Will This Be On The Final?

Bald Eagle Press ^ | 2/1/2010 | Michael Di Domenico

[Michael Di Domenico]

When Professor Obama finally stepped away from the lectern after Wednesday night’s State of the Union, I felt a sudden hankering to amble across campus to the dining hall for some late chow. No doubt, if I were still in college, the cafeteria fare would have been more flavorful than the lecture, which was like trying to ingest wallpaper paste.

We’ve all seen the picture of Professor Obama at the blackboard, chalk in hand, but nothing in that still, silent shot of the man, could have allowed us to understand how absolutely dull his class would be. We have an idea now, don’t we?

Before Wednesday, many would have believed that the teleprompter-enhanced Obama from the campaign trail could waltz into a classroom and mesmerize an audience of eager young minds. Oh, how lucky they would be! The reality, like so many things with Professor Obama, is far from that as we’ve recently learned that he can’t even talk to a group of elementary school kids without the Teleprompter of the United States at hand.

Progressive loyalists wouldn’t be swayed by the boredom of the Congressional lecture last Wednesday. They’d sign up for that class, if for no other reason, than to tell everyone else they were in it, as a status symbol. Every example of success with the progressive seems to be symbolic, while the very real and often tragic fallout is somehow disconnected from its logical cause. Between ultimate Frisbee games in the quad, his students, or better, his clones, would engage in deep discussions about the grandeur of “Professor O’s” progressive finesse. The rest of the student body would continue with their Obama-free education, planning to take on the world as most have, pragmatically, with eyes open.