Elitist self-regard
You know, His Obamaness is a confident guy. His acolytes attribute virtual omnipotence to him, and one gets the sense that he’d rarely refute such claim, other than with a backhanded dismissal insinuating it’s not that he couldn’t do it, it’s that you need to realize that he shouldn’t do it, Grasshopper.
In this, he’s a useful synecdoche for the whole political class who make their careers in politics or para-political occupations, usually with—at best—a law degree or a poli-sci master’s from an Ivy in their pocket. Career in business? Who needs it! Ph.D. in history? Bah, who needs to know what happened? Run a farm? A body shop? An exterminator business—oh, hey, Tom Delay. Bad example.
The most spectacular example of this “I did well on my SATs so I should be able to tell doctors how to practice medicine or physicists which energy technology to pursue” mentality that I’ve seen of late is that apparently this guy is now in charge of GM. He’s thirty-one. Never held a private-sector job. Child of professors. Middlebury. Lefty think-tanks. Part of a Yale Law degree. And “neither a formally trained economist nor a business school graduate, and who never spent much time flipping through the endless studies about the future of the American and Japanese auto industries.”
Behold! The power of networking! Smarts trump knowledge!
God help us.
Don’t ask impertinent questions like that jackass Adept Lu.