About AJ DiCintio
A.J. DiCintio is a Featured Writer for The New Media Journal. He first exercised his polemical skills arguing with friends on
the street corners of the working class neighborhood where he grew up.
Retired from teaching, he now applies those skills, somewhat honed and
polished by experience, to social/political affairs.
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Snake in the Grass
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That Killed at Fort Hood
Who Are the Know-Nothings?
All the Tomatoes!
It's Not a
War Against FOX News
Hope) We’re Not Gonna Take It Anymore
Hyperpartisanship, Propaganda & Hypocrisy
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Epistemology, Materialists & Morality
the Stench of the Stable
Shameful Education Affair
Reform: The Good, The Bad & The Ugly
(Audaciously Arrogant) Mob
The Boiled Frog
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Jefferson: Don’t Question a Supreme Court Nominee Without Him
Language: A Canary in the Coal Mine
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Colin Powell Comes Up Small
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Something Very Deep and Dark
Miss California’s Unforgivable Mistake
The President in the Garden
Liberals & The Triumph of Reason
Messiah, Lincoln or Less?
Obama, Big Bangs & Selling Make Believe
Hostile Alien Case Exposes Danger of Activist...
Age of Arrogance
Lenin Lite, Perhaps?
Where’s the Guilt?
In the Matter of Public v. Stimulus Bill
Bigger Than the Bacon Explosion
Where Bill O’Reilly’s Going Wrong
Liberals, Israel & Wolves
Israel & The Neurotic Mind
Hope Run Amok
February 5, 2010
Among the poems Emily Dickinson wrote
under the heading "Life” is one about hope, which the poet imagines as a "little
bird” that sings to her even "in the chillest land/And on the strangest sea,”
never asking "a crumb” in return.
Well, there’s no disputing the poem’s message
because the irrepressible, selfless nature of hope is inarguable.
However, it must be said that the Power who has
given us hope asks us to use His gift judiciously by employing our reason and
experience to assess not just possibility but probability, no matter how painful
or unpleasant the exercise.
Now, all this business is on my mind today as a
result of "The Perot Option,” a piece which David Brooks opens as follows:
"There is a specter haunting America: the
specter of a saner, updated version of Ross Perot. . . lurking out there, ready
to ride the free-floating anger and distrust of Washington [caused by selfish
politicians who have] put the country on a highway to a fiscal crisis [with] no
It’s not, however, Brooks’ hope that a new,
improved, debt-condemning Ross Perot is actually "out there” that is of concern.
No, the problem arises when an embarrassingly
hopeful Brooks asserts that Obama’s State of the Union speech represents a "good
start” in the president’s "reclaim[ing] the mantle of the permanent outsider.”
And what a humdinger of a problem it is; for the
belief that Obama is capable of making a 180 with respect to becoming an
"outsider” who is a fiscally responsible, common sense agent of change must, of
necessity, be based entirely upon a foolish, perilous hope.
After all, the simple truth about Barack Obama,
who recently proclaimed "I’m not an ideologue,” is that he has been an ideologue
of the hard left his entire adult life — in his relationships with religious
leaders (think Reverend Wright), political strategists (think devotees of
Alinsky), journalists (think Frank Marshall Davis), social activists (think Bill
Ayres), and political figures (think big shots of the Chicago Machine and its
branch in Springfield.).
Of course, Obamaphants who feel a thrill running
up their legs even when their champion intones a sonorous "the” will argue that
Obama is a changed man since he was elected.
Trouble with that fawning lie is that it shuts
its mind to the following host of truths about the real President Obama:
He ordered up a "stimulus” bill written entirely
by Nancy Pelosi and Harry Reid so that it could be stuffed with $800 billion
worth of the most rancid pork ever earmarked into law.
He socialized two of the nation’s auto
companies, cutting a very special deal for the union that helped send those
He worked with congressional Democrats to
provide a 10% "catch-up” increase in funding for Federal agencies and to staff
those agencies with additional employees who have sent Federal employment
numbers to record levels — while the rest of the country suffers the worst
economic downturn since the Great Depression.
He has tried to Federalize (not reform)
healthcare with an insanely expensive, madly unfair plan so full of bureaucratic
monstrosities and ugly payoffs to politicians, trial lawyers, and unions that it
has caused a political earthquake across the fifty states.
He has sent the nation’s debt climbing to levels
so menacingly high that only Paul Krugman and his ilk aren’t worried about the
looming economic and cultural calamity that lies ahead.
He has implemented policies regarding national
security and foreign affairs so dangerously dogmatic in their devotion to the
notions of the Pollyannish Left that they require enemy combatants to be read
their Miranda rights immediately upon being captured and their trails to be held
in Federal courts located in our most crowded cities.
He has appointed to important Federal positions
radicals so far-left that they make the Radic-Libs of the sixties look like
Those are the truths that David Brooks must
ignore in a piece that ends with this message to the president:
"He’s out there — that saner Ross Perot. He’s a-comin’.
The country would be better off if it were you.”
What is there to say about such hope run amok
except to advise Mr. Brooks to think about the full wisdom of the Yiddish
proverb that observes, "If my grandmother would have had testicles, she would
have been my grandfather.”
On second thought, there is nothing funny about
where Obama is taking the country.
Therefore, it is far more appropriate to suggest
Brooks meditate deeply upon two other aphorisms, the first of which was coined
by the Romans:
Pardus maculas non deponit.
(The leopard does not change his spots.)
And the second by the quintessential American
named Ben Franklin:
He that lives
upon hope will die fasting.