The cold chills have dissipated. The seven stages of grief are nearly behind me. The fits of rage are less frequent now. I think I have finally joined the ranks of those who are thinking, “Three more years. If things keep going the way they are we’ll never survive.” It’s not a passionate thought; it’s more a cold, detached, brooding contemplation, much like a man lying in the desert with his hands and feet bound, exhausted from struggling, watching the coral snake gliding toward him. There’s escape available, but how? From what source? Suddenly he realizes he’s not alone. There are hundreds, maybe thousands of people just like him, seemingly helpless, wondering the same thing: how do we overcome this very clear and imminent danger?
What prompted this was this article which drove home the sad fact of a president who doesn’t know what the hell he’s doing. His blustering and bullying isn’t going to save Americans from the very people he’s been apologizing to for the past year. The curtain has been drawn back, much like the one Toto pulled in the Wizard of Oz, leaving a brisling buffoon, capable of one thing only: winning an election.
For example, from this article: While information is still coming out about the incident, President Obama stated, "Those who would slaughter innocent men, women and children must know that the United States will do more than simply strengthen our defenses: We will continue to use every element of our national power to disrupt, dismantle and defeat the violent extremists who threaten us." (Uh, Mr. President, does that include those at Fort Hood?)
The nation will do all it can to defeat these threats, according to Obama. "As Americans, we will never give in to fear or division," the president said. "We will be guided by our hopes, our unity and our deeply held values." (Well, if that isn’t just plain hogwash, I don’t know what is. I don’t think our unity got that guy with the loaded underwear. I think it was a brave Dutch citizen, after the cluster-muster that allowed the man on the plane in the first place.)
Back to the snake. Not only is he a very dangerous snake, he’s also a very stupid snake. And he has help: the heat of socialism ever at his side and the hundreds of congressional vultures circling overhead. Fortunately, we hapless creatures here in the heat have sheer numbers, and that’s what it will take to overcome the evil that is fast approaching.