The sun rises on good people and evil, rain falls on the just and the unjust. Surely we must look in our hearts for compassion toward even the present tenant of the White House.
I propose that Barack Obama be given the thanks of a grateful nation -- grateful that he will no longer guide the fortunes of wounded America.
Clearly the man does not enjoy the actual work of being president. The adulation of the mainstream media, certainly; the fantasy that he is central to a complete transformation of a country with a despicable history and a present tarnished by swamp dwellers clinging to their guns and religion; the rides on Air Force One; all the trappings of the office.
But the responsibility of having to make decisions with sometimes life-or-death consequences; of trying to understand how wealth is created -- as opposed to figuring out ways of siphoning it from those who have more to buy the votes of those who have less; of associating with different kinds of people, not just the Commies, Muslims, Chicago political crooks, and race-racketeers he's hung with since he was knee-high to a statue of Karl Marx; this he does not care for.
We should not insist that he carry on with such unsuitable labor.
A post-presidential career will be just the thing to restore his vanished joie de vivre. Nothing will distract him from his golf. He can enjoy his second, third, fourth, fifth homes in scenic locales. Deliver teleprompted banalities in cardboard temples, swan around with celebrities, enjoy his status as the second coming of Tutankhamun, enroll his horse in the Senate.