Obama came into office drunk on his own hype. He thought that he was bigger than the job; that his charisma and cool alone could shape history. (“This campaign is about you,” his campaign’s website said. That’s a good tip-off: whenever someone says that it’s not about them, it’s always, always about them.) Now, he’s a human being: nobody — not me, not you, and not Barack Obama — can be anesthetized from the egomania that must come with reading about how his words and deeds can shape a generation’s legacy. But whose idea was it, after all, to send a man with such an astonishingly thin paper trail to lead Western civilization during a period of war and recession? Well, it was his. It was Obama’s idea. The thing about our system is this: you don’t inherit the job. It doesn’t fall into your lap. In the final analysis, you nominate yourself for the job. Obama kicked off his own campaign from Illinois in January 2007. He’d been in high office for two years, and already he’d decided that he was such an important figure that he really ought to be president.
Almost. I think that what happened to then-Senator Obama was that he figured that running for President in 2008 would at least give him a shot at the Vice President slot; or failing that, the governorship of Illinois in 2010. So he let the power-gamers running his campaign set up a strategy that would maximize his chances… and hoo, boy, did they ever! Then Hillary imploded, and then forty years of conditioned appearance-of-racism-avoidance reflexes took over in the Democratic party elite, and then, well, we maybe weren’t at our best in 2008, and you know the rest.
PS: The suggestion to ‘get a dog’ is kind of funny, given that the President has one – which he promptly named after himself. I sometimes wish that I had taken a psychology course in college; it’d allow me to make pop-psychology comments on things like that with a straight face.