This has been, by any measure, a harsh week for our president. Being blamed by both sides in Egypt—the Muslim Brotherhood side on one hand and the, uh, non Muslim Brotherhood on the other—for the intolerable conditions and political chaos has got to hurt.
After all, it bumps up against his good intentions and his well-founded belief, ratified over and over again in the years before he ascended to the presidency, that his words alone had the power to move the masses. “Yes, we can!” he asserted–and we agreed.
At home, things aren’t much better. The president’s signature piece of legislation, Obamacare, is running into some operational difficulties that this week required him to announce that one major facet of the bill pertaining to employers of over 50 employees won’t be enforced for another year.
True, it was news to many of us that bills duly passed by Congress and signed into law by a president can be simply ignored until a more convenient time. But still, we must accept responsibility for not doing as we were instructed, thereby forcing President Obama to endure the displeasure of knowing that we who are below him on the ladder of life have failed his plans for us.
One image kept coming to mind this week. And one song. The lyrics must run through his mind as he stands there contemplating the mess we wouldn’t let him fix:
“This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.”
Now I think I know
What you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen, they’re not listening still
Perhaps they never will