Once again, it appears that the President of the United States has suffered a case of temporary amnesia.
He seems to have forgotten which party he’s the leader of.
You’re a Democrat, President Obama. Start acting like one. This whole “debt ceiling crisis” thing has once again shown that the leader of the free world continues to try to bend over backwards in the spirit of compromise, and as usual he’s getting ZERO cooperation from the Republicans.
Now the N.Y. Times is calling Obama “a centrist” which is a derogatory word in my book.
I say this for the 7,534th time, Mr. President: the other side hates you. Passionately. And will never, ever, ever cooperate with you.
So please, stop trying to take the high road. There is no high road here. Do the right thing, which is to leave Medicare and Medicaid alone, and (gasp) raise taxes.
I’m so sick of Obama’s compromising spirit, I really freaking am.
**So yours truly has been back in college for about a week now, and with so much time to think while my professors rattle on (actually, they’ve both been pretty interesting), I have some thoughts about my new life:
– Never thought this would be something that would be hard to get used to again, but sitting in a metal chair at a desk for hours at a time, without really moving, has been hard to get used to. Think about it: where else but in a classroom are you literally not supposed to move for hours? Even at home you get up to get food or pee every once in a while.
– One of my professors has a rather unique style of positive reinforcement: When someone in class answers a question correctly, or even just raises a point out of our reading, he stops and says “Everyone give him/her a round of applause.” And so then we all spend five seconds applauding. It’s funny, but it feels like we’re in kindergarten or something.
– From the “It’s a small world” dept. Went to start my “classroom observation” today at a summer school English high school class, and it turns out the teacher and I went to the same high school on Long Island, nine years apart. Freaky.
— The age gap between me and most of my classmates hits me sometimes. The other day I was talking to a girl who told me she just graduated college. She was born in 1990.
I have T-shirts older than her.
**Finally, the brilliant television mind who created “Gilligan’s Island” and “The Brady Bunch” died Tuesday.
Sherwood Schwartz, thank you for filling my after-school afternoons with so much joy.
And now, everybody sing along…
