When 84% of the American people, according to the AOL Hot Seat weekend poll, think a joke you cracked on late night television was either tone-deaf/insensitive or worse yet flat-out offensive then you might think you have problems. (Heh who are we kidding? You do! You do!) Just because Britain's largest daily newspaper has a top ten gaffe reel assembled, and online before your presidency is barely 60 days old, you might believe that you're the laughingstock of serious members of the world community of leaders. (Again, likely, you're right.) And when you take the time to address an Islamic Republic via YouTube (after they had been burning you in effigy for weeks) with a plea to come to the table of intellects and have a philosophical wine and cheese night about how the world looks in your unicorn-excretion of utopia, but can still hear the ripple of laughter from Tehran five days later, you might even wonder if you deserve it. (Again, batting a thousand on this one champ!)

Now if these elements composed the entire universe of faux pas committed in your time in office then you might even be able to withstand them.

But if these embarrassments followed things like giving the Prime Minister of Britain twenty-five DVD's that were not even compatible with European media players, or accepting priceless gifts from fellow heads of state that were made out of the very historical relics that loosed the chains holding freedom from people like you from being able to achieve your dreams, then it just begin to looks tacky.

But the truth is Mr. President you're not tacky.

You're cheap. Selfish. You bathe in arrogance. And your words sans teleprompter are cruel, cutting, and more times than not confusing.

I personally have received e-mail, tweets, and MySpace/facebook messages from hundreds of parents in the past 48 hours since you ridiculed retarded kids, some of whom could easily whoop you in any number of sports. For you to do it only the day before World Down's Syndrome Day is an even nicer touch. I've heard from families who have down syndrome children, one family that had three, a number of messages from families that just identified their children as challenged or disabled, and some who told me that their child's diagnosis--like my own son--was one of mental or physical retardation.

Do you know what that is Mr. President?

Literally it means "slow." You know that word right? Sort of identical to the way your economic recovery plan is working.

And not satisfied with plastering yourself on every magazine cover, seeking out the late night spotlight in ways that even make former President Clinton look chaste, frequently interrupting prime time television forcing networks to lose millions and lay people off by your demonstrable insecurity of needing people to like you, you're coming back this Tuesday night.

Now the last time you had a prime time news conference you filibustered the answering of the questions spending a full ten minutes to answer the very first one.

You also promised us something that night, sir. You promised us that your fed team, led by a man who was up until recently a tax evader, would present us a plan to save the banking system "the next morning!" You even refused to answer a question related to the issue citing the following morning's "plan."

So if someone at the press conference asks you where it is this Tuesday evening, what is there left for you to do? Drop kick an infant through the service entrance of the West Wing?

The truth is, President Obama, the number of economists that have pointed you to the proper solutions for the economy is running in the multiple of hundreds.

And yet you do not act, or when you do, it's to have your tricked out caddy pull up to the back door of NBC Los Angeles so that you can put on your collectable USC sunglasses, stroll in looking very GQ, and insult the most vulnerable amongst us.

But where is the seriousness?

Where is your plan to deal with a now nuclear boasting Iran?

Where is your plan to deal with a growing nuclear desire in North Korea? Continued...