The observation, on this garbage from one of Obama's paid ass-kissers, found over at Ace:
MATT LEE: You would argue the president doesn't give himself enough credit, how much credit would you give him?
PSAKI: I would give him more than he has given himself. So would the secretary.
LEE: Like 200 percent credit? For what? Iran negotiations?
PSAKI: I mean...
REPORTER: What specifically are you saying he doesn't get enough credit for?
PSAKI: For engagement in issues like Iran, what we've done on Ukraine. Efforts to dive in and engage in the world.
REPORTER: Russia has still annexed Crimea. Iran, there are ongoing negotiations, but is that the success here that your talking?
PSAKI: We're talking about engagement in the world and taking on
tough issues that present themselves, and the United States continues to
play a prominent role doing that.
Translation: "It doesn't MATTER if anything actually comes of it! What's important is that We Are Engaged!"
These idiots are in the White House.
I used to know a lady who pretty much bought into every leftist whatever you can think of('Poverty and lack of education causes terrorism!' 'What about the rich and well-off and well-educated Saudis who committed the 9/11 attacks?' 'Silence') , and one of her heroes was Jimmy Carter.
Yes, I did type that correctly.
Why, oh WHY did she just looove Jimmy? "Because he made all those international agreements! Like the nuclear weapons treaty with North Korea."
"You mean the treaty they were breaking while they were SIGNING it?"
"But he made all these agreements!"
It didn't matter that they fell through, it didn't matter that a lot of them were nothing more than bullshit window-dressing, it didn't matter that they were generally large piles of suck and fail: HE MADE AGREEMENTS, and that's what counted. I found myself staring at her for a moment with what was probably an idiot look on my face, because it was hard to believe she actually believed that. She did.
And that's what we seem to have here: Obama & Co. seem to think that results don't matter, his intentions and desires are what count, and screw actual results.
So here we sit, with a bunch of idiots who think their intentions and good thoughts count for more than results...
On the 'BETTER work' end, I've been refnishing my bedroom floor. Hardwood, and whoever did it last time did a pretty sucky job: in a few places the finish was starting to flake off, it was very thin in some areas and THICK in others. So I finally got around to doing it. Spent a few days shifting things around to clear sections of floor and scraped as much of the old finish off as I could, figuring all of it I got rid of would mean that much less clogging the sandpaper. Which got a LOT of it off; I made a bigger scraper from a remaining piece of saw and discovered that in a lot of areas, if I got the angle right, I could push instead of pull and pop flakes off. And sometimes strip sheets of finish off. I got a lot of that stuff off.
Few days ago friends came over and helped move the bed and other furniture out, I pulled the baseboard trim and did the last scraping, then rented one of these, bought a bunch of abrasive sheets and started sanding.
Can't complain about the sander; it did the job. The problem- again- goes back to the last time: whoever did it used one of the drum-type sanders, and if you don't watch what you're doing you wind up sanding dips into the floor. In this case a bunch of them, some very shallow and a few deep. The shallow mostly disappeared but trying to get rid of all of them would've required taking a LOT of wood off, more than I was comfortable with, so got it as much as could, then used a pad sander to clean all the old finish out of those remaining.
By the time all this was done I'd produced enough dust to build a small tree, some of which was lodged in places you do not want such material to be. Got all that swept and vacuumed up, and this morning put on the third coat of finish.
I really don't want to do this again anytime soon; between the vibration of the sander, and the hot, and the fumes and dust, it's a bloody mess. At this point I shall ignore that room for the rest of the day, and hope for the best.