Liberals: We're What's For Dinner.
In case no one had the balls to tell you the unvarnished truth, Mr. President, the thing that has been so dispiriting about Brietbartgate is that it happened right in front of us and in real-time. The very speed of it gave us all a window not into your good intentions or high ideals, but into the raw and naked organizational reflexes of the Obama White House.
And what we saw made us ill.
Not only did it confirm every Liberal's ugliest fears about how completely craven and appeasement-happy your Administration is when it comes to dealing with Right-wing scum, but in the heart of the Great Recession, you also managed to morph yourself into just about the worst possible caricature anyone striving to gain the trust of an unemployment-shell-shocked public could be:
You became Everybody's Nightmare Dumbass Boss.
You let yourself become the stereotypical feckless employer who can be cowed and bullied by any sleazy consultant with a loud mouth who knows which buttons to push (and which everyone but the Clueless Boss seems to know is a criminally reckless fraud) into making truly astonishing, bonehead decisions that end up:
- Costing some of your best, most-loyal and most hard-working people their jobs, their peace of mind and their good names for no damn good reason, and,
- Badly damaging the morale of the very people you most need, while at the same time,
- Enhancing the reputation and prestige of the scumbag consultant who fed you poison in the first place.
In case you didn't recognize it as it whizzed by, this was your 3:00 AM phone call Mr. President, and you failed the test of it pretty fucking spectacularly.
Organizational culture comes from the top, Mr. President: you set the tone.
So Learn, Baby, Learn: man up or lose your base, Mr. President.
It's really that simple.