As Iowahawk ingeniously summed it up, Putin is “now just basically doing donuts in Obama’s front yard.” It’s not just that he can stitch him up at the G-8, G-20, Gee-don’t-tell-me-you’re-coming-back-for-more, and turn the leader of the free world into the planet’s designated decline-and-fall-guy, but he can slough off crappy third-rate telepromptered mush better than you community-organizer schmucks, too. Let’s take it as read that Putin didn’t write this himself any more than Obama wrote that bilge he was drowning in on Tuesday night, when he took to the airwaves to argue in favor of the fierce urgency of doing something about gassed Syrian moppets but not just yet. Both guys are using writers, but Putin’s are way better than Obama’s — and English isn’t even their first language. With this op-ed Tsar Vlad is telling Obama: The world knows you haven’t a clue how to play the Great Game or even what it is, but the only parochial solipsistic dweeby game you do know how to play I can kick your butt all over town on, too.
Oh dear. Even I am chagrined by how badly Obama seems to have blotted his copybook, as the Brits (used to?) say. It is hard to imagine how it could be worse. It is the sort of thing I suspected our now not so young President capable of, yet I hoped he would not prove to be, like, actually capable of, if you see what I mean. For all that I thought Clint Eastwood was cringingly awful at the RNC, he did have a point, and now it seems he had the point. Anyway, read and savor Steyn. We deserve all of his scorn for the crime of electing the O.