One of the members of the opposition party placed a twist on the old saying about the emperor without clothes, by stating that there is no emperor in the clothing, in referring to the president. When Jake, a friend sent an e-mail with the title above, an article presented itself. This US president is certainly bringing out the creativity in the citizenry, if not the oil out of the Gulf.

Plugging the leak, stopping the killing of the wildlife, walking on water, causing the waves of the ocean to rise, bringing the Olympics to Chicago, winning the war on terror, are apparently outside of the purview of the president. Even those who thought that the water walking was next on his agenda, have now disabused themselves of that idea. Even they are asking the tough questions such as why we are now in month two of the oil spill and why the folks and the wildlife, smack in the trajectory, cannot see much relief in sight. I hate to impute any evil intentions to those in the Exxon Valdes oil spill, but they must be rooting for BP, to exceed their spillage damage, in order to finally have their names drop from the “worst” category. Here we are in the 21st century, where one would have thought that the technocrats could solve any technical problem. Are all involved, BP and the US government, really knowledgeable about solving this problem? Is there sufficient determination to solve this problem? I am beginning to feel like doubting Thomasina – with good reason.

So, is the royal clothing missing its emperor? It looks like it, according to this article – The most dangerous president in history. The writer, Mr. Lamb, takes exception to the president’s verbiage about his decision to “inform” the chairman of BP to “set aside whatever resources are required to compensate the workers and business...” Give the president credit for using emperor-speak. Mere leaders “inquire” about plans to set aside resources. Emperors “inform.” The Chairman of BP took the inform (ation) to heart. His company is turning over some $20 billion to the president’s money czar. Turning over money to the president and his coterie is within the comfort zone of BP.

I have no problem with the action of the funds being set aside, even with the crude language of “informing” the Chairman of BP, what he should be doing with a private company. It is the repository to whom these funds are to be distributed – that is the problem. I am not impugning the character of the money man who will be handling the money. It is the “Caesar’s wife principle,” line that appears to be on the way to becoming obliterated. Caesar’s wife was not only to be above suspicion, but appear to be above suspicion. The administration must appear to be above suspicion and not place this money in the hands of an unelected czar, loyal only to the president. This action does not have that democratic republic good government seal of approval about it.

With each passing day, this administration takes another action that gives it the veneer of a third world dictatorship. Again, it is the appearance thing. If an alien being came from Mars and wanted to find out the caliber of the man fulfilling duties of the president, this article suggests that there is a namby pamby in the White House, by the use of the description of a “metrosexual.” What the heck is a metrosexual, anyway? Is it some version of homosexual? I have never researched it before, because I did not care. I am accustomed to being able to identify a man without a second thought.

I did look up that word and according to Dictionary.com, it means, “a heterosexual male who has a strong aesthetic sense and inordinate interest in appearance and style, similar to that of homosexual males.” OK. Now I know. Say what you will about this president. If nothing else, his term in office is causing me to learn about subjects and words about which I was hitherto uninformed, somewhat like the Chairman of BP? Let me try to put this all into my own words to see if I have a command of the article that sparked my search for knowledge, and would be able to explain to the hypothetical alien. Currently in the White House, instead of a World War II type leader, all grit and guts, we have either an aesthetically pleasing empty suit, or the emperor without clothes, running things? No wonder that oil is enjoying its un-aesthetical run through the Gulf. Maybe Laura, an e-mail pal, was correct when she quipped: “The clothes would do a better job!”

If the same alien wanted to find out how the people’s money is spent, this article about "drunken" White House parties, could certainly cause some confusion in the mind of the alien. It is causing some confusion in my mind. The President and Mrs. President spent around $10 million in one year partying to the rousing music of 27 musical acts? Are these acts performing for free, or are “we the people” paying for them to perform? Did the clothes contain an emperor at these functions? Is this the American version of Marie Antoinette’s “let them eat cake”? Do dictatorships party this much? Was my invitation lost in the mail?

I am not asking much of my president. He does not have to do anything to affect the rise and fall of the oceans. He does not have to leap tall buildings in a single bound. He does not have to personally find a cure for cancer. Neither should he become a cancer on the nation.

I expect him to project a manly image complemented with an actual record of America first policies. Hint: Stop the damn “apology tour” to tyrants, bigots, crazies, America haters, among other “notables.” While he is at it, enough with the Muslim outreach. Muslims are not stupid. They know that they are being unfairly delineated as being so unsophisticated that they need to be boxed into a special class to be treated like grade school children, lest we hurt their feelings.

Unless I am wrong, they simply want to be treated as equals. Moreover, according to this Washington Times article , the worldwide Muslim outreach has become a “fiasco.” The Muslim world is sick of those cavity-inducing overtures, especially those “how low can you go,” bows!

No, I am not preaching a policy of isolation. As a matter of fact I would like to see relations with allies strengthened. However, Victor Davis Hanson’s – The Great Anglo-American Spat does not make one confident that relations with Great Britain, will improve any time soon. At least not while that oil is “coasting” through the Gulf, and the US president is “informing” BP how to run itself, in very derogatory terms. The irony of the situation is that the British loved this particular American, as stated by the first sentence of the article: “British public opinion was wildly in favor of candidate Obama.” Then he returned that bust of Prime Minister Churchill. Is it good etiquette to return a gift that is given to the president of a nation?

I do not consider this president the “most dangerous in history” – yet. If bodies begin piling up because of “outreach” to terrorists, I may have to take a page from the little girl who called me her “bestest” friend, drop a letter from the word “friend,” and dub him the “worstest” fiend – and president. I love Mark Steyn, but I want the president to prove him wrong. In order to convince me not to agree with the negatives put forth about him, the president and his “cronies” need to stop partying “like it is 1999!” While a good percentage of us are out here, one meal away from starvation, he should at least pretend to care, by revamping the social calendar from the huge outlay of the people’s money on hosting the celebrity flavor of the month, to Netflix night at the (White) House. Remember, it is the appearance thing.

He should leave Air Force One grounded for at least one week each month, and stop spending millions to ferry him around for 10 minute speeches. One positive of those 10 minute speeches is that they say as much as the 90 minutes ones! We have heard the speechifying. There are no more thrills running up legs or any other body parts. The speeches are beginning to fall into the category of “the sound of fury signifying nothing.” We want effective democratic republic action, not action that would make a tin horn dictator proud. There is a reason why this democratic republic has stood for 233 years. It has been less talk and more action. Read about other C-I-Cs, especially those in the earlier days of the republic. Somehow, I don’t think that the term “metrosexual,” would have been apropos to describe these real men.

I could be wrong, but I don’t think that this president wants to go down in history as the president who turned the Gulf of Mexico into a "giant dead zone." He definitely does not want to forever be known as the man who trampled on the vision and execution of the Founding Fathers, by denaturing their democratic republic. To quote another president, probably the understatement of the month, that “would not be prudent.” Oh, we might want to also win that “man-made disaster,” that we used to call “War on Terror,” in Afghanistan. General McChrystal may yet be the winner in this latest crisis. Never let “a good crisis go to waste”? The crises are now one every month. The Taliban, antagonists in that “Overseas Contingency Operations,” must be having a good chuckle, as they watch “Fumble Dee,” and “Fumble Doo.”

I so want a reason to be proud of my president. I leave him with unwanted advice from this Doubting Thomasina: