Poor Obama. He finally locates a little testosterone, finds
his Commander in Chief voice, puts on his big-boy pants and issues an order to
expel 35 suspected Russian spies from America in order to punish Russia, via
their Prime Minister, Vladimir Putin, for the alleged hacking of the DNC data
base during the just-completed presidential campaign, and Putin just laughs at
him. And then, to add insult to injury, Putin refuses to retaliate in-kind
against American diplomats in Moscow, and instead invites the Americans to a
New Year’s party in the Kremlin, calling Obama’s aborted and totally
unproductive expelling of Putin’s diplomats from American soil an example of “kitchen
diplomacy”.
Obama’s discomfort must be extreme at this point when
one considers that Trump was supposed to be the impetuous, unstable, unprepared
candidate with a lack of judgement when dealing with international situations,
but here’s the sophisticated, urbane, diplomatic Obama being spoken down to by a
two-bit dictator like Putin as though he were a child being scolded by his mother.
It’s absolutely delicious.
In his waning days Obama is striking out and has only maybe
one more pitch he can miss before he’s called “OUT” by acclamation, by even his
slavish supporters in the liberal press.
But don’t bet that our Obama won’t hit a few foul
balls before he strikes out and is sent packing on January 20th. It’s
what he does.
