Just as every cop is a criminal
And all the sinners saints
As heads is tails
Just call me Lucifer
’Cause I’m in need of some restraint.
Thus wrote Mick Jagger in “Sympathy for the Devil,” which came out in late 1968. Bobby Kennedy and Martin Luther King Jr. had been murdered that year; American cities were convulsed with rioting. LBJ had stepped aside. The Democrat convention in Chicago was taken over by the Yippies and Mayor Daly’s cops. It wasn’t Sgt. Pepper time anymore, said Jagger. The dissolution of all order is not a groovy trip at all. It’s satanic.
Rock on, but don’t forget I told you so.
Barack Obama has always loved to dissemble. He treats the ideals and mores of America, the ones that motivated generations to give their last measure of devotion, as mere memes, to be played with and discarded once they have served their purpose. Famously, he described himself as a screen onto which others project their own wishes and expectations. He allows that, not ever committing himself, always ready to say, when pinned down, that others have parsed him incorrectly, and it’s their bad. He draws a line in the sand and then blows wind over it until it disappears.
So was his foreign policy.
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