Dusting off an old strategy
By Wesley Pruden
PrudenPolitics.com
President Obama has dusted off an old campaign
strategy. It worked once. More than once, actually.
FDR ran against Herbert Hoover not once, not twice,
but three times. The Messiah is giving it a try
against George W. Bush.
He stepped off his big black coach fit for the
funeral of an economy the other day in the tiny Iowa
town of Decorah—even now the town fathers are
working on a historical marker to boast to future
generations that it happened in Decorah—to reveal
his scheme for re-election in 2012:
“We had reversed the recession, avoided a
depression, got the economy moving again . . . but
over the last six months we’ve had a run of bad
luck.”
As Woodrow Wilson observed, you ought never get in
the way of an enemy who’s trying to destroy himself.
Not very convincing, and if one thing is sure,
Barack Obama is not Franklin D. Roosevelt. But
posers can dream and soon it was time to fly to that
celebrated island refuge of the common man. He
retired to Martha’s Vineyard with his books for
beach and hammock, croquet mallets to assuage his
fierce passion for warfare, and rueful contemplation
of the campaign to come. Soon it was time to fire up
the Secret Service caravan, a vast service and
support appendage that Dwight Eisenhower might have
envied on D-Day, for supper with the peasants, such
as there are on the island where the summer elite
meet to eat, greet and admire themselves and
occasionally each other.
The nine cars and a truck barreled down the country
lane called John Cottle Road, where there was
actually little danger of exploding mines on the
roadside, as in Iraq or Afghanistan. But it was a
tough go. Politico’s man on the scene tightened his
seatbelt and described a hairy patrol:
“The presidential motorcade on Martha’s Vineyard
peeled out of Blue Heron Farms at 5:15 p.m. with the
president and Valerie Jarrett in tow. After 10
minutes, we made an abrupt left turn on John Cottle
Road—an unpaved, deeply rutted eight-foot-wide
private path hemmed in by ivy, scrub oak and big,
scary boulders. After bottoming out four times—we’re
talking two-foot holes in a sand-and-gravel road,
along with one hairpin turn—Obama and Jarrett
arrived at the West Tisbury home of their friends,
Brian and Aileen Roberts. It was 5:30 p.m.” Big,
scary boulders! Bottoming out four times! Surviving
a hairpin turn! Not exactly a dispatch from Omaha
Beach, but pretty thrilling stuff from the front
nonetheless.
Only a churl would begrudge a president a respite
from the rigors of the office, particularly since he
takes the office with him. The president can fret
about 9.1 percent unemployment (and the 6 or so
percent who have given up looking for a job), 0.9
percent growth of the economy and dream of another
stimulus that doesn’t stimulate as easily on the
road as in the sugar-white cocoon on Pennsylvania
Avenue. Besides, he needs a little quiet time for
contemplating his next vacation. But taking off to
Martha’s Vineyard and dining with a cable-TV mogul
on his first night on the island is asking for jeers
and ridicule, which he is getting plenty of. It’s
the way it looks, and “it don’t look fittin’.”
Bill Clinton, who grew up thinking a long weekend in
Biloxi would make a pretty good vacation, fretted
over how his first vacation, on Martha’s Vineyard,
looked. He didn’t know much about fittin’, but
assigned Dick Morris to commission a poll to see
where the common folk wanted him to go for a
holiday. He wound up the next summer on a mule in
the Grand Canyon. Bubba understood retail politics.
The Messiah doesn’t. To be fair to the Messiah,
Bubba made his own headaches, living proof that God
gave man a penis and a brain but only enough blood
to run one at a time. Bubba was never boring because
most of his headaches came with big hair.
Barack Obama is boring, and in his summer of
distemper. And if the Tea Party conservatives
restrain their rants and raves and their schoolyard
slanging matches, next summer is likely to be no fun
at all for the president. But the growing chorus of
ranters should keep in mind James Carville’s caution
written on the wall in the Clinton war room in
Little Rock: “It’s the economy, stupid.” They should
also keep in mind Woodrow Wilson’s famous
observation that you ought never get in the way of
an enemy who’s trying to destroy himself. Nobody
knows better how to do it. All he needs is a little
room.
Wesley Pruden is editor emeritus of The Washington
Times.