I am sick and tired of all the talk. All right, I get it. He's in over his head. The Prez no longer waits 24 hours to flip flop, he does it in the next sentence. Instead of keeping secrets on war plans, he announces them over broadcast media.
I get it, I get it. Hell, even the blood thirsty ISIS gets it. The knife wielding, armed to the teeth 13th century warriors from the stone ages not only have our advance plans broadcast to them by our own "leader, they've got our very own tanks, trucks, and up-to-date war equipment left behind by the Iraqis who fled off the field in a panic.
This status-of-forces thingee I don't know. Our guys just left the stuff and shipped out. The Iraqi Army was supposed to pick it up (trained they were) and use it. Maliki subsequently fires all the Generals that weren't in HIS tribe and hires all the deadbeats, the "fish" starts to die from the head on down, the bad guys attack, and all hell breaks loose.
Our Golfer-in-chief? 10th hole in the links along the Bay off the northeast coast. Chicken Dinners, fund raisers, n such. A head rolls in the sand some where, he nods and weathers a few words into a mike and goes back up to his vacation again.
Vacation. The wife makes a promo tape on school lunches. Another head rolls, even less of a reaction. " The world is a MESSY place," he intones.
I am told the conservatives in the Senate and House, as well as the nut wing of the Liberal base, as well as the military advisers in the Pentagon, and the like minded members of the cabinet all advise hiszoner to do something -- nay, anything.
He ignores, and slips further into a smaze of lethargy, almost snoring his way into a somnambulance of indifference, inaction or a coma.
We are now weak, vulnerable, and open to attack, and I wonder if our country is going to be hit. I hope not. But, I fear something disastrous is about to happen.
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