Let it be.

Pssst.

Republicans. Come on over here. Even you Tea Party folks, come here. I want to let you in on a little secret. Here you go:

This President is perfectly capable of failing on his own. 

He does not need your help.

In fact, every time you try to push him down, you instead prop him up.

As we head into the 50th Anniversary of the Beatles historic concert tour of North America next year, you should take a cue from one of their better known tunes: “Let it Be.” 

In times of trouble, let it be. Let it be. Let it be. Let it be.

No more hearings.

No more Government shut downs.

No more threats. No more theater.

The Affordable Care Act? What you like to call “ObamaCare?” Guess what? It was ALWAYS going to be a disaster - particularly in its early days. You actually got that right. The Administration knew that too. Why do you think they kept pushing statutory deadlines back?

Now we are seeing what you have been telling us. But you know what? We would have seen it a month earlier if you had not shut the government down. This disaster started from Day One: October 1st. But no one noticed because they were too busy talking about the shut down and wondering whether we would default on our debt. I am not just guessing about that. The Kaiser Health Tracking Poll for October out on November 1st showed that “More than four in ten (44 percent) say they have followed the fight over the federal government shutdown and raising the debt ceiling “very closely,” while half that many (22 percent) say they’ve paid close attention to news about the website problems with the insurance exchanges.”

So now let it be. Let it run its course. When a reporter asks you a question or sticks a microphone in your face to get comment on the many failings of the current Administration simply say, “Yes, I think that is a problem. If the President needs our help on this, we are here for him.” Then shut up.

And do the same thing on Syria. On the new revelations about Benghazi. On NSA spying. On drone strikes. On unfair IRS scrutiny. Let it be. Let the aggrieved parties make their case. Not you.

No one likes a player who piles on. The loudest gasps from a crowd at a football game come when the quarterback is hit after he throws the ball or a runner is tackled after he goes out of bounds. 

Without you as a foil, this President is helpless. He has nowhere to go. 

Let it be.

She's Got The "Nack"

My two-year-old granddaughter Violet pronounces “neck” and “snack” the same way - “nack” - or at least that is the way it sounds to her hard-of-hearing “ahhpa” - me, her grandfather.

Yesterday I went to get her up from an afternoon nap. As I always do, I ask her if she would like a snack when we go downstairs. She almost always responds “Bi-dot nack,” while touching her hand to her chest once or twice. That is Violet-speak for “Violet snack.” But first we had to find her socks which had mysteriously gone missing while she was napping.

I asked her to help.

“Violet, where are your socks? Did you leave them downstairs? Are they in the crib? Are they underneath the crib? Did mum-mum (her grandmother) take them off you? Did Elmo eat them? Grandpa is silly.”

And, yes, I have an annoying habit of asking questions in rapid-fire fashion without pausing for a breath and giving people a chance to respond. It is not just children who are the victims of this.

Violet just turned to me and said, “Bi-dot nack” while touching her hand to her chest.

I said, “Yes, Violet, we will get a snack when we go downstairs, but we have to find your socks first. Help me look.”

She looked at me again with a serious look on her face and stated emphatically, “Bi-dot nack” while once again touching her hand to her chest.

I again repeated, “We have to find your socks first. Let’s look under the crib.” I even shouted downstairs to her mother and grandmother, “Do you people know what happened to Violet’s socks?” They told me to look under the crib.

After a few more exchanges of “Bi-dot nack” hand touched to chest and grandpa repeating “YES WE WILL GET A SNACK, BUT WE HAVE TO FIND YOUR SOCKS FIRST,” Violet looked at me and said “AhhhPaaaa, NACK!” and put her hand to her chest and left it there.

I put my hand on her hand and felt a lump. I pulled her shirt open and Lo and Behold, there were Violet’s socks - insider her shirt by her neck! 

I said, “THERE are your socks. Thank you for telling me.”

Violet turned to me and said “That’s funny.”

Grand parenting. Best thing ever.