Don't worry, be happy about the current charnel house in Egypt. The Obama crowd has Mubarak, the people, the Muslim Brotherhood, Al Qaeda, and the Mullahs of Iran just where they want 'em.
According to some guy named Axelrod, Obama has assembled the greatest single array of Mid-Eastern talent and diplomatic genius since Bill Clinton flipped through the yellow pages in order to hire that third White House pizza chef.
Why, with Hillary Clinton at SecState alone, the genius level approaches Einsteinian levels in diplomacy. And with Buffalo Dick Holbrooke gone, she will now be able to exert her limitless abilities in the path of righteousness, to uplift the downtrodden, provide power to the powerless, bring freedom to the serfs, provide those additional bathrooms she firmly believes the transgendered and transsexual Arabs are tossing Molotov cocktails in Cairo for, and allow the Muslim Brotherhood free reign to subvert every election and to finally gain the military power and materièl we have provided Egypt.
And Hillary will finally recognize the culmination of her long term anti-Israel goals through the Brotherhood's ascension to dictatorial power in Cairo.
Sakes alive, since the Muslim Brotherhood is directly funded by Tehran, and will be ready to subsume Israel, Hillary's handiwork is a stroke of genius for those who have soaked up the raw anti-Semitic viciousness from the Rev. Jeremiah Wright, lustrum after lustrum. Old Jeremiah's prophecies may yet come true with a push here and shove there and a, gasp no, a White House call not picked up when the caller's name flashes on the screen during the trailing few minutes of a Georgetown game. Hosni, we hardly knew ye.
It is time for America to climb on the Muslim bandwagon and do it quickly, especially with the latest intelligence that Al Qaeda may have a couple of dirty bombs to toss at a quivering, mawkish Uncle Sam.
Let's remember the prophetic words of the great Obama, something about our being able to soak up a few nuclear strikes without getting our hair mussed.
By which he means our hair getting sooty with nuclear dust while he plays basketball in the recently redecorated nuclear hardened caves of either Mount Thunder or Cheyenne Mountain where everything is set on giant springs and the air is super purified and the fresh water comes from purified deep water wells, and where milsat TV is always in HD.
Unlike Frederick the Great and George Washington, who shared the privations of their countrymen during prolonged war, Obama will remain as safe as he can be. And if the half life of the fallout lasts ten years, he can ascend topside as King, or President for Life, or Führer, or whatever name he likes for ruler of nobody knows how many Americans. Then, after poking around in the ashes a bit, he can decide if a retaliatory strike is necessary or whether he can go out like the fictional President Muffley in Dr. Strangelove.
Nope it'll be pretty lonely for our last president; doomed to play basketball with his fawning staff until the bones grow old and the excitement wains.
Thank god, he tells himself almost every day, I could have stuck up for our allies, I might have gone to the mat for those Americans, hah! If I had, the world would've been a far different place, and I wouldn't be answering that phone at 3:30 a.m. for life.
Hmmm, what did that general say at dinner last night? That they could open that huge 32 ton outside door in another two years? Not me, man, not me. I'll be watching the first guy outside on TV and if he lives, maybe I'll go outside and nose around a little, but not for too long. I wouldn't want to catch something.
John Burtis——
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John Burtis is a former Broome County, NY firefighter, a retired Santa Monica, CA, police officer. He obtained his BA in European History at Boston University and is fluent in German. He resides in NH with his wife, Betsy.
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