And What He Did, Undid
It turns out that parents across the country may have no real cause to worry about Barack Obama's upcoming speech directed to America's schoolchildren. I do not yet know whether my children will be asked to attend to this expected sidewinder. Though I will be disappointed in the judgment of their school and of their teachers if they are promoting it, I probably will not interfere. Why? For one thing, I think kids are pretty smart. And I remember that one of the things that drove me to dislike Jimmy Carter so much was all the fawning praise he got in the Weekly Reader and from my teachers when I was a kid. Most Americans, even little ones, don't trust a President who thinks he's all that. And, when the grown ups responsible for making your life drudgery tell you that you should think he's all that, there's double reason for finding him to be a humbug. Besides, I think Obama fatigue has already hit a good number of Americans and, if that's so, it's so even among the elementary school set. I present the following anecdote as evidence:
This morning, when my 8 year-old son came scurrying across my bedroom floor at the ungodly hour of 5:30 to announce "I'm uuuuppp!"-- the radio was already bleating out the day's news. He happened to catch a television programming announcement about next Wednesday's "big Obama speech" (to be distinguished, of course, from last week's "big Obama speech" because, you know, this one will be before a joint session of Congress). Apparently the televising of this snore-a-thon means that Wipe Out!, a show near and dear to the hearts and souls of all rambunctious little boys (and their fathers), will be canceled. I can tell you that I have never expressed sentiments so harsh about Barack Obama (or any other human being) as the sentiments sputtered out by my son (between tears, of course) at that moment. Whatever Obama says on Tuesday, he is doomed in the mind of my boy because of what he means to do on Wednesday.
1:52 AM / September 4, 2009