You don't tug on Superman's cape, and you don't tell Obama what to say.
He's put all the speechwriters out of work. Writes his own stuff. You know he does. If he does have speechwriters, they're all channeling him. He holds them in his thrall.
I could never sit still before, listening to Presidents speak. When Presidents speak, I leave the room. I'm funny that way.
But I do allow myself a peek, now and then, at Obama. He's on all the time! And he's chewing 'em up, out there. He's Muhammad Ali. He's Tiger Woods. He's Sidney Poitier.
Just wait until he gets a real crisis. Then you'll see. He'll be our boy on the burning deck.
But didn't that boy perish?
He was unlucky. Obama, of course, will rewrite the ending.