A little country wisdom for Barry

I was thinking upon eating crow here recently. We’ve all had to do it from time to time, and it’s never fun.
Admitting you’re wrong has got to be the hardest thing anyone ever has to do.
As adults we do it all the time, even if it’s just in having accidentally hurt someone close to you’s feelings.
I’ve noticed a genuine lack of this ability in our president.
Barack Obama reminds me of a few young folks in their early 20s I know. He’s incapable of admitting wrong doing even when caught red handed.
His poll numbers are in the crapper,Rasmussen reports only 23 percent of registered voters strongly approve of his job performance. Nearly half, 46 percent, strongly disapprove and well over half, 56 percent at least somewhat disapprove of what he’s been up to.
He’s facing a tough reelection campaign and the current likely Republican nominee Texas Gov. Rick Perry is known to be a tough campaigner.

Given that he has to know he’s about to get his proverbial butt kicked up between his equally proverbial (and large) ears one would think he’d start to wonder if eating some crow wasn’t such a bad idea at this point.
He could probably get himself reelected if he went in front of the American people and said “you know that stimulus thing? Yeah, didn’t work, my bad. Oh, and that whole health care thing? Yeah, not looking like such a hot idea either. Spending a lot of other people’s money sure seemed like a fun thing to do but it sure didn’t work out very well.”
This is what an adult would do.
No our boy Barry.
No, his response to having our credit downgraded is to blame the credit rating agencies and have a party on the taxpayers and then go on vacation.
It’s never his policies which were a bad idea. It’s always that we’re too stupid to understand what he’s trying to do. Or that those eville Tea Party types are holding him down.
Or we’re racist.
Whatever.
Here’s a little down-home wisdom from a Western Kansas redneck.
Earth to Barack — real men admit when they’re wrong. They accept responsibility for their actions. They try to fix it when they screw the pooch, and then they try to learn from their mistakes.
I know from the time you were just a little whipper snapper, your hippy momma whom I’m sad to say was from my home state of Kansas, told you you were something special. She obviously bought into all the crap Dr. Benjamin Scott was peddling and made sure to never damage your self-esteem. We know the ways have been greased for you your entire life.
Son, you now have the hardest job in the world, and you’re doing a lousy job of work.
It’s not too late to fix it. It starts by admitting you’re wrong, then asking some people who disagree with you what to do. You got yourself surrounded by yes-men and that ain’t good. Get you a few people who don’t think you walk on water, people who ain’t afraid to tell you when they think you’re being an idiot, and then listen to them.
It’ll do you a world of good to get your butt chewed now and then, remind you you’re only human, whatever the media tells you.
It may be too late to save your job, son. In fact it, probably is, but it ain’t too late for you to grow up and be a man.