Stuart Schneiderman gets all Freudian about Obama:
In the end the American people bought an illusion, an illusion of competence and eptitude. They were wrong, and thus, they are getting screwed.
(Hat-tip: Insty.) But what about those of us who never bought the illusion? Why are we forced to suffer a fate that we tried to warn against? Why aren’t people who voted for Obama — and the pundits who urged them to do so — being held accountable for their error?
And let’s not let Republicans off the hook. Someone needs to go back and collect all the quotes from conservative pundits who, from 2007 on through Super Tuesday in 2008, assured us that John McCain would be a good presidential candidate.
Many of those pundits urged Republicans to back McCain because they assumed Hillary Clinton would be the Democrat nominee. Arguably McCain could have won that matchup, although I still insist Romeny was the better all-around candidate.
But McCain vs. Obama? No way.
The visuals were all wrong: Young, tall, brown and eloquent vs. old, short, bald and grumpy.
There was a glimmer of Republican hope in summer 2008, when Obama made that stupendously pretentious trip to Berlin, and then a real surge when McCain picked Palin as his running mate. But once Maverick backed the Bush bailout and especially after America saw the two guys on the same stage in the first debate — oh, it was hopeless.
Yet Republicans who actively promoted John McCain as the nominee (or who unwittingly did so, by backing Giuliani or Huckabee, rather than uniting behind Romney as the “Anybody But McCain” consensus) want to exempt themselves from culpability for Obama’s election.
And I’m still bitter about it.
Every time I see those Maverick-loving pundits sharing their “strategic insights” on our current predicament, I want to shout at the TV or computer: “Yeah, putz? Why should we believe a word you say now, when three years ago you were telling us about how that two-faced backstabbing RINO geezer was a surefire winner in 2008?”
Don’t Blame Me. I Voted for Bob Barr.