alternative but to DO THE JOB. If he can't do I gurantee you -
SOMEONE CAN.
Maybe even some hick basketball player from Alaska.
Or a retired history teacher from Georgia.
If a failed men's clothier, a bankrupt drunk charcoal seller ...from a wheelbarrow walking around town, and a backwoods adventurer can do the job, whining about Barry's FORETOLD LACK OF QUALIFICATIONS - IGNORED because of the distaste with a former occupant (who sure doesn't do badly by comparison today) make your publication sound like $1 apologists.
Oh, wait...
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