Wednesday, May 1, 2013

Our Pussy President


A “Heads Up!” to the gay American athlete who just outed himself. Michelle Obama tweets “We’ve got your back.” As if to warn him of an attack – by whom, I wonder. His fellow Americans don’t care. We’ve got bigger things to worry about. For instance, whether or not Michelle and her hubby have our backs.

Chances are, they’ve got neither his, nor ours. These two stand back-to-back with drawn swords, protecting themselves against us.

They didn’t have their ambassador’s back in Benghazi, and that was a given. They let him, and the soldiers waiting for their support, die. They did nothing, and they’re doing nothing now except intimidating people who want to tell the tale. But you never hear about that.

Didn’t our President recently say about Syria that if Assad used chemical weapons on his people, he essentially had their backs and was going to take care of the despot? He drew a “red line” in the sand, and Assad stepped over it. What is our president doing? He’s going to the UN, to have them check it out.

This is the equivalent of Mommy waiting for Daddy to come home and punish you for some violation of the rules. When Daddy comes home, they’re on to other things, and forget about you. You’re free to violate another day.

Every parent and every teacher knows that you cannot issue an empty threat. If you do, you will lose control and never get it back. The world now knows that we don’t mean it. We don’t protect those we’ve taken under our wing. We turn our back and let the fox eat them. If our chickens want protection, they’d better make a bargain with somebody else.

Is our president afraid to act? Has America become no more than a chest-beating, ground thumping threatener giving new meaning to “gorilla” warfare? Or is there another explanation: Sympathy for the Devil?