Even though I’m billing this as a personal reflection, I doubt I will use the first person singular pronoun in any of its declensions as often as did the president in his speech last night. I guess that given my “job” as a blogger, I was expected to watch it so I could blog on it, but, well, I kind of spaced it.
Perhaps, it was my psyche speaking telling me I had had enough politics for the day. In fact, so much had I spaced that it took a look up at the CNN monitor while I was doing my cardio to realize that the speech was only 35 minutes and 42 seconds away.
So, I prolonged my workout, waited and watched. As the House chamber filled, some of the Democrats who appeared on screen made my skin crawl. Biden looked the village idiot, his lips turned up in a perpetual smile as if he were aware of no other facial expression. Pelosi looked like someone whose time has come, as if her act were over, but she were still lingering on stage. Watching her, I realized that even if Republicans don’t recapture Congress next fall, she won’t be up there for the next such address.
Rahm Emanuel seemed strangely solitary as if his colleagues were steering clear of me. The fetching Stephen Green helped express the inchoate ideas in my head, “I couldn’t quite make out what Rahm was saying, or who he was saying it to, but the expression made me think, ‘Fredo, I knew it was you.’”
The president himself looked good. He strode down aisle, confident, seeming in command. The peevishness that he has displayed in recent interviews was not present. He seemed like the kind of guy with whom you’d like to have a beer–or play a game of hoops.
Then, he began to speak. He lost me at with the recycled campaign rhetoric. I stopped following the speech after reading this line on the close captioning: ”They [the American people] are tired of the partisanship and the shouting and the pettiness.”
“You mean,” I said somewhat sotto voce, “they’re tired of the way you blame Bush, treat Republicans and react to criticism and setbacks?” (more…)