Apologies to Tom Lehrer for the Header.
I sent myself on a fool's errand this morning: to write down a mathematical formula which would encapsulate the degree of satisfaction I might reasonably feel with the Obama administration at any time during the running of its course. The problem wasn't in defining the variables-I have pretty fair sense of what they are: ODWIW, ODDWIW, WIWMB, WOPW.
ODWIW = Obama Does What I Want. The course of Obama's administration is close enough to my sense of what's right that I would be unreasonable to expect more. My cheesecake came with strawberries instead of cherries on it.
ODDWIW = Obma Doesn't Do What I want. The course of the Administration is so far from my sense of right that no amount of gilding will disguise that the silk purse is really a sow's ear. I don't get cheesecake, I get lima beans, unseasoned, and undercooked.
WIWMB = What I Want, My Bad. My preference was either to myopic or too visionary; too based on ignorance, too apocalyptic, or too wrongheaded. Many times in my life I've been blessed by not getting my heart's desire, and I need to take that into account in the political sense.
WOPW = What Other People Want. This is shorthand for WOPWALCOOAW (What Other People with a Legitmate Claim On Obama's Attention Want). (I'm not blessed with the ability to make melodious acronyms). Other people have a legitimate claim on Obama's attention, to a greater or lesser degree. Obama presides over a country of diverse people. I would bias this number in favor of those who actually voted for him: some of whom have views different from my own, but held as legitimately as mine are. But I have to realize that the WOWTB factor also kicks in. Others as as likely to be as wrong as I am on occasion, for the same reasons, of for others I haven't thought of. I apologize for not having thought of them: my bad.
Arranging these factors into a algorithm should make it possible for me to measure whether or not any given moment of ire is valid or ire-rational. Those more mathematically inclined can shape this up into a nice tidy formula for me, or not: the sun will still rise tomorrow either way.