In Which It Is Discovered – To Everyone's Astonishment – That Nations Do Not Operate Like Dizzy American Female Voters
Via Wheat & Weeds again:
Barack Obama looked tired on Thursday, as he stood in the Blue House in Seoul, the official residence of the South Korean president. He also seemed irritable and even slightly forlorn. The CNN cameras had already been set up. But then Obama decided not to play along, and not to answer the question he had already been asked several times on his trip: what did he plan to take home with him? Instead, he simply said “thank you, guys,” and disappeared. David Axelrod, senior advisor to the president, fielded the journalists’ questions in the hallway of the Blue House instead, telling them that the public’s expectations had been “too high.”
The mood in Obama’s foreign policy team is tense following an extended Asia trip that produced no palpable results. The “first Pacific president,” as Obama called himself, came as a friend and returned as a stranger. The Asians smiled but made no concessions. …
Interests, not emotions, dominate the world of realpolitik.
Charles Krauthammer had an excellent line about that idiotic “First Pacific President” routine:
[T]he president declared himself the First Pacific President. That’s because, presumably, he grew up and spent some of his childhood in Hawaii, and in Indonesia, and his mom took him on a visit to Japan, although all he remembers of that, as he says, was the ice cream.
The First Pacific President?
Well, Teddy Roosevelt — he built the Panama Canal in order to make the United States a Pacific power and he did. William Howard Taft, his successor, was the governor of the Philippines. And John Kennedy and George Bush Sr. were in the Pacific [theater] in the Second World War and spent some time in the Pacific Ocean itself — Bush, after having been shot down from his airplane; and Kennedy, after having his ship cut in half by a Japanese patrol boat.
So these people actually spend time in the Pacific, but in Obama’s mind, it doesn’t in any way match the experience of the baby Jesus — excuse me, the baby Obama — growing up on some Pacific island.
… The narcissism of the man is rather unbounded.