There was a time when an American president at least pretended to care when he sent American women and American men in harm’s way. Not so in this new golden age of celestial choirs.
In this our Mess-iah utopia, an American plane crashes in a hostile land, crew lives in danger, but President Who Gives A Crap? is too busy playing the “grand tourist” (AP’s words) and looking out at “brilliant beaches” to, well, give a crap.
The “brilliant beaches” beckoned and Obama decided to grace them with his presence. Whatever one thinks of the Libya situation, whichever side one is on (intervention or no intervention) it would have been nice to have a president who gave enough of a crap to explain his position and goals in person to the nation and to American congressional representatives (“no king’s army” they wail). Some of the little darlings are sooo disappointed that they are even talking impeachment. Impeachment? Oh my! How little things have changed. Don’t worry former friends, we won’t stand in your way – impeach away!
The Waldo once sold as the antiwarmonger has now become a warmonger on the very day that eight years ago George W. Bush attacked Iraq, or was it Afghanistan? We weep to witness the disappointment of the Hopium addicts of 2008 as they now realize that indeed Bill Clinton was right when he warned them that the Obama narrative on Iraq was a “fairy tale.” But Hell, that’s blood under the bridge.
Again, whatever one thinks of the Libya situation (yes, that’s a euphemism) we are all agreed that Obama should take daddy-ship over the war baby and not abandon it the way he was abandoned by his sperm donor dad and dipsy-doodle mom. Barack Obama should be at home explaining what he wants his baby to grow up to be. Today we heard that the baby goal is “installing a democratic system”. It would be nice, if antique, if Obama were in D.C. explaining what he is doing, if he knows what he is doing:
“Barack Obama has launched an American military operation in Libya, but has had trouble deciding on exactly why. Several weeks ago, Obama called for Moammar Gaddafi’s ouster. When he launched military operations against Gaddafi’s regime, however, Obama insisted that he would only act within the UN mandate of protecting civilians. Yesterday, Obama tried to claim both missions simultaneously by saying that our military wouldn’t try to push Gaddafi out, but that we’d still push him out some other way. What that was, Obama didn’t really know.
According to a transcript of a call between Obama and Turkish Prime Minister Tayyip Erdogan, we’re back to “regime change” — and a familiar goal: [snip]
In their defense, they seem to be more confused than anyone at the moment about what Obama really wants. We can’t ask Obama, since he’s touring South America while everyone else puzzles over his intentions for the military intervention in Libya. Similarly, Robert Gates and Hillary Clinton are both out of the country as well, leaving Joe Biden running the show … presumably.”
We think the other day Hillary Clinton provided a pretty good explanation of why and what should be done in Libya. But a lot of former and recovering Hopium addicts would still like Obama to say something coherent, something to restore their shattered little hearts. Instead of a lightbringer explanation we are promised a “political steering committee” or something to handle Libya. We’re too kind this Spring day to mention what happens when you put a committee in charge of things.
Better come back to bitter and clinging America Barack… that quagmire word is starting to be heard and you better do, not just say, something – anything
Listen Waldo, we think it was a good idea to intervene in Libya for many reasons but one of them being that the world is changing and you either help mold the change or the change will mold you. You don’t know anything about how to bring about real change for the better and how much work that entails. You should have acted much earlier as we had advised, but don’t worry you have not disappointed us. We know not to expect too much from a boob. We know you don’t know what you are doing. We know that the only thing to expect from a boob is boobery and more boobery. But don’t you think you should explain the obvious contradiction between what you said when you were running for office and what you are saying, or mumbling about now?
You better get back Waldo and take care of the baby you daddied. Or maybe you should just resign.
But, we’re a sentimental lot. We’re going to restrain ourselves and not continue the discussion of Hillary Clinton and Libya today (that will likely be our next article). We’ll wait until a warmer spring day (hey, maybe tomorrow) to denounce Rush Limbaugh (kidding!) for calling Obama a “sissy”, or rather, “a leader of the [sissy] club.” We’re not going to tackle the Sarah Palin policy trip (privately paid, not taxpayer paid) to India and Israel (we might throw that in our next article as well).
What we want to celebrate on this Spring day is Obama finding a daddy at long last. Obama, the “boy raised by wolves” as Michelle Obama describes him, has been looking for a man in his life for a very long time. We’ve long tracked the Anatomy Of A Flim-Flam Man and how his sperm donor father saw him once and ran away. What we have seen is:
“…Obama’s history is more akin to a rejected and dislocated youth who turned to back-slapping and flim-flam confidence games to fill the hole in his life….”
After his sperm donor dad dumped him, Obama’s doorknob mother (“everyone gets a turn”) with a fetish for third world men hooked up with Lolo Soetoro Mangunharjo. It didn’t take long for Lolo to dump the boy. First Obama was handed over to a nanny (a gay transvestite nanny at that – not that there’s anything wrong with that). Then Obama was shipped to Hawaii to live with the Grandma that Obama, when desperate and for political profit, called a “racist”.
When in Hawaii ten year old Obama was provided by the grandparents with a black family friend. The friend, Frank Marshall Davis, was probably a member of the Communist Party and wrote an autobiographical novel (“Sex Rebel“) that suggests Davis was a pedophile. Davis was a father type for Obama who sought him out for advice. Davis advised Obama regarding college: “You’re not going to college to get educated. You’re going there to get trained.”
The warped boy became a warped man. Obama continued to search for the elusive daddy. One big daddy opportunity came from the pulpit – Jeremiah Wright. Obama fixed himself to Jeremiah Wright for more than 20 years. Obama’s second book of fictions is titled after a Wright sermon. Wright presided at the Obama wedding,”baptized his two daughters and dedicated his house”. Obama had no problem with Wright saying “God Damn America” but Obama did have a problem when Jeremiah Wright started to tell the truth about Obama. Obama lost another daddy.
Now Jeremiah Wright has something else to say about Barack Obama, something many have understood for a long time:
“WRIGHT: We determine that Israel can have nuclear weapons like we do, but Iran can’t have what we have and what Israel has. Let me tell you something — the commander-in-chief Barack Hussein Obama is not marching in the same parade, much less to the same beat, as the “drum major for peace” Martin Luther King. So no, baby. The see-lection — hear that word carefully — because our president was see-lected before you elected him. The selection and election of one black man does not change life on the ground for the millions of [inaudible] people who are still neglected, and kept out of every conversation about peace. No baby we’re not there yet.”
Selected, not elected – that sounds like Gaddaffy too. The unelected Libyan leader is pals with his one-time guests Jeremiah Wright and Louis Farrakhan. Louis Farrakhan does not know it but his neighbor near that Rezko house might have had a hankering to call Farrakhan “daddy”. But now that potential Muslim/Moslem daddy is taking a switch to Obama’s butt:
“FARRAKHAN: “I warn my brother do you let these wicked demons move you in a direction that will absolutely ruin your future with your people in Africa and throughout the world…Why don’t you organize a group of respected Americans and ask for a meeting with Qaddafi, you can’t order him to step down and get out, who the hell do you think you are?”
Obama will have to settle for “brother” not “daddy” from Farrakhan.
Dumped by every man who wears pants, Barack Obama has found a daddy in robes:
“Colonel Qaddafi addressed President Obama as “our son,” in a letter that combined pleas with a jarring familiarity. “I have said to you before that even if Libya and the United States enter into war, God forbid, you will always remain my son and I have all the love for you as a son, and I do not want your image to change with me,” he wrote. “We are confronting Al Qaeda in the Islamic Maghreb, nothing more. What would you do if you found them controlling American cities with the power of weapons? Tell me how would you behave so that I could follow your example?”
It should bring tears to every eye. Such love!
Barack Obama has found a daddy. Now he should come to America (or stay permanently away) and grab hold of the baby waiting for him to embrace. The baby is Libya and has an ugly wart on its face called Moammar.
It’s an ugly baby, but it is all yours daddy Barack.
On second thought maybe you should ignore us and stay South American away.