The best president of the future

Que sera sera

One occasionally wishes the great visionary would take his eye off the far distant horizon to focus on the humdrum present where the rest of us have the misfortune to live.

By MARK STEYN 

One of the reasons why Barack Obama is regarded as the greatest orator of our age is that he's always banging on about some other age yet to come – e.g., the Future! A future of whose contours he is remarkably certain and boundlessly confident: The future will belong to nations that invest in education because the children are our future, but the future will not belong to nations that do not invest in green energy projects because solar-powered prompters are our future, and, most of all, the future will belong to people who look back at the Obama era and marvel that there was a courageous far-sighted man willing to take on the tough task of slowing the rise of the oceans because the future will belong to people on viable land masses. This futuristic shtick is a cheap'n'cheesy rhetorical device (I speak as the author of a book called "After America," whose title is less futuristic than you might think) but it seems to play well with the impressionable Obammysoxers of the press corps.
And so it was with President Obama's usual visionary, inspiring, historic, etc, address to the U.N. General Assembly the other day: "The future must not belong to those who bully women," he told the world, in a reference either to Egyptian clitoridectomists or the Republican Party, according to taste. "The future must not belong to those who target Coptic Christians," he added. You mean those Muslim guys? Whoa, don't jump to conclusions. "The future must not belong to those who slander the Prophet of Islam," he declared, introducing to U.S. jurisprudence the novel concept of being able to slander a bloke who's been dead for getting on for a millennium-and-a-half now. If I understand correctly the cumulative vision of the speech, the future will belong to gay feminist ecumenical Muslims. You can take that to the bank. But make no mistake, as he would say, and in fact did: "We face a choice between the promise of the future or the prisons of the past, and we cannot afford to get it wrong." Because if we do, we could spend our future living in the prisons of the past, which we forgot to demolish in the present for breach of wheelchair-accessibility codes.

And the crowd went wild! Well, OK, they didn't. They're transnational bureaucrats on expense accounts, so they clapped politely, and then nipped out for a bathroom break before the president of Serbia. But, if I'd been one of the globetrotting bigwigs fortunate enough to get an invite – the Prime Minister of Azerbaijan, say, or the Deputy Tourism Minister of Equatorial Guinea – I would have responded: Well, maybe the future will belong to those who empower women and don't diss Mohammed. But maybe it'll belong to albino midgets who wear pink thongs. Who knows? Que sera sera, whatever will be will be, the future's not ours to see. But one thing we can say for certain is that the future will not belong to broke losers. You're the brokest guy in the room, you're the President of Brokistan. You've got to pay back 16 trillion dollars just to get back to having nothing, nada, zip. Who the hell are you to tell us who the future's going to belong to?

The excitable lads around the globe torching American embassies with impunity seem to have figured this out, even if the striped-pants crowd at Turtle Bay are too polite to mention it. Obama is not the President of the Future. He is President right now, and one occasionally wishes the great visionary would take his eye off the far distant horizon where educated women and fire-breathing Imams frolic and gambol side by side around their Chevy Volts, to focus on the humdrum present where the rest of us have the misfortune to live.

In the America over which Barack Obama has the tedious chore of actually presiding, second-quarter GDP growth was revised down from 1.7 percent to 1.3 percent – or, for in layman's terms, from "barely detectable" to "comatose." Orders of durable goods fell by 13.2 percent – or, as Obama would say, the future must not belong to people who own household appliances. Growth of capital stock (which basically measures investment in new equipment and software – or, as Obama would put it, investment in "the future") is at its lowest since records began. There are 261,000 fewer payroll jobs than when Obama took office – in a nation where (officially) 100,000 immigrants arrive every month. A few weeks ago, an analysis of government employment data by the nation's oldest outplacement firm, Challenger, Gray & Christmas, discovered that, of the 4,319,000 new American jobs created since January 2010, 2,998,000 – or about 70 percent – went to people aged 55 or older. This is a remarkable statistic, even in a land of 31-year-old schoolgirls like Sandra Fluke. You'd almost begin to get the vague, unsettling feeling that the future does not belong to Americans aged 54 and younger.

No doubt living in Obama's future will be peachy. But in the meantime we have to live in his present – the one he's nominally in charge of, the only one available. It is tempting to compare him to a great magician, artfully producing flags of many lands from his breast pocket while misdirecting the audience. In fact, Obama's misdirection isn't even that good: In essence, he's promising to perform spectacular tricks at some unspecified point in the future even as he stands on stage with an empty top hat, and the girl in spangled tights he sawed in half is bleeding all over the floor.

Two weeks ago in this space, I wrote that, in striking contrast to the official line, the Benghazi slaughter was not a spontaneous movie review that got a little out of hand but a catastrophic security breach and humiliating fiasco for the United States. Even more extraordinary, on Sept. 14, fewer than two dozen inbred, illiterate goatherds pulled off the biggest single destruction of U.S. airpower since the Tet Offensive in 1968, breaking into Camp Bastion (an unfortunate choice of name) in Afghanistan, killing Lieutenant-Colonel Christopher Raible, and blowing up a squadron's worth of Harriers. And, even though it was the third international humiliation for the United States in as many days, it didn't even make the papers. Because the court eunuchs at the media are too busy drooling over Obama's appearance as what he calls "eye candy" on the couch between Barbara and Whoopi.

Eye candy is in the eye of the beholder. And to the baying mob from Tunis to Jakarta those dead Americans and al-Qaida flags over U.S. embassies and an entire USMC air squadron reduced to charred ruins are a veritable Willie Wonka production line of eye candy. To the president, they're just "bumps in the road" to the sunlit uplands of "the future." Forward! Obama has lived on "the promise of the future" all his life – Most Promising Columbia Grad of 1983, Most Promising Community Organizer of 1988, Most Promising Fake Memoirist of 1995, Most Promising Presidential Candidate of 2008 ... The rest of us, alas, have to live in the present that he has made, which is noticeably short of promise. The Chinese Politburo get it, Czar Putin in the Kremlin gets it, and even the nutters doing the "Death to the Great Satan!" dance on the streets of Cairo and Lahore get it. On Nov. 6, we will find out whether the American people do.