The Great Obama shined his Nobel Peace Prize and smirked and patted himself on the back, and then shifted his gaze toward the European Union. Those feeble and piteous citizens were shrieking and wailing and beating their breasts in lamentation over the incipient bankruptcy of their countries and their currency. Their governmental officials cried because they had no ability to cut deficits without cutting costs. And The Great Obama grinned a wide grin, and he reportedly descanted above the hubbub, "Hey, guys, we all have a stake in this."
And suddenly, like a light from above, the EU knew what to do: They praised The Great Obama for his foresight, and they magically created money that would save their countries without having to subject the populaces to the hardships of free market life. There was great rejoicing in the streets and much drinking and making merry.
Once again, all was well with the world.
In real life, it turns out that The Great Obama can speak as much as he pleases; he can reel off inspirational phrases; he can fill the air with high-falutin' rhetoric -- and yet without correct action, none of it means anything. It's worse than that -- all of the meaningless words are actually counterproductive, because they incentivize evil people to do whatever they want without fear of consequences.
It turns out that the only way to plug a hole is to plug it, not to talk about it; the only way to stop illegal immigration is to stop it, not blather about it; the only way to stop Iran is to defeat Iran, not to bluster about it; the only way to stop fiscal meltdown is to cut spending, not to bloviate about it.
But Obama's too busy up on Mount Olympus to pay attention to reality. He's content to blame others, to speak loudly and carry a toothpick. We're all paying the price for his god delusion. The only hole that needs to be plugged is his mouth.