Why Obama caved
I’ve just learned that blind people can ride bikes. That’s right. They’re riding blind. They use a technique called “echoing,” which is what bats use to direct their flight so they don’t crash into cave walls, people on bikes or politicians in debates. So “blind as a bat” is no longer negative or pejorative. Bats are sensitive to sound, and so am I. The President must be sensitive as well. He didn’t want to come out of his cave.
I’m sensitive to the sound of the voice as well as the rhythm. Watching the presidential debates, I was tempted to change the channel. I even checked the TV Guide to see what else was on, but no, I stayed with the debates and Romney’s irritating voice. Never mind what he was saying, things like Obama care is bad but Romney care is good. Impartial fact-checkers have proven these plans are essentially the same, but Romney says his plan was right for states but not for the entire nation. I’m tired of hearing about states’ rights. If it were up to the states, we’d still have slavery. And guess who wouldn’t be Mr. President?
So I wasn’t listening to what Romney was saying (I knew it would be the opposite of what he said yesterday.) but rather to how he said it. He must have been anxious to be seen as “presidential,” whatever that means, but did he have to be so wired, as if he were on some kind of high?
If he were in a street brawl, he’d be the guy to throw the first punch while his opponent was taking off his jacket with his arms trapped behind his back. Mitt’s voice made me want to scratch myself. It made my heart race. Why was he so agitated? Did he spend the night before the debate in Starbucks, sampling everything they make? He was jumpy and relentless as he went on the warpath, and he couldn’t be stopped by the mousy moderator who caved and let Mitt run the show.
Now I can understand why Mitt was quick to criticize the State Department for trying to smooth over the eruption caused by the anti-Islam video that was purportedly the reason behind the Libyan ambassador’s death. It’s because this is Mitt’s nature: He’s quick on the draw, the better to make money on the stockmarket. If you thought George W. Bush was a cowboy, meet quick Mitt.
He makes Bush look like the cowboy in “Brokeback Mountain”. Mitt is more like the quick-fingered Richard Widmark shooting an opponent in the back or pushing a woman in a wheelchair down a flight of stairs. The President, however, looked uncomfortable like he was in a coffin. And I know why. Mitt’s voice, his secret weapon, shot the President down as he cringed behind the lecturn as if he was in the back seat of a car or a box seat at the theater.
If Quick Mitt is elected president by voters blinded by a win-by-any-means mentality, who have nothing to gain and everything to lose, we’re in trouble. There’re no weapons in the White House, but there is a phone that Mitt could use to quickly give a final, fatal order. Or he could spare the generals the sound of his frantic voice and just press that red button on his desk. What a sound that would make!
John Cappelletti, ST
Peter Cooper: Then vs. now
First of all, let me acknowledge being one of those detested NOPs (Nasty Old Persons) residing in Peter Cooper since the halcyon days of Met Life. I can still summon up memories of what it once looked like, with a physical beauty unmatched in this city. Its lawns and encircling hedge rows flourished, protected by low and unobtrusive fences. How unlike the present!
Case in point. Now when looking out over the once great lawn between 541 East 20th Street and 8 Peter Cooper Road, one sees scarred and broken hedge rows that have not been replaced in more than two years! The empty spaces are now a major dog toilet and a convenient access point to the lawn for bicycles, tricycles and baby carriages.
When was this lawn declared an adjunct playground? And let’s not forget the picnickers — wherever they have come from, bearing food and beer. They are good news for the rats that now dine on leftovers in the evening.
Recently, I commented to a young Stuy Town friend (and yes, NOPs do communicate with non-geriatrics) that there seem to be a steady stream of visitors from Stuy Town using the lawn and surrounding walkways for sports, pre-schooler scooter racing and just hanging out. He readily acknowledged this with the explanation that: “Your security is so much looser than ours. It’s more of a fun place to be!”
So there you have it, unless and until management behaves managerial.
Name withheld, PCV