Name! That! Pundit!
Welcome to another exciting episode of Name That Pundit -- the game the whole country can play from the comfort of their own sofa, office chair, or even your car seat if you're one of those jerks who surfs the internet while driving!
Today's pundit has been a fixture at the Washington Post for what feels like ever. Let's see what he or she wrote today about the President:
The man can give a rousing speech, but he is, at heart, a planner and a plodder. Both his presidential campaigns were exercises in micromanagement -- digital all the way. Obama was the better candidate, but he had, by far, the better organization.
Yet this same man has lately so mishandled both domestic and foreign policy that he is in mortal peril of altering his image. This unsettling and uncharacteristic incompetence became shockingly clear when Obama failed to come to grips with the Syrian civil war. I did not agree with the president's do-nothing policy, but at least it was both a policy and intellectually coherent. What followed, though, was both intellectually incoherent and pathetically inconsistent -- a "red line" that came out of nowhere and then mysteriously evaporated, and a missile strike that was threatened and then abandoned. It was a policy so wavering that if Obama were driving, he would be forced to take a breathalyzer.
The debacle of the Affordable Care Act's website raised similar questions about confidence. This was supposed to be Obama's Big Deal. The president has other accomplishments -- navigating out of the Great Recession was no minor feat -- but restoring the status quo does not get your face on Mount Rushmore. It takes achievement, a program -- something new and wonderful. The Affordable Care Act was supposed to be it.
Something went wrong. People could not sign up. Why? Not sure. Who's at fault? Apparently no one. An act of God. Something that could never have been foreseen. Another president might have had someone in the White House calling every day -- no, twice a day -- to make sure the program was going to work. But no, it was a shock to everyone, and when the White House rolled out its gigantic cake -- maestro, some music please -- no one jumped out.
Wow! Damning stuff!
Did it come from the pen of George Will?
Not this time.
Would you believe...
That's right: Richard Cohen.