"My Name Is Barack Obama, And I'm An Obamaholic." "Hi, Barack!"

For Jonah Goldberg at NRO, it's more of his great "More Cowbell" analogy.

"In his first year as president, Obama has broken all records for talking directly to the American people. According to CBS News, he has delivered 411 public “speeches, comments, and remarks” and 158 interviews — more than one public statement per day and roughly an interview every other day.

The supposedly aloof Obama already personalizes things more than a host on The View. Every address is so laden with “me,” “myself,” and “I,” you’d think he was trying to fix the economy with a massive stimulus of personal pronouns."

For Linda Chavez at Townhall, it a really good article about tone deafness.

"The president gave only 411 speeches during his first 365 days in office; that's barely more than one a day. Maybe if he'd given two a day, the American people would have gotten through their thick skulls that he knows what's good for them, even if they don't like it. Maybe he should have talked more about health care; he made only 52 speeches or statements urging health care reform during his first year. Surely, if he'd talked about it more often or explained it a little better, Americans would be clamoring to turn their health care over to the government."

For my part, Obama reminds me of some of my old friends describing their rides through Substance Abuse Land, especially the drinking. Long and wildly entertaining stories accompanied by long and astonishing quantities of booze ingested, but in the end, the reason for feeling so shitty the next morning? "Musta been the sausage on the pizza we got."

Me: "But didn't you say you drove his car into the lake?"

They: "Oh yeah."

Me: "So how did the sausage make you do that?"

They: "Oh, it didn't, of course, that was the booze. But you can't admit that to yourself, because then you have identified the problem and you'd have to do something about it."

Me: "So you're waking up and vomiting 6 days out of 7, you're on a first name basis with half the local cops, you're covered in bruises and scratches, and you honestly think the real problem is your late night snacking choices?"

They: "Musta been the sausage."

When Republicans were getting their asses kicked at the polls in 2006 and 2008, conservatives and Republicans and libertarians and independents were very clear. They'd get on the radio or the teevee, or write an editorial, or go on the youtubernet, or post on their blog, and it was always something to the effect of "Mr. Republican, you do some things I kinda like, and you say you want to do some other things I kinda like, and I know the other guys will never ever do much of anything I like, but I'm holding you down on the ground and speed-bagging you in the junk because you're not listening: Stop growing government, and stop spending our money so stupidly."

The message was clear. The message was constant. The message was simple. And it seems that maybe, just maybe, the message was heard. The Republicans trying to stay in office and get in office are running on pretty simple messages of smaller, less-intrusive government and fiscal responsibility. They know why they drove their buddy's car into the lake, and they know why they woke up puking, and they're not blaming the sausage, not a one of them.

Even some of the current Democrats are looking around and surreptitiously asking their buddies if they're "a friend of Bill's (Clinton)" because they know that one of their favorite cars is headed for the bottom of a lake right quick.

But the prez is still convinced that it's something he ate. We're not rejecting his message because we've heard it and think it's awful, we're rejecting it because we're angry at President Bush, or we're mad at "fat cat bankers", or because we're just plain stupid.

But Mr. President, we're not any of those things. We get what you want, and where you want to take this country, and we simply don't like it. We don't want you driving our car into the lake and we'll keep denying you the power to do so every chance we get.

Mr. President, stop blaming the sausage, and admit you have a problem.