On Saturday mornings, I love to watch reruns of the TV Western “The Rifleman.” Each show is a little moral fable, with Chuck Connors’s widowed rancher and crack shot, Lucas McCain, teaching his son, Mark, about actions and consequences.
If you neglect to do this now, you will pay a penalty later. If a corner is cut here, you will regret it there.
The president might want to catch some shows, as the lame duck’s chickens come home to roost.
At this pivotal moment for his legacy at home and abroad, his future reputation is mortgaged to past neglect.
Like Prufrock, Obama must wonder if the moment of his greatness is flickering.
The president descended from the mountain for half an hour on Thursday evening, materializing at Nationals Park to schmooze with Democrats and Republicans at the annual congressional baseball game.
It was the first time he had deigned to drop by, and the murmur went up, “Jeez. Now? Really?”