The Bishop and the Butterfly: Murder, Politics, and the End of the Jazz Age
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    Prez: "I've dumped punk funk, found my junk" (+) I will fight, fight, fight, (21 times in all...) (You can't be your own cheerleader, Prez).

    Prez having famously declared himself ready, even eager, to fight the banks side by side with his new BFF, Paul Volcker, he elicits a soupcon of cynicism from one experienced political observer.

    Robert Reich (may I say, the incomperable Prof. Reich) unburdens himself …in… … a … … trio… of posts the gist of which is, “anything that straightens Obama’s spine is a good thing, albeit it took electoral catastrophe to alert him to impending doom”

    Reich does not venture to wonder, as do I, how Prez could have gotten so far, so fast, with such a tin ear.

    Perhaps his inner “good boy” conspired with his inner “go along to get along” machine pol and they mugged his inner instinctive and self-confident leader.

    Whatever.

    We can only hope that this alleged truculence will not prove to be another of Prez’s extravagant (and meaningless) promises, too numerous and depressing to list here

    Indeed, we may cherish the dream that we are seeing the arisal of Obama Agonistes.