By Sibyl West | March 21, 2011 | American Thinker
One of my acquaintances had a son from a previous marriage. The father had been a deadbeat who, no matter how much he promised, never did what he said he would. She was one of those capable girls who thought she could take care of herself, somehow got involved with him and then pregnant. I recall her telling me that at one point during the relationship she gave him access to her bank account “just in case” he needed anything. She was stunned when one day she discovered he had spent her entire savings.
The man never paid child support but he always had a good excuse why not. After their divorce, when she finally found another (this time responsible) husband, the deadbeat made sure to call regularly to check in on their boy — the one he never bothered to support. It was always a mental disturbance to her and I guess that was the point.
Sometimes all one’s bad karma arrives in one person.
President Zero reminds me of such a deadbeat. It’s as if he is the personification of everything that is wrong with our nation: prognut ideologies, affirmative action, the American Idol mentality of cheering on and voting for someone’s speeches, interviews and photo ops on the basis of how well he pulled it off — never mind what kind of character or behavior he exhibits off stage.
The current inhabitant of the White House took a $500 billion deficit and tripled it. The lists of his broken promises are long and varied, and can be viewed here, here, here, and here. His efforts are so destructive that it seems only the most dimwitted among the population can sustain their belief that this is all due to incompetence and not malice.
Every deadbeat needs his sugar mama for maintenance and that, at least, requires determination of a kind. It reminds me of the Rolling Stones song Emotional Rescue. The “Knight in shining armor” led the seduction with his election campaign but creating a breach was his only purpose after all. Like the Trojan horse he is no longer needed, as his frequent golf trips, holidays and conspicuous absence make clear. His Deadbeat Administration are the real machine and it is they who get up every morning, take their baths, put on their clothes, come to the office and then man the jackhammers to destroy the foundations of our republic. “You will be mine you will be mine all mine,” sings the machine. They work relentlessly in a focused, systematic manner on plans it has them taken years to put together. Many are Clinton retreads. The deadbeat is, after all, a special breed with a tribal affinity of its own.