The President’s recent speech at the National Defense University was characterized by the New York Times as “a window into the mind of the president.” I know quite a bit about windows. I once had a plumber named Fenstermacher.

What type of window you may ask
Perhaps it was a casement
Or maybe one to suit the task
A small one for the basement
A double hung, or window bays
Or just some window dressing
The president is glum these days
It’s all so darned depressing
Yes something wicket this way comes
And enters through a transom
To find us twiddling our thumbs
Our embassies for ransom
Al Qaeda’s dead, Obama claimed
We’ve sent the buggers hopping
But really now he can’t be blamed
He’s only window shopping