WSJ: OBAMA WORST PRESIDENT FOR MIDDLE CLASS 'IN MODERN TIMES'

[Geee]

Breitbart:

The Wall Street Journal published a lead editorial on Thursday that responded harshly to President Barack Obama's new series of economic speeches. "The President called his speech 'A Better Bargain for the Middle Class,' but no President has done worse by the middle class in modern times," the editorial noted.

The article went on to highlight several key areas in which the Obama presidency has harmed middle-class Americans.

The economy has become more unequal under Obama. "For four and a half years, Mr. Obama has focused his policies on reducing inequality rather than increasing growth," the Journal notes. "The predictable result has been more inequality and less growth." The rich have done well; the middle class has struggled.

 

[SrWoodchuck]

We are all becoming Obamunism's "Middle Class".....one large proletariat that is only separated by the divide between us & the ruling elite.

[NCTexan]

Like Rush has said for years about The Zero:

 

Words, words, words...

 

This week it's "The Middle Class".... Last week it was "The Working Class"... Next week it will be something about "The Rich"

 

The definition of each changes depending on the ears that he wants to tickle on a particular day. And anyway, he doesn't mean a damn word that he says. Furthermore, it doesn't matter what he may have said about it a week before. Reality is just for the moment that the word is thrown at us.

 

In Zero's profound oratory, words are meaningless and only exist for the sound they make.

 

He's really the Jabberwocky president.

 

 

Jabberwocky
By Lewis Carroll
’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

“Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!”

He took his vorpal sword in hand;
Long time the manxome foe he sought—
So rested he by the Tumtum tree
And stood awhile in thought.

And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.

“And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!”
He chortled in his joy.

’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.