he’s not spoiled, he always smells this way

I’ve been sitting with this one now for several days.

The “I’d the decider” comment from our Sock Puppet in Chief has been gnawing at me. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it, but I knew there was something more there than just the sheer stupidity of the President of the United States uttering something so incredibly inane.

And then it came to me. It wasn’t the “I’m the decider” line that had me going at all. Stupid as it was, it wasn’t all that revealing from the man who gave our lexicon a word like “Strategery.”

No, the line that’s been gnawing at me is the other one. It’s when the President of the United States says “I get to decide” that I get nervous.

You see, someone working out of the Oval Office who has some concept of the job would have told that reporter that it was his (or her) responsibility to make that decision. That holding the office of President of the United States made him the ultimately responsible party in whatever undertaking a member of his Cabinet makes.

But no.

George W. Bush treats the job like the Birthday Boy at Chuck E. Cheese. “I get to decide.” As in “I get to sit in the front seat!” or “I get to pick the pizza!” Take away that right and he might very well hold his breath until he turns blue.

We need a President who understands the magnitude of the office and the consequences that are brought to bear each and every time a decision is made. Not a spoiled little kid protecting the remote control.

More soon.