Maybe he does have a plan. President Obama, I mean, a devious, manipulative shenanigan altogether worthy of his Chicago political upbringing. I can’t guarantee it, you understand, and if you think it might work, don’t tell. We don’t want to tip anyone’s hand here. (nudge-nudge, wink-wink)
So the President sat down with a bunch of Republicrooks and hammered out an extension of the Bush tax cuts. You know, the ones which gave extra jillions of dollars to the folks who already had gazillions, that one. And those tax cuts were due to expire pretty soon. And the Rs really wanted them to continue for, say, oh, I don’t know, maybe another two years, for about as long as they think it will take for a complete conquest of the federal government, after which we’ll all be wafted up into heaven in… oops, drifting into a parallel paradise there. Sorry.
Back to the original narrative. The President wants to do the right thing, but he has Congress and the Senate and ultimately the Supremes to deal with. If he backs away now, the new House majority, abetted by a lump of… turncoat Dems in the Senate and a still-Cheneylike Court, will whup his ass and force a continuation on him.
But. (And this is the part you mustn’t tell anyone about.) Suppose the President agrees with the Rs on an extension plan. They go back to their burrows and whomp up a bill for him to sign. Put in all the stuff they want; he’s already agreed to go along. Then they send it to the White House for his signature, after which we’ll all be wafted up into… darn, there goes that dream again.
Now, here’s the catch. They send the bill over to the White House for Obama’s signature, and… he reads through it, and… says, “Shit, man, this isn’t what we agreed on. Go flunk yourselves.” And he vetoes it.
Now the Rs have to re-group to override his veto. But, although they have the votes to pass a bill, they don’t have the votes to override a veto. So the whole routine is a bust.
Of course, come next session of Congress, dudgeon, indignation and recrimination will be at all-time highs on the right side of the House. And the Senate. So what. They’ve got egg on their face instead of in their beer. (Sorry, not everyone will follow all the old-guy metaphors. Be tolerant, pretend to smile.)
Remember, don’t tell anyone.