Some years ago Johnny Cash sang a song about the crick rising up around the cabin. The lyric went How high’s the water, mama? It’s five feet high and risin’. If you look at the chart as Johnny Cash would have looked at it, Obama is not falling, the water is rising.

How high’s the water, Obama
It’s five feet high and risin’
How wide’s the water, Obama
From here to the horizon
Whatcha gonna do, Obama
Make the water stop risin’
How you gonna do that, Obama
By something real surprisin’
Surprising how, Obama
By stopping all surmisin’
You mean them polls, Obama
Their meaning we disguisin’
Rasmussen truth, Obama
The man just feeding pizen
It don’t look good, Obama
Your panic I’m despisin’
How high’s the water, Obama
It’s six feet deep and risin’