The American Spectator : Shrimp in the White House

The American Spectator : Shrimp in the White House: "'Let me eat shrimp,' said Barack Obama to a reporter this week as he toiled in Martha's Vineyard. This Marie Antoinette wannabe has no intention of letting anyone get their hands on cake, I fear. Black bread and thin gruel, more likely.

If historical and monarchical metaphors are the order of the day, we might reach more readily for Nero of Rome, said to have fiddled while his domain sizzled. The state of our economy is shaky at best, while global crises whirl unabated from Tehran to Pyongyang to Islamabad and even in pronounceable places like Wall Street. The President is being flip like Wilson, recalling the apocryphal Antoinette apothegm, but more significantly he seems to be floating aimlessly like flotsam and jetting aimlessly like jetsam, recalling Nero's neurosis.

What I'm sayin' is that the man is hopelessly lost. He has no clue what to do next, but the show must go on. He has his game face on, but the game may be over.

THE GREEK COLUMNS FRAMED Senator Obama as he accepted the nomination to run for President. 'Narcissus!' shouted some. 'Hubris!' shouted others. Now after nineteen months of Greco-Roman wrestling with the big job, he seems to have decided it's all Greek to him and it is time for that Roman fiddle.