It’s 3 A.M. at the White House. The phone rings. It’s your Secretary of State drunkenly calling you from a dance floor in Cartagena.
This could have been a disaster.
Luckily, the Secretes Service finished nailing the hotel’s prostitutes early enough in the evening to swoop in and save her from the next Anna Chapman licking her down for information in the club’s crapper.
Yep. The adults are in charge. Don’t. Stop. Thinkin’ about your hangover tomorrow.
This misadministration is the equivalent of the L.A. looters circa 30 minutes after the Rodney King verdict. They’re smashing the windows of our reputation and grabbing as many big screen tvs from the public coffers as they can because Darrell Issa can’t haul all of them in front of Congress at the same time can he?
For all of the talk about what poor, poor Obama inherited from George W. Bush, the one thing that he inherited that he totally didn’t deserve was a military that had been built up in spite of his voting record for eight years. Perhaps I’m just showing my age here when I remember back to 2004 when John Kerry’s 90 day stint in Vietnam meant he was the only man qualified to the lead the country yet now, this manboy, who assiduously avoided military service and hates veterans is taking credit for the years of intelligence research that went into killing Bin Laden. It was his gutsy call to sleep on it for 16 hours.
My guts are churning just thinking about it.
Organizing a 40 minute Navy Seal tactical strike under the cover of darkness in the heart of a Pakistani military retiree town isn’t the same as organizing a bunch of union thugs and welfare queens to march on the local bank for the class crime of having credit standards.
Barack Hussein Obama did not “get” Osama bin Laden – George Bush’s military did in spite of him.
Some of the Seals are starting to complain about being used as campaign props. That’s to be expected the ungrateful mofos that they are. Do all the heavy lifting and get the shaft whenever it’s brought up. Obama’s “generally proud of them” some of the time when they can be used. Or in that special way that can only be appreciated by a Nobel Peace Prize winner with a precision guided team of elite soldiers whose budgets he constantly longs to cut so that rich Georgetown sluts don’t have to raid their Starbucks fund to abort tomorrow’s adderal addicts.
But does anyone think for a second that Obama contributed anything more to the Assassination of Bin Laden other than not saying “no”?
Unlike a beagle slathered in barbecue sauce, Obama’s fingerprints are not on the Seal team Pakistani raid of bin Laden’s slut compound filled with Just for Men, jackin’ rags and flash drives waiting to be leaked to the media before any actionable intel could be used against his network.
No, his fingerprints are all over Bin Laden’s politically correct and religiously sensitive rushed burial at sea so that the Islamic world (who doesn’t buy into al Qaeda’s message at all because it’s a religion of peace) didn’t have another reason to hate us. Newspapers can gladly publish pics of US troops posing with dead terrorists but we can’t see the corpse of their leader brought to ballistic justice.
It’s not like we spent, oh, a trillion dollars and thousands of lives to find him after all.
That is Classic Obama. Ensuring that the man who killed thousands of Americans is given a level of respect that he didn’t deserve to placate the heathens from rioting in the streets of the Middle East. It took guts to spit in the face of 350 million Americans, give or take 3200 of them, to give Bin Laden a proper funeral instead of dragging him back to the land he attacked to swing from a beam in front of Ground Zero as a message to the scum of the Earth.
Gutsy call, indeed. In that moment, you showed the world exactly where your sympathies lied. You couldn’t control his capture but you could certainly kiss his ass in front of the world after he was dead.