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"  It&amp;#039;s past time for her friends, her family, or the spirit of JP The Deuce to descend on Our Lady Of The Dolphins and stage an intervention. Apparently, she believes that the president has a cauldron bubbling in the East Room from which he has loosed upon the land magic Kenyan Muslim Alinskyist spells that have stolen the souls of the American people. Either that, or it once again was two-for-one Harvey Wallbangers during Happy Hour at the Dowager Pundit&amp;#039;s Club. Before following la Noonan on her vision quest, however, let us try to stop laughing so hard at the latest caricature of the president that has emerged from the inebriates working the shop floor of her dimly lit imagination. Ladies and gentlemen: Barack Obama - Master Of Disaster! Because Mr. Obama thrives in chaos. He flourishes in unsettled circumstances and grooves on his own calm. He spins an air of calamity, points fingers and garners support. His only opponent is a hapless, hydra-headed House. America has a weakness for winners, and Republicans just now do not look like winners. They have many voices but no real voice, and no one saying anything that makes you stop and think. Mr. Obama, on the other hand, is a singular character who tells you in measured tones that we must have measured answers.  You&amp;#039;ve all had periodic spells of lucidity over the past five years. Does this sound at all like the president you&amp;#039;ve been watching? Has there ever been a more chaos-averse politician than this guy? Hell, it took him almost his entire first term to realize the obvious fact that he was facing the forces of Bedlam across the aisle. Now we are to believe that the whole sequester thing was a clever vehicle for him to work the koon-ut-cali-fee on the political process? But we truly don&amp;#039;t depart the physical realms until she walks into Wal-Mart and is surprised that the cheap Chinese-made crap there isn&amp;#039;t flying off the shelves the way David Brooks once promised her it would before he ran out on the bar bill and she had to make nicey-nice with the bartender. It was Sunday afternoon on a holiday weekend but even accounting for that the mood and look of the place was different from what it was two and five years ago. Then, things seemed dynamic-what buys, what an array of products, what bustle in the aisles. This time it seemed tired, frayed, with fewer families and scarcer employees. It looked like a diorama of the Great Recession. What effect do all the successive fiscal cliffs, ceilings and sequesters, have on public confidence? On the public&amp;#039;s spirit? They only add to the sense that Washington is dysfunctional and cannot possibly help us out of the mire. Steve M already beat me to the blog&amp;#039;s First Law Of Economics. But don&amp;#039;t you get the feeling that la Noonan goes to Wal-Mart for the same reason that Margaret Mead went to Papua New Guinea? Or maybe she just was trying to get to the Tiki Lounge next door in the strip mall and fell a little short. "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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