by Tanya Simon

The old saying “Give a man enough rope and he’ll hang himself” has been proven to Barack Hussein Obama. Someone should have warned him to plaster those words in every room of his and Michelle’s mansion, because a political noose awaits anyone who makes a bid for President of the United States.

Over the decades, the length of this rope-a-dope has varied – its measurement depending upon the candidate’s emotional stability (or instability), practical knowledge and know-how. No contender escapes its grip, and none are immune to the burns they cause, because they’re cabled with the same callous tension: blatant criticism from the opposition, party dissension, the digging up of dark secrets and mischief, unscrupulous media hounds, and self-inflicted wounds – to name a few.

It has been just so for Obama, and more so. From the start, this tadpole imagined himself more than a presidential contender; he presented himself as the prince of the people – and princes expect to be coddled and crowned.

Obama seemed to forget that America is not a monarchy, and monarchies are forbidden under the laws of the Republic on which we stand. He was surprised when his regal attitude became an immediate target for core conservatives and straight-thinking democrats to take aim at.

No one was surprised when those marksmen were accused of being whacked-out hate mongers. But that, like the sun rising every morning, was to be expected.

What the accusers never considered is the one unbendable requirement for the office of the President: hardcore qualifications.

Neither Obama nor his hangers-on expected that qualifications would be part of his equation. He prances on with the stilted belief that his over-hyped popularity and his long-winded hyperbole will give him a miss on this condition.

Obama survived most of the muggings thanks to the liberal MSM’s return fire of frayed rhetoric to confuse viewers, listeners, critics, and primary voters. There were also the swarms of his disciples who threw their reputations in his path to take the bullet. That worked for a while. But despite his trainloads of luck, Obama’s support and luck are petering out.

Closer scrutiny of B. Hussein Obama has now revealed the following:

- His leadership skills and experience are deficient.

- His credibility is anemic.

- His lemonade-stand approach to national defense and security, on Iran, on the war on terror in general, on the state of the economy, and on holding down taxes, etc., etc., is a shaggy dog.

The so-called inspiration for his list of dreamy changes has shrunk due to his contradictory statements and failure in being forthcoming about his personal history with a lunatic posing as a pastor.

Following that “pastor’s” initial attacks on America, Obama’s rationalization and justification of that man’s immoralities produced ripples and then waves of doubt and mistrust over his eligibility for the White House.

The final blow came in April. The pastor reemerged and appeared at the National Press Club during which he continued to profane this country. With that, the curtain is ringing down on Obama’s act.

The ground where the senator from Illinois stands was always too unstable for him to take a run at the Presidency. He proved it with his response of being both outraged and saddened after the pastor’s Press Club appearance. (In reality, you can be livid or sad, not both simultaneously – unless you’re one “slick Willie.”)

Obama made the run anyway, which is his right. To everyone’s amazement he boosted himself to center-stage but with silky speechifying. His rallies boggled the mind. They remind me of Verdi operas: an eye and ear-full, energetic, colorful – but still only opera.

Luck and being a talented conversationalist has brought him this far. But luck and storytelling is short-lived. An important point is no degree of earnestness on Obama’s part has convinced conservatives and far-sighted democrats that he can ever make credible the changes he proposes, though some of those slogans might actually look nice on a throw pillow.

As for the political noose: It’s not being yanked on by anyone across the Senate aisle, or by any of those “nasty” conservative talk radio pundits, or even by the Clinton camp. The person with one hand on the political noose and the other on the trapdoor mechanism is none other than a hangman in the prince’s royal retinue:

Obama’s own “prime minister,” Jeremiah Wright.