There was fairy dust on him once. He campaigned almost in a mist, and pictures of him on the stump had a gauzy feeling to them. He spoke in meter more than in sentences, and his words had a mesmerizing effect.
Then Barack Obama became president and crashed to earth.
Mr. Obama won a second term, to be sure, but in the five years he has occupied the White House he has hardly caught a breath – or a break. Lingering economic distress. Lingering wars in central Asia. Lingering concerns about terrorism. Lingering doubts about his adaptability in the White House and his suitability as president. Could you blame the president if he lingered on the Shakespeare precept that “It is not in the stars to hold our destiny but in ourselves?”