Over at the Washington Free Beacon, Matt Continetti has a fine piece up on “The Obama Derecho.” He’s referring to the nasty storm that crippled the Washington, D.C., area a few days ago, and whose aftereffects are still being felt, but also to the long-term crippling effects of the Obama presidency — a gift that will keep on giving long after the Emperor Hussein is turned out of office:
Safe to say most Washingtonians had never heard of a “derecho” before June 29, when one of these speedy and destructive windstorms ploughed through the capital, leaving behind dead bodies and battered homes and more than a million households without power. Now the storm is over, and one can expect this obscure meteorological term to pass just as swiftly into everyday speech. Exotic, vaguely menacing, and evoking senseless, abrupt calamity, “derecho” is an especially apt description of America in the age of Obama.
Like the homeowners in Fairfax County, Va., picking up felled tree branches and putting in insurance claims, Americans across the country are still recovering from the Obama derecho that struck the nation from 2009 to 2010. The damage from that whirlwind has been ugly. The cost has been enormous. And another one may form at any moment.
Continetti’s story is a handy clip-n-save (with links aplenty) aide memoire to the ongoing disaster being wrought by the Punahou Kid and his coterie of Alinskyite radicals, including the ineffable Jake Lingle (f you don’t get the reference, please click here), and the Iranian-born Valerie Jarrett. Just as during the Clinton era, when the scandals came so fast and furious that no one could remember them all, Barry is betting that the American people won’t be able to keep track of his various enormities — so do yourself a favor and bookmark Matt’s story for future reference. You’re going to need it.
Here at PJ, my colleague Ron Radosh has an illuminating essay about the nature of socialism. I’ve always found it amusing how lefties twist and turn and squirm whenever we try to slap the S-word on them. They whine that they’re not really socialists, or that our definition of “socialist” is incorrect, or that there’s nothing wrong with socialism, or that we’re all socialists anyway — and hey, what about the military? Our friends across the aisle simply hate it when we call them what they are, because to name something is to begin to understand it.