The fire sale at the White House
By Wes Pruden
PrudenPolitics.com
Bubba
was a piker. The Clinton White House sold sleepovers
in the Lincoln Bedroom that were cheap at the price.
Barack Obama is auctioning off access to His
Grandiosity for really big bucks. Unlike Hillary,
Michelle doesn’t even have to straighten up the room
and make up the bed when the guests leave.
The
White House reacted with considerable heat Monday to
editorials in the New York Times and the Washington
Post scolding the president for putting “major
campaign donors” on an “advisory board” and giving
them frequent “access” to the president. This little
perk was said to be going for a half-million
dollars.
“Any
notion that there is a set price for a meeting with
the president of the United States is just wrong,”
Jay Carney, the president’s mouthpiece, told
reporters at the White House.
The
wording of Mr. Carney’s remarks, which are usually
carefully measured to make sure the spokesman’s
brain is engaged before his mouth moves, raises
speculation that the price of the access is set on a
sliding scale. This could pose problems for the
president and his men. If the CEO of Ajax Widgets
LLC pays $500,000 for a cup of coffee and a
breakfast bagel with the president, he won’t be
pleased to learn that the CEO of Acme Anvils, Inc.,
got the president’s ear for $475,000, and maybe got
two bagels and a strawberry shmear on the side.
The
Washington Post, in its editorial, decried the sale
of access as “behavior that has become all too
common in this town and carries more than a whiff of
influence-peddling.” The New York Times detected
more than a whiff, of something like genuine stink.
An advisory board, the newspaper said, “is nothing
more than a fancy way of setting a price for access
to Mr. Obama.”
This
contretemps, so far the cloud no bigger than a man’s
hand, is nevertheless enough to shake the
president’s supreme self-confidence, rattle the
White House dishes and make the floor tremble
beneath Mr. Obama’s feet. This scolding comes not
from right-wing websites, but from two of the most
prominent pillars of the cult. Prominent pillars are
not supposed to behave like that. On what other meat
might an awakening media feed?
This
followed Bob Woodward’s falling out of love with Mr.
Obama, partly over the president playing games with
the sequestration but mostly over the president’s
failure to deploy the carrier USS Harry S. Truman.
Mortuary Bob, who burnished his considerable
reputation with his famous interviews with the dead
and the comatose, tried to make it up to the
president at the end of the week with an invitation
to the Obamas to dine at the Woodward manse.
Taken
all in all, these are not particularly happy days
for His Grandiosity. After weeks of crying wolf, the
White House retreated Sunday from the president’s
fervent predictions that the world as we know it
would end at midnight March 1, when the
sequestration cuts would take effect. The sky
remained resolutely overhead, though in some places
there were deep gray clouds and in some places rain,
but not the sky, fell.
The
track record of the doom-criers, even the president,
is not good. Geezers remember when were told that
airplanes would fall from the sky, everybody’s bank
account would be erased, and restaurants would
decline to honor dinner reservations after the
beginning of the new millennium because all the
computers were programmed to die at midnight on Dec.
31, 1999. Even the ancient Mayans got into the act
when someone thought they remembered that their
calendar predicted death, destruction and other
inconvenience for the modern age. Only yesterday,
everyone was about to fall off the fiscal cliff. The
sequestration rescued us.
“We
lost the bet on just how intransigent the Republican
majority can be,” a Virginia Democrat told Politico.
“We made a mistake betting on reasonable compromise
ultimately prevailing. We bet on that and lost.” The
president bet he could come up with the idea of
sequestration and when it actually happened nobody
would remember that he was the elusive daddy.
The
president and his partisans in Congress were high on
a champagne buzz a month ago when they thought the
Republicans, dazed by the election results, had been
permanently scared into raising taxes whenever the
president felt a whim coming on. Mr. Obama imagined
that he could cry wolf twice a day and get a new tax
increase each time. The “shock” of sequestration has
given the Republicans a booster shot of
testosterone. And just in time, too.
Wesley Pruden is editor emeritus of The Washington
Times.