Second Coming

I remember back when a gallon of gas cost thirty cents; when there were pay phones and free road maps; when you could drop in on your doctor unannounced and the whole thing set you back less than ten dollars. I remember all that, and it just goes to show that things change. I remember a time when you could strap on a backpack and travel to Iraq, Iran, and Afghanistan to enjoy the sights. I remember when Red China was still off limits to us, and Hong Kong was as close as you could get. And it just goes to show that some things get worse.

After yesterday’s presidential address I felt we had passed another milestone. Never have I heard so much malarkey being spouted from the mouth of the leader of a nation in a period of roughly 26 minutes.

He seemed uncomfortable in his own skin while speaking to the folks. Maybe it was because he wasn’t where he was supposed to be: in the Oval Office. Everything he said had been road-tested by his various apologists beforehand and then stitched together into an unruly quilt.

I was stunned. It was the first time I had actually witnessed unadulterated doublespeak.

What happened back in 2008 was not an election; it was a coup. Yesterday, our president looked lost and out of touch – would have felt much more comfortable among his UN buds. He did not want to give this speech; yet he had to, to maintain the pretense of representing a nation. Kaddafi seems much more convincing in this regard.

Obama echoed some past rhetorical abuses, saying how many lives were saved by this unilateral action. It brought to mind an earlier claim of ‘jobs saved’, implying that if it weren’t for him, nobody would now be working in this great country of ours.

Reminds of the film “Black Orpheus” (’59) in which the lead character gets up every morning and plays his guitar. He has convinced the town that if he were not to do it, the sun would not rise that day. After he dies, his young protégée takes up the task and the film ends.

We are left wondering what on earth we would do without BHO. How could we possibly keep rascals like Kaddafi in check? And even in this, he (Obama) displays a benevolent bent. He stops just short of giving the dictator the thumbs down. What compassion! What grace! What wisdom! …as transparent as any of these might be.
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Saif is not the elder. If he were to come to power, it would be enough for the American press to hail Obama as the second coming (again).

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Choke Circles

Go easy on the lad (Mohamed Osman Mohamud, the would-be Oregon Christmas tree lighting bomber), John. It used to be that young people like him came to America for the opportunity to make something of themselves, to provide for their kids a better life than they could by staying in their own countries. Now, they come here to destroy us. Why?

Because America is no longer the land of opportunity, the home of the free and the brave. We’ve been announcing throughout the world that we’re second rate and worse: the vortex of evil. In this we’ve been aided by our corrupt political class and by our academic intellectuals who miss no opportunity to trash us in every way possible.

Boys like Mohamed Osman Mohamud arrive here with a much greater vision than our own. They come here poised to feed off its carcass. Their vision of an Islamic Caliphate puts America’s vision of itself to shame. Theirs is a cause powerful enough to justify freezing off toes, like the soldiers at Jockey Hollow did; or to die, to sacrifice themselves. Self-sacrifice is the ultimate expression of hope. We do it every day - go to work and do battle till our teeth gap and our hands start shaking; until we can’t go on anymore - for our children. Mohameds the world over have been told they can become gods in a flash of explosives; that enough such flashes will fell an empire and the glory of Islam will arise from its despised ruins.

Why ‘despised’? Because America is no longer willing to defend itself. We’re running around the world whining about how perfectly evil we are. We grovel and apologize to those who had once looked up to us. We’ve become like Swiss cheese - full of holes. It’s allowed for the infiltration of hostile networks on all levels - the biggest (unoccupied) hole being the Oval Office, where Karla now sits.

Yes, all the Mohamuds out there have read their John LeCarre novels. They know how it’s done. We’ve blown our own networks and left ourselves open for anything and everything. What are the FBI and CIA doing these days other than talking with imposters, doling out money to anyone with their hands out, and lying to us? No way to run a Circus.

Besides the ideology - besides the promise of reward, veneration by billions of the like-minded, and purity - there’s the game; the pure joy of having brought it off. Even failure rattles the West. First it was box cutters; then it was shoes that didn’t explode - now we’ve got every Westerner emptying his pockets and taking off his shoes - then liquids… and now underwear. Just imagine! They dance to every tune we happen to be playing, even the false notes - those big and powerful, and arrogant, dying saps; running mechanically in ever tighter choke circles.

Only, Mohamed too has it wrong. Dresden was rebuilt. Hiroshima thrives. And the sand- eating hoards will eventually be sent back to the desert where they can do the least amount of damage. Let them enjoy their brief stay in the temperate climes - courtesy of the ever-generous Club USA.

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