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Obama is the most incredible player American politics has ever met.  He  insults Israel, and gets almost 80 percent of the Jewish vote twice!  He  insults the U.K., returning a bust of Churchill to the British Embassy, and pays  not one political penny in penalty.  Solyndra wastes billions in taxpayer  dollars plus the drowning of green dreams in wide-awake red ink, and like screen  slapstick, the more pies he takes squarely in the face the more they like  him.

It doesn’t stop.  It doesn’t even slow down.  Bill Ayers, not merely  self-confessed, but self-proclaimed leader of the terrorist Weather  Underground, walks, works and politics as a free man thanks to one of those  great American legal “technicalities.”  Aware that such an unpatriotic and  sordid association might lose him votes, Obama barely admitted knowing Ayers  when he first ran in 2008.  He called Ayers “just a guy in the neighborhood.”   We now know Obama’s political career was launched in Bill Ayers’ living room,  and Ayers and Obama’s political activities were intertwined like long-lost  lizards.  Chicago community life goes on.  American life goes on.  And two words  go on to sum up this gargantuan living lie – “ho” and “hum.”

Media consensus prior to the last election held that foreign policy was  Obama’s “strong suit.” Really?  Stick a gun to my head and warn me I’ve got 15  seconds to name an Obama foreign policy success; the best I could come up with  is, “He kept us out of Sri Lanka.” Remember the “reset” with Russia?  Last week  Russian nuclear-armed bombers were buzzing Guam (American territory, in case you  attended public school)!

Obama declared war on coal.  Did any ship’s captain ever declare war on life  preservers?  Coal – given today’s economy, environment, the whole mix – is a  combustible we should fall to our knees and be thankful for.  The late Adolf  Hitler, without a single oil well in hand, “gasified” coal to fuel his vast war  machine.  And that was with the technology of the 1930s!  Anti-coal greenies  insist they’re going to have the last laugh.  They’ve yet to score their first  chuckle.

The lies, broken promises and failures of President Barack Obama make ancient  presidential sins, like too many too expensive vacations, almost not worth  mentioning.  Those still shocked by the multi-million dollar Hawaiian idylls  etc. need to get their shockers adjusted.  You’re getting shocked by the wrong  things.

Preschool education was one of the greatest joys of my life as a parent.  At  home!  Please explain what Obama means by “universal preschool” at the age of 4.  In a well-run American family, such “separation” of child from parents at that  age is child abuse.

Yet, through it all, it looks as if the only one losing patience with Obama  is Michelle.  We’ll leave the “separate vacation” rumors to the  gossip-ologists.  Could Michelle possibly have her own wonderments about  where Obama was the night of Sept. 11?

And, on our way out, yes, let’s mention the almost $17 trillion debt!  We may not cure poverty, but under Obama’s leadership we’ll sure-as-hell cure  wealth!

Meanwhile, the media live, like bacteria, neatly folded into Obama’s back  pocket.  There is no Obama failure they will not ignore, no excess they will not  applaud.  This is like a rabbi concealing his ownership in a pig ranch.  It’s  not supposed to work this way.

You could feed a hundred hungry horses on the accumulation of what a normal  American in a normal America would consider the “last straw.” So, will Obama  ever feel public wrath for anything mentioned here, or not mentioned here?

Thomas Jefferson, who may well one day edge out even George Washington as our  major national hero, believed so deeply in media correcting leaders gone awry,  like Obama, that he once said, “If I had to choose between a government with no  newspapers (that was media at the time!) or newspapers with no government, I  should surely choose the latter.”

Thank you, Tom.  Media is supposed to rectify, not ratify, our Obamas.

Those icy particles falling everywhere now are not snowflakes.

They’re Thomas Jefferson’s tears.