Posted on | October 29, 2012 | 16 Comments
The first seven words of the title are from #OccupyResoluteDesk. The last three are from the demented Lieutenant Colonel Bill Kilgore. I’m going to argue that, at a high level of abstraction, the two ideas are equally absurd.
The Washington Times has an article that is useful for tracking the latest rumors. The more that is revealed, the more the whole affair seems to have been an absurd exercise in willful disregard of reality in a combat zone:
We don’t, and are not likely EVER to know the full scoop of the reasons for the situation in Benghazi. Having served a year in Afghanistan, I can tell you that High Value types like an ambassador do not normally get put at any personal risk in war zones, for the reasons you see in Stevens’s wake. However, I’m glad that the details seem to have moved beyond “hostage bait”. That would have been Machiavellian beyond words, and hard to keep a secret, and therefore was always a trifle implausible.
Back to “Apocalypse Now”, Kilgore’s madness is echoed in the idiotic response of blaming “The Innocence of Muslims” and throwing Nakoula in jail. In retrospect, that blame move was as insane as declaring the beach safe while bullets flew. In addition to being wildly un-Constitutional and un-American. Where is the Anemic Commie Laughing Unit (ACLU) on this one? I may have answered my own question.
Kilgore’s foolhardy personal courage, standing there amidst explosions, is a stark contrast to Obama’s technological detachment from those “bumps in the road”. (I don’t personally know how anyone not an actor on a movie set could behave like Kilgore’s character in a no-kidding firefight.) And yet, even a non-combat facing of the music on Benghazi is too much for a feckless worm like Obama. Her Fecklessness now assumes the ‘offended’ pose at the suggestion that she wasn’t workin’ hard, tryin’ to find away to help those poor ex-SEALs fight for their lives.
Charlie don’t surf, Barack, but your worthless carcass is going to have plenty of time to do so, come January.
Update: Linked by God’s Own Crunk.
Update II: Have a look at this rhetorical haymaker (h/t Bluegrass Pundit):