The Intervention

I always thought the Clintons had a lock on the “I feel your pain” game, but now they are the ones feeling the pain.

Because Oprah Winfrey, that Goddess of Empathy, has now decreed that Barack Obama is her political best-seller. Game over. 

We may as well start planning for the government of President Obama and Vice President Winfrey. Or will it be the other way around?

Imagine the social scene. Banquets featuring a dizzying variety of arugula. Wine will be replaced by whine as conversations focus not on policy, but what it all means.

No longer will it matter what the financial cost of a program will be, or the international cost. It’ll be all about the emotional cost. Decisions will be based on a new standard: “If it’s not a weeper, it’s not a keeper.”

The Cabinet? Well, there are certainly enough talk show hosts and hostesses to fill the Cabinet. Hell, there are enough to fill a stadium. They’d meet every day, of course. The meetings would be televised and shown as ratings leads to the local newscasts. What a revolutionary idea!

You scoff. But all along, Obama’s theme is that experience doesn’t matter, that change is needed. This will be change all right. With Queen Oprah at his side, we are in for a wild ride. She would call it an emotional roller coaster.