I think I’m in good company when I make the assertion that the MSM is a major (if not the pre-eminent) reason why Barack H. Obama is sitting in the Oval Office. Were it not for the tireless efforts of the left leaning, W hating, big government loving talking heads, scribblers, and commentators, The One would still be the junior Senator from Illinois and we’d be reading commentary about John McCain’s gruff nature and the horrible southwest color scheme Cindy had picked out for the White House china.

I also submit there is a small but growing MSM contingent which is increasingly afflicted with buyer’s remorse as they realize what an incompetent bumbling team of morons came to DC on the Team Obama bus. The identity of one of those MSM scribblers just might surprise you.

So, in honor of New Year’s Eve-Eve, let’s play a game. I’m going to cite a few paragraphs from the scribbler in question and you get to guess who it is. No fair using Google or any other means of electronic searching. Ready? Here you go:

Even before a Nigerian with Al Qaeda links tried to blow up a Northwest Airlines jet headed to Detroit, travelers could see we had made no progress toward a technologically wondrous Philip K. Dick universe.

We seemed to still be behind the curve and reactive, patting down grannies and 5-year-olds, confiscating snow globes and lip glosses.

Instead of modernity, we have airports where security is so retro that taking away pillows and blankies and bathroom breaks counts as a great leap forward.

If we can’t catch a Nigerian with a powerful explosive powder in his oddly feminine-looking underpants and a syringe full of acid, a man whose own father had alerted the U.S. Embassy in Nigeria, a traveler whose ticket was paid for in cash and who didn’t check bags, whose visa renewal had been denied by the British, who had studied Arabic in Al Qaeda sanctuary Yemen, whose name was on a counterterrorism watch list, who can we catch?

Before he left for vacation, Obama tried to shed his Spock mien and juice up the empathy quotient on jobs. But in his usual inspiring/listless cycle, he once more appeared chilly in his response to the chilling episode on Flight 253, issuing bulletins through his press secretary and hitting the links. At least you have to seem concerned.

On Tuesday, Obama stepped up to the microphone to admit what Janet Napolitano (who learned nothing from an earlier Janet named Reno) had first tried to deny: that there had been “a systemic failure” and a “catastrophic breach of security.”

But in a mystifying moment that was not technically or emotionally reassuring, there was no live video and it looked as though the Obama operation was flying by the seat of its pants.

Citing the attempt of the Nigerian’s father to warn U.S. authorities six months ago, the president intoned: “It now appears that weeks ago this information was passed to a component of our intelligence community but was not effectively distributed so as to get the suspect’s name on a no-fly list.”
In his detached way, Spock was letting us know that our besieged starship was not speeding into a safer new future, and that we still have to be scared.

Heck of a job, Barry.

You get three guesses, all of which I can almost guarantee will be erroneous. Give up. Ok, I’ll tell you.

None other than Maureen Dowd of the New York Times. How’s that for a surprise?