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In the days of the glamorous Democrats and their siecle of White House ownership, the answer was: at least eight years each. In the modern media age? Well, the clock is still ticking. Barack Hussein Obama congealed in the Aaron Sorkin-like minds of the nation’s liberal luminaries three years ago, at the Democratic National Convention in Boston. The promise? Elocution that bowls ‘em over, the faint silhouette of America’s most effusive and effective black political leaders from back then, a gripping life story, a Coloradan torrent of niceness. A stick, a stone, the end of the road. The waters of March, the promise of life!

The rub? A crisp and clear platform just doesn’t fit into the formula. So Barack Hussein Obama will live or die by various big media plays. Each time someone tries to “bring him down”—as Hillary Clinton’s opposition researchers did when they made it known that Obama went to a radical Islamic school—that’ll be a feather in his cap. His fledgling campaign created a similar story when they claimed that Republicans had consorted to commence use of his middle name, which I have herein redacted for the health of my family. But, again, there’s the victim angle. No one wants Obama to succeed—so don’t you, Average Joe? The magic of Obama, in addition to his being “young, gifted and black, and white, and Hawaiian, and Kansan, and charismatic, and Congregationalist, and Muslim,” is that he can also be the underdog and the frontrunner at exactly the same time. It is a winning combination, probably.

But still, the question. When will Barack Hussein Obama allow America to know him, and where he stands?

If he doesn’t start talking substance right quick, he’ll become known as the man who was “born in war-ravaged Honolulu in 1961.”