Bill Clinton was Casey at the bat last night

 

You have to admire the man. Regardless of his politics, he is the master showman. I am a firm believer that in a previous life, Bill Clinton was probably P.T. Barnum. Who else can snake charm the innocent with such ease and flair?

Watching the man perform at the democrat national convention last night was worth the time spent listening to his lies. My first thoughts after seeing and listening to him for forty eight minutes were: "The man could talk a preacher's wife out of her britches on a Sunday morning in front of the entire congregation and the deacons would be patting him on the back and telling him what a great job he did while offering up their own wives.

If Bill Clinton has any talent at all, it is the talent to read and work a crowd and to come prepared to dazzle and mesmerize them with his magic. Bill Clinton works without a net, no teleprompter for the master. Admittedly, it is interesting to watch someone who can take the truth and so cleverly obscure it with the lie as to make you feel embarrassed to have ever questioned him. But none the less, Clinton's bag of tricks last night was nothing more than yet another bag of his famous Arkansas home spun smoke and mirrors.

The biggest lie told all night concerned the feared return to deregulation of the banks by Mitt Romney. Old Bill tried to assuage the fears of the fence sitters by telling them that it was the Bush era that had unleashed the dogs of Wall Street to savage the poor pitiful middle class. While the reality is something quite different. History tells quite a different story of the events and how they came to pass. History tells us that it wasn't George Bush who let the dogs out, but rather messer Clinton himself. And another reality that wasn't touched on last night during the wizard's speech was the fact that it was Clinton who signed NAFTA and brought about the present trade imbalance and disaster.

But back home at the ranch of reality? It was Bill Clinton who administered the destruction of the banking act of 1933, affectionately known as Glass Stengall. It's all there in the history books folks, but to listen to the master's use of shades of truth eloquently blended with out right misrepresentations and lies, you would have thought that the entire problem of our economic collapse of the past four years was the result of George Bush and only George Bush.

Tonight will be more of the same, only tonight the words will flow from the less crafty and less eloquent under study Barack Obama. While Bill Clinton could easily steer himself past almost any crisis, Barack Obama has trouble crossing a parking lot without the aid of a teleprompter and a canned version of reality to read to the people.

Tonight will be no different. Obama will pick up where Clinton left off. The sixty yard hail Mary pass from the all time leading democrat passer, was caught on the five yard line and tonight Barack Obama will dance into the end zone and do the happy dance while he tells America that (you guessed it) it's all still George Bush's fault. and like uncle Bill said, no one could have fixed the mess that he was left in just four years.

Barack Obama will tell America once again that the formula for success and recovery is to simply require the rich to pay their fair share. He will say once again that the road to prosperity is lined with more spending on more programs and that the investment in clean technologies will lead America back to the promised land. Barack Obama will tell America that he saved General Motors and that his stimulus package of almost a trillion dollars in 2009 all but saved the world. Of course, he won't mention that he turned GM over to the UAW or that the American taxpayer lost hundreds of billions in the deal and he won't mention Solyndra or the other failed socialist escapades of the environmental left that he bankrolled with your money. Nor will he mention that you are paying $4 a gallon at the pump right now or that gas was at $1.95 a gallon when he took over.

And he won't mention that the casualty rate in Afghanistan has increased ten fold on his watch, or that the situation has gone terribly wrong every day since he took office. He won't mention that Americans are being killed weekly by his idiotic policies and programs that allow Afghan soldiers and so called policemen to walk right up and shoot and kill American soldiers wholesale. Meanwhile the cardboard cut outs he has appointed to the Defense department and the Joint Chiefs and the CIA are all sitting there like good little yes men and agreeing with what a wonderful world it is under his failed leadership.

No ladies and gentlemen, tonight will be no different from all the other nights the man has spoken to America and lied through his teeth. But remember this. The facts don't lie and history cannot be denied. The truth is out there for those who recognize what it is and while there will be millions at home wetting themselves and getting the Chris Matthews tingling leg tonight, there will also be millions who have now seen who the wizard behind the curtain really is.

And Bill Clinton's Casey at the bat last night will end in the same fashion as the famous poem did. Bill Clinton spoke last night of the hatred of the right toward this president. Perhaps he has merely forgotten the eight years previous when all that was spoken of President Bush by the Left was of their seething hatred for the man. We shall see I suppose, but from where I was sitting last night when the great one came to the plate? What I saw was a mighty swing of the bat, but all I heard was the swoosh of the miss as the Mighty Casey ended his attempt at an administration saving at bat with a strikeout.

The sneer is gone from Casey's lip, his teeth are clenched in hate;

He pounds with cruel violence his bat upon the plate.

And now the pitcher holds the ball, and now he lets it go,

And now the air is shattered by the force of Casey's blow.

Oh, somewhere in this favored land the sun is shining bright;

The band is playing somewhere, and somewhere hearts are light,

And somewhere men are laughing, and somewhere children shout;

But there is no joy in Mudville — mighty Casey has struck out.