Instapunk plays out an extended metaphor involving Cassius Clay and Sonny Liston, with Obama standing in for Sonny.
It’s hard to be the heavyweight champion. What if Obama would really prefer to be defeated and done with all the hard decisions he must know by now he isn’t qualified to make?
What if he’s in the process of taking a very elaborate dive? Think about it. He’s a dyed in the wool community organizer and his wife is now a full-time jet set vacationer with designer wardrobes and magazine covers galore. If he loses, he becomes an instant world citizen, victim of American racism and historic western imperialism. He can go back to being an ideological agitator, only on a global stage. No more having to be nice to Notre Dame moms and Texas babes in arms.
It’s not as if any of his policies or governance were ever aimed at making American life better. His stubborn refusal to move at all toward the center indicates either remarkable stupidity or a political death wish. Maybe, like Sonny Liston, he wants to exit the stage with the perception that he was never beaten, only maneuvered by sinister forces into a phony defeat.
Absurd. I know. But you’re all aware I’ll light on any excuse to show Muhammed Ali fight footage.
We’ll know if Obama’s serious, I guess, if he tries to suspend the election in the face of civil disorder, or if he wins by a huge margin.
I think the chances of a legitimate win are about zero now.