Can We Trade Barack Obama for "Casey the Punisher" and a Politician to Be Named Later?

I was perusing the political cartoons all over the Internet when I came upon inspiration extraordinaire! There, on Townhall.com was found my muse - a childlike Obama (as if it takes a cartoon to imagine that scene!) sitting in the rear seat of his limo, his young butt strapped into his little kiddie car seat with steering wheel, "vrooom, vrooom," emanating from his flapping lips as he makes the car engine sound little kids like to imitate when they pretend they are grown ups, and so it is with or own man child.

Then my mind flashed to my new hero, "Casey The Punisher" and I daydreamed for a second or two...what if we could trade our ego inflated man child president for a meek, child man? I chuckled, enjoying the image of a boy not pretending to be anything at all, who through circumstance, had the tough of adulthood thrust upon him, versus our child playing grown up. I am of the firm mind Casey the Punisher could certainly do no worse than Barack Obama has done as president. At least if Casey screws the pooch he can chalk it up to inexperience, as opposed to our man child who has never been at fault for anything...just ask him, he'll tell ya!

Casey the Punisher is meeting manhood. Obama had it slip past him one night. Casey met adversity at every turn with seemingly no one to turn to, whereas Barack told Maureen Dowd not to make fun of his big ears, cause ya know, he doesn't like it. I guess good old Casey loved to be hit, ridiculed, made to feel small and all the rest, despite what I'm sure were his quiet pleas to be left in peace.

Lucky us, we have the mouth that roared that he was "[who] we've been waiting for." The one who'd see the seas stop rising; the one who'd heal the planet. A man not of a small nation, but one of the Earth! A man whose insight, intellect and abilities outshone those of all the rest of we mere mortals. One who would come once a generation, perhaps only once per century. Perhaps, like the original Messiah, one who'd only show up once thus far on Man's doorstep.

When Obama speaks of the United States as if it were a place he loved I feel a sick rise in my throat that I must fight to keep from turning into a full blown technicolor yawn. When he talks tough I feel as if I am watching an actor...a bad one. Obama always looks pained when he has to talk about the great Untied States, for he doesn't truly believe a word that rolls from his mouth. He is as I wrote yesterday, not a patriot. He chokes on it whenever he has to dare discuss it.

We need Casey because of his humility and because he rose to meet adversity as would a man...forced to a decision he'd rather not make, but made when thrust upon him. He didn't run and hide. He stood his ground, tried to make the best of the situation and only when forced with no other option but to defend himself did we see just who he was and exactly what he was capable of. I'd take Casey in a pinch before I'd take Barack and all that educated incapacity, nuance and pretend bravado.

Or we could keep our own, we his "Rainman" to his idiot savant. Our own prevaricating, stumbling fool who believed his own hype, which more than likely he authored anyway. He reminds me of one who writes their own bio in the third person, as if it were others whose glowing remarks elevated his self worth. BS. He is a snake oil salesman and there are one lot of idiots who don't know better than to drink form that bottle of elixir ...dolts!

Lastly, to wear this analogy thin, I see Obama as the bully kid having the poor judgment to take on Casey, or in this analogy, the United States. There's Barry, imagining himself fit to take on something so big and powerful as this great nation. We will survive this little pipsqueak just as Casey survived his.

We need our own Casey The Punisher and not a little kid riding in the back seat making "vrooom, vrooom," noises as the grown up world moves outside his window. Casey, where are you when we need ya?