Trying to follow the Syria thing. Brief outline:
A year ago, Obama, AKA The Comrade, announced that he wouldn't involve the USA in Syria unless Syria used chemical weapons -- which have been banned internationally since WWI.
A week or so ago, videos and all kinds of stuff -- including a UN inspection -- indicated that Syrian dictator Assad has used chemical weapons on those fighting a civil war against his regime. NOTE: Among the forces aligned against Assad are groups from al-Qaeda and al Nusra (or something like that), whose aims are similar to al-Qaeda.
So the Comrade announced that he was going to bomb Syria to punish Assad for using chemical weapons. This was to be a small and surgical strike, and would not involve the US sending in ground forces or anything like that. And the USA otherwise would stay out of Syria's civil war.
Yeah, it's hard to not laugh. Like the US could just fire a couple hundred missiles from ships at sea (that we could do), and then just sail away (not bloody likely). I mean, the Japanese just dropped a few bombs on Pearl Harbor and then flew away. But as I recall, that wasn't the end of the conflict.
Personally, me and 63% of other Americans, going by the latest polls, don't want to do anything about Syria. Yeah, gee, it's a shame Assad is a murderous psychopath, but me and 63% of other Americans just can't see doing anything that would help al-Qaeda and al Nusra. We're just so unforgiving. Just because they blow up my buildings, kill 3,000 civilians, and cling to the concept of "pushing Israel into the sea" with the relentless bloody-mindedness of a pit bull attached to a mailman's ankle -- I and 63% of other Americans, just don't want to support al-Qaeda or al Nusra in any way.
Of course, there's Egypt and Libya, too, where the US feebly "led from behind" to topple murderous psychopaths in power -- only to see them replaced by different murderous psychopaths who, in addition to being power-mad, also want to destroy the USA and Israel.
So anyway, poor Comrade with his size 10 or thereabouts golf shoe in his mouth, threatening to bomb Syria and myself and 63% of the US population saying, "Hey, buster, I don't think so." We've got our own red line.
Even congress recognized the difference in opinion between the White House and the general population -- something they seem to find very difficult to do. They threatened to impeach the Comrade if he tried any such thing on an "authority" that is clearly not granted to him by the Constitution or even the War Powers Act. So the Comrade, with a sheepish smile, said he'd go ahead and allow Congress to vote on it (allow????) in order to make sure the country is solidly behind him. Which me and 63% of the population is not.
So Secretary of State "Give 'em Hell" John Kerry spouts off to somebody yesterday that the only way the US would call off the strike on Syria is if Syria gave up its chemical weapons -- which they wouldn't, he said.
Bodybuilder and sportsman Vladimir Putin, the prime minister? president? of Russia, stepped up and said, "Why not ask Syria to give up its chemical weapons and get a multinational force -- apparently the UN -- take possession of Syria's chemical weapons and destroy them?"
Sounds like a plan. Except I do believe the US and others had made similar proposals in the UN Security Council, and Russia had always vetoed them. But now Putin says Russia will support them.
The UN Security Council was supposed to meet today to vote on this. About an hour before the meeting was to take place, the Russians submitted their proposal, which said, yeah, the UN or someone would clean out Syria's inventory of chemical weapons, when the US promises not to strike Syria.
While I might go along with that last bit in this situation, it also represents the USA abandoning a sovereign right. And I can't go along with that. And no country in its right mind would go along with that.
So Putin just did to Obama what Obama has been doing to the USA since he took office. That is, suggest what seems to be a reasonable proposal, and then attach it to provisions and covenants that no one in their right mind would agree to.
And the end result? If the USA refuses Putin's proposal, Obama looks like a bloodthirsty warmonger unwilling to compromise, and Putin looks like a dejected hero.
The Comrade has done this over and over again to his political opponents -- forcing them to reject things like incredibly stupid budgets and regulations that violate the Constitution. So the Republicans and anyone else who values political freedom must say no, must obstruct. And so the Comrade paints them as "they don't care about the poor," "they don't care about the environment." Etc. etc.
Looks like Vladimir Putin has quite a sense of irony. And apparently he's read Rules for Radicals.
Tuesday, September 10, 2013
Sunday, September 1, 2013
The Obama regime: All fall down
Well, Comrade Obama has suddenly changed gears on the Syria thing. He wanted to fire some Cruise missiles into Syria, or something, after giving them plenty of warning and allowing dictator Assad time to move political prisoners to the tentative targets as a sick kind of "shield." Then Britain refused to back us.
Congress is out on vacation. And individual congress critters have been arguing both ways.
Personally, I'm agin' it. Don't see that we have anything to gain here.
So now the Comrade says, well, maybe we should wait until congress comes back from vacation more than a week from now and let them have a vote on it. Perhaps to absolve himself of any guilt for this crazy idea. Then he went golfing.
So, exhausted and half asleep watching news reports on this last night, I got a sudden revelation about our fearful leader. It's kinda like... well, did you ever see a movie called Six Degrees of Separation? It's about this black guy, played by Wil Smith, who gets involved in the higher levels of Old Money Society mainly by studying their prejudices and mannerisms and copying them, thereby convincing them that he's one of them.
I remember one line where Smith advises another character about how to offer a rich person a beer. He says you ask, "Would you like a bottle of beer?" The Ts in "bottle" a little sharp. It actually sounds almost lyrical, like a line of poetry. And oddly enough, Old Money and their offspring bought all of this, at least for a time.
So Obama finds himself somehow at Columbia, a member of the Ivy League, surrounded by preppies who are very likely bending over backwards to assure themselves and each other that they aren't in the slightest racially prejudiced. Obama plays on that very well. Wonder how many times he asked people if they wanted "a bottle of beer." Apparently he himself wrote about this in one of his books. Black people shouldn't move too quickly, he said, shouldn't dress with their pants dangling precariously about crotch-level, or talk like former slaves from rural Alabama.
And Brain-dead Harry Reid himself noted that Obama is light-skinned and doesn't talk with a black dialect, making him qualified for the presidency -- according to Harry Reid, a thoroughgoing racist, apparently.
And the Comrade positively guzzled the way-left Kool-Aid. One of the Comrade's male role models when he was a kid was Frank Marshall, a marxist propagandist who also photographed and sold pornography -- some of it of Stanley what's-her-face, the Comrade's mother. Ol' Barry knew the drill, having been raised like a "red diaper baby." (See David Horowitz for a definition.. the children of the far-left.)
I don't think Obama ever studied and surely never learned anything beyond the commie-pleasing patter he picked up from earnest-yet-shockingly-naïve professors ensconced in the Ivy League. Another old saying goes, "Those who can't do it themselves, teach." And seems they kind of encouraged young Barry, who moved slowly in their presence, probably adopted a suggestion of a Boston drawl, and wore a belt.
And sure enough, this superficial bullshit has somehow catapulted the Comrade into the White House.
Perhaps in the beginning he did have an agenda. But he can't fail to recognize its failure over the last five years. America is slipping into third-world-nation status, like a stallion sinking inch-by-inch into quicksand. Obamacare is a total disaster.
Worst of all, Obama has no solutions or suggestions for any of this. His cabinet is an Ivory Tower housing nothing but pie-in-the-sky crackpot schemes hatched by an arrogant and untested band of academics. They don't know what the hell they're doing. All they can suggest is "Do more." Like Paul Krugmann, an asshole and buffoon of the first order.
The Comrade's not even a very good politician. He's forged no relationships with the people in congress, except momentarily to exploit them. And they know it now. All the Comrade really knows how to do is give speeches and campaign. Somehow that doesn't provide him with any clues about managing foreign and domestic affairs.
So he goes golfing.
He's an empty face. Corrupt Chicago pols saw him coming and set him up as a huge dupe -- their pathway to the White House. And one by one, they've abandoned him, perhaps realizing that the job requires a bit more than promising everything to everyone and counting on the greed and ignorance of many in the democrat party to carry them along. And voter fraud.
The thing is, the Comrade apparently doesn't have any real convictions. Hate to say it, he's more like the stereotypical shoeshine boy, a carefree pickaninny tap dancing and smiling up at passersby, trying to please them for spare change. He imagines that's how white people see him, he plays to that and he takes advantage of that.
But he doesn't seem to have anything else to offer.
Nothing, just "Would you like a bottle of beer?"
Congress is out on vacation. And individual congress critters have been arguing both ways.
Personally, I'm agin' it. Don't see that we have anything to gain here.
So now the Comrade says, well, maybe we should wait until congress comes back from vacation more than a week from now and let them have a vote on it. Perhaps to absolve himself of any guilt for this crazy idea. Then he went golfing.
So, exhausted and half asleep watching news reports on this last night, I got a sudden revelation about our fearful leader. It's kinda like... well, did you ever see a movie called Six Degrees of Separation? It's about this black guy, played by Wil Smith, who gets involved in the higher levels of Old Money Society mainly by studying their prejudices and mannerisms and copying them, thereby convincing them that he's one of them.
I remember one line where Smith advises another character about how to offer a rich person a beer. He says you ask, "Would you like a bottle of beer?" The Ts in "bottle" a little sharp. It actually sounds almost lyrical, like a line of poetry. And oddly enough, Old Money and their offspring bought all of this, at least for a time.
So Obama finds himself somehow at Columbia, a member of the Ivy League, surrounded by preppies who are very likely bending over backwards to assure themselves and each other that they aren't in the slightest racially prejudiced. Obama plays on that very well. Wonder how many times he asked people if they wanted "a bottle of beer." Apparently he himself wrote about this in one of his books. Black people shouldn't move too quickly, he said, shouldn't dress with their pants dangling precariously about crotch-level, or talk like former slaves from rural Alabama.
And Brain-dead Harry Reid himself noted that Obama is light-skinned and doesn't talk with a black dialect, making him qualified for the presidency -- according to Harry Reid, a thoroughgoing racist, apparently.
And the Comrade positively guzzled the way-left Kool-Aid. One of the Comrade's male role models when he was a kid was Frank Marshall, a marxist propagandist who also photographed and sold pornography -- some of it of Stanley what's-her-face, the Comrade's mother. Ol' Barry knew the drill, having been raised like a "red diaper baby." (See David Horowitz for a definition.. the children of the far-left.)
I don't think Obama ever studied and surely never learned anything beyond the commie-pleasing patter he picked up from earnest-yet-shockingly-naïve professors ensconced in the Ivy League. Another old saying goes, "Those who can't do it themselves, teach." And seems they kind of encouraged young Barry, who moved slowly in their presence, probably adopted a suggestion of a Boston drawl, and wore a belt.
And sure enough, this superficial bullshit has somehow catapulted the Comrade into the White House.
Perhaps in the beginning he did have an agenda. But he can't fail to recognize its failure over the last five years. America is slipping into third-world-nation status, like a stallion sinking inch-by-inch into quicksand. Obamacare is a total disaster.
Worst of all, Obama has no solutions or suggestions for any of this. His cabinet is an Ivory Tower housing nothing but pie-in-the-sky crackpot schemes hatched by an arrogant and untested band of academics. They don't know what the hell they're doing. All they can suggest is "Do more." Like Paul Krugmann, an asshole and buffoon of the first order.
The Comrade's not even a very good politician. He's forged no relationships with the people in congress, except momentarily to exploit them. And they know it now. All the Comrade really knows how to do is give speeches and campaign. Somehow that doesn't provide him with any clues about managing foreign and domestic affairs.
So he goes golfing.
He's an empty face. Corrupt Chicago pols saw him coming and set him up as a huge dupe -- their pathway to the White House. And one by one, they've abandoned him, perhaps realizing that the job requires a bit more than promising everything to everyone and counting on the greed and ignorance of many in the democrat party to carry them along. And voter fraud.
The thing is, the Comrade apparently doesn't have any real convictions. Hate to say it, he's more like the stereotypical shoeshine boy, a carefree pickaninny tap dancing and smiling up at passersby, trying to please them for spare change. He imagines that's how white people see him, he plays to that and he takes advantage of that.
But he doesn't seem to have anything else to offer.
Nothing, just "Would you like a bottle of beer?"
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