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NBC's Chuck Todd looks at the president's polling and concludes it is disastrous for Obama, though not necessarily for for the Democratic Party.  It is one of a series of messages disassociating the fortunes of the liberal enterprise from the collapsing presidency.  The new point of departure is cooperating with Iran. Hillary Clinton has expressed her reservations. Watch for more and more points of departure as Hillary and others prepare to bail from the SS Barack -- just in case.

Everyone knows another disaster is looming on the horizon. They are, with the sure footedness of professional politicians, already talking down expectations and looking for a way out. David Cameron has warned that Jihadists were planning to attack Britain on its own soil, possibly through its own citizens. "Earlier Baroness Neville-Jones, the former security minister, warned that Britain was “exporting” more young jihadists to fight abroad than any other European country". If the blowback is going to reach London, then why not New York?

Then Chuck Todd will really have something to grouse about. Naturally somebody's going to have to take the fall. As the approaching storm shrieks ever louder through the rigging, the words of that hundred year old text that nobody reads any more come to mind. Who's going to take the rap?

Then said they unto him, Tell us, we pray thee, for whose cause this evil is upon us; What is thine occupation? and whence comest thou? what is thy country? and of what people art thou? ... Then said they unto him, What shall we do unto thee, that the sea may be calm unto us? for the sea wrought, and was tempestuous.

As noted in a previous post, while there may not be enough votes in a Democratic Senate to threaten the president with an impeachment conviction now -- that can change in two months. For where there's a storm in politics, there's a Jonah. Everybody needs a Fall Guy. If Hillary's sudden distancing signifies anything, if the previously unarticulated doubts of members of the liberal press mean anything it's that they're searching the bilges for someone to dump over the side.

But if the political system thinks it can rid itself of the high winds and mountainous waves by dumping Obama overboard it has another thing coming. While he may have always been an empty vessel, the ideas he bore, the policies that he was filled with came from the Left in whole cloth. He was just dumb enough to try them all at the same time.

Whether it was opening the borders to Mexico; regarding the Jihad as simple resistance to the White Man's oppression; whether it was believing that surrender could solve everything; and even to the idea that the biggest problem in the world today is Global Warming -- the cargo of poison carried by Barack Obama's presidency came entirely from the warehouses of leftist thought.

That's the alien nest. The egg hatchery. They can throw Obama overboard, but there's lots more where that came from.

In a way Obama's very race was focus-group tested for the part. He would succeed either as the Magical Negro of the liberal narrative or fail as the reluctantly accepted stereotype of African collapse. Obama was right in this. He would never be the normal man judged for himself.  The price of being the First African American president was the risk that he'd be the Last African-American president.

From the start he was the Truman Burbank of liberal politics, only vaguely born somewhere, sometime; existing in a script, a blank screen on which the directors projected their every fantasy. " It was Dad. I swear! Dressed like a homeless man. And you know what else was strange? A business man and a woman with a little dog came out of nowhere and forced him onto a bus." And there he is, like a deer in the headlights all set for the fall.

But were I a Republican senator at his hypothetical impeachment, I'd say.

"Not so fast, ladies and gentlemen. Not so fast.

"You're thinking that based on my past opposition to the president's policies and my political affiliation that I am certain to cast the convicting vote. But as I look at him now, shrunken, bewildered in the seat, I have to ask myself: who is really guilty of this crime?

"Is it him, or is it you guys watching this on TV? Who gave this guy Michael Jordan's jersey, plotted the trajectory of his rise through has-beens and never-been opponents? Who fixed it so he had a book he didn't write, got advances he didn't deserve and Nobels he didn't earn?

"Who is guilty? Maybe it is the same guys who are counting on me to ditch this man into the briny deep.

"Perhaps he deserves it. But so do the masterminds, the guys who set him up to take the bullet for the team. Wasn't the unspoken price for the adulation, the Air Force One rides, the State Dinners the unspoken understanding that if the time came it could all be put on him? The Black Guy. Look into your leftist heart. You know it's true. Wasn't that the concession for allowing the rest of you to print the money, make the deals?  The fact that one day this moment might come and he'd agree to pay the price from gratitude?

"And after we get rid of him, after a decent interval, aren't we're going to do again?  This time with an historic Woman president, Asian president, Gay president? You really need never run out of Jonahs.

"But you see, I'm not going to vote for conviction. [murmur in the crowd]

"I vote to let him remain president. I'm going to stick him to you. Vote to let him remain in office knowing full well what a screw up he is. Knowing he'll screw up again; sink your portfolios, bankrupt your industries, make such a mess of defending this country there'll be blood in the streets and crowds are going to be looking for the guys who endorsed this man into office. He's going to bring the whole thing down, and you with it.

"Because you see he was what he always was. That at least is his excuse. But you knew better, all you people. All you exquisitely educated, creased-pants people. You knew better and put this poor fool in office.

"I say let it burn.

"Because that's the only way this time to bring it home. So that even if this age is ruined, at least succeeding generations of Americans will never forget that 'If we don't hang together, by Heavens we shall hang separately'.

"Ladies and gentleman. You're not getting rid of Barack Obama that easily. This time there are consequences, not from me, not from the Tea Party but from reality. God exists ladies and gentleman. Or at least Murphy does. Consequences  are a b**ch."

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