This President and his entourage of advisors and administration personnel are, by all previous standards, a group of youngsters. In past administrations we could count - by decades, the level of experience of those in power. Today, it's similar to asking a child their age...we're counting by years and half years of experience.

While the inexperience of this clan is noteworthy, it has been hashed and rehashed a number of times, so we'll forgo this issue for the time being. The issue that faces America, at this very moment, is that there's a party going on. Two years ago the adults left Washington and left the children alone, unsupervised. Now the new kids on the block have been tearing down that house for almost 2 years and it appears that this party won't end until the authorities are called in.

I am reminded of the old Tom Cruise movie; Risky Business. While his parents leave him alone at home, T.C. lets his hair down and opts to party. To the detriment of all Americans, B.O. is now playing like T.C., but Barry's in the White House, and his destruction will go much further than just a water-filled Porsche.

It's no wonder Barry is always smiling. He knows full well that the adults have gone on vacation and they've left the house to him. He's got it for four years and there'll be no supervision, no rules, no need to answer to anybody! He gets to use all the cool stuff, like a big jet, a couple of helicopters, a bulletproof car and a security team that makes the Praetorian Guard look like Cub Scouts (no offense to the lads). He and his family have a private chef that travels with them when they take any number of vacations and date nights. He gets to throw the biggest parties and hobnob with celebrities, yet he doesn't have to answer to us. Due to the stress of the job (something every President finds) he'll be forced to relax playing golf several hundred times. National defense...merely an inconvenience. Economic destruction...he uses it as a party joke. Americans, in general...we're not worth the effort unless we're bringing the keg.

The man is in permanent party mode. Two years ago he called up a couple dozen sixties radicals, who are party hounds, and invited them into the house. To them, it's just one big celebration of his ascension to power....a massive shindig to celebrate the spoils of a collective minimal effort. He knows when the adults will return, so he can clean up some of the mess, but he truly doesn't care what it looks like when he's done, because it is us who will pay for the damage. Like most party crashers, these clowns will, over time, steal the jewelry, destroy the house and take down the neighborhood with it. I just pray that there's no sequel!