In a blog post yesterday complaining about how Barack Obama is a big nancy, Krugman writes:
Progressives are desperately in need of leadership; more specifically, House Democrats need to be told to pass the Senate bill, which isn’t what they wanted but is vastly better than nothing. And what we get from the great progressive hope, the man who was offering hope and change, is this: [Obamian pusillanimity]
Krugman believes in his bleeding heart of hearts that his furious white-hot laserbeam rhetoric at its maximum amplitude can induce a microstroke in the brain of an enemy from distances of up to seven-hundred miles. Just imagine what he imagines the President can do! Vaporize an armada with a whim? Suspend gravity within a square-mile? But Obama need do so little–merely to tell House Democrats to pass the Senate bill. He’s THE PRESIDENT, for chrissake. If only he would tell them what they NEED to be told, instantly waffling Dems will become a zombie army able only to lurch to their doom. But, no. Obama will let his puppets be real boys and do what they like. It’s not that there should be an ashram of dishonor for representatives who refuse the pyre. It’s that there is no refusing when the Executive sacks up and speaks! What a disgrace, that Obama. Angry Krugman spits lava at the sound of your wilting name.