No He Can’t is an unbiased analysis of the man he called ‘one of the most dangerous politicians our generation will ever see’.
The author follows Obama’s campaign promises and his failure to keep them, describing in detail how each one was betrayed and how suddenly hope and change were empty soap boxes to all those who thought America’s messiah had risen to the occasion.
Kevin McCollough has closely assessed the 44th US president from his ascendancy which now threatens to topple over under the burden of yawning mistrust, no show and mammoth debt; he puts together pieces from campaigns, figures, nosediving economy in the face of a nation with nosediving hopes and of course, uncertainty.
Sure, I’m an Indian. The average Indian should care two hoots about Obama and his policies and how he fooled hordes into thinking he was an intelligent man who knew what he was doing.
But human behavior is a rather interesting subject. More so the man who can impress (and did) sans lack of results or managerial experience is something that begs your attention, if only for a brief while. Indian politics being what it is, reading and getting my facts straight about Barrack Obama’s presidential run topped with all the pieces the media shoved under the rug wasn’t all that boring.
Too good to be true, people said.
It was, people today agree.
After George Bush’s term scooted to an end, ardent admirers feverishly chanted for the miracle they wanted to see but refused to break down in their heads.
In addition to observing and pointing out like a sore rational thinking-thumb where the first black president went wrong, he also lays out the other cards that the Democrat government has where it stands and sinks today; McCollough outlines possible consequences past washouts might’ve had had Obama listened to anyone else while showing everyone that all hope is not lost.
You don’t see a gentleman cuddling the traumatized after a school shooting incident. You don’t see the coolest Prez ever who poses with sports people because he is so cool, you don’t see the man talking about his daughters as they grow up and what fears and apprehensions huddle around his head.
You don’t see him pose with the immaculately dressed first lady.
You see a man who has manipulated his way back to power, failed his people, failed himself; not completely, though. A stubborn guy who will pretend to listen and go ahead and do what he wanted to in the first place anyway.
If you caught yourself short of breath in the throes of the resounding victory that Barrack Obama met with both times he contested, do yourself a favor and read.
Educate yourself of all that has gone down, literally, in the past four years and then swear allegiance as you blow your horn.
The man’s like an amrikan Arnab Goswami, just doesn’t shout as much.
PS. I have been ruminating on this work for some time now, and I have begun to field the possibility that maybe my bias against the Prez is simply doing all the work for the author. I am simply allowing doubt a corner in the room. A lot of what McCollough says makes sense and there’s no denying that, but when the back cover of a book and its foreword toss around a governor’s name too often and there are no other prominent testimonials (a nicer way of saying there are none), something seems amiss.
I do not think the book is perfect, but then it is not meant to be either. It is supposed to analyse the progress Obama has charted during his two successive tenures and identify all the counts on which he failed.
But let us not forget, just like my personal bias can distort truth, so can the author’s.