“America is at war with al Qaeda.” What a startling announcement. I thought we were at war with isolated extremists, or terrorists, or man-made disasters.
We’re at war with al-Qaeda? But not the Taliban. Not with anybody else.
We’re at war with an individual sect of Islam.
I wonder what tiny segment of America they are at war with. Is it the blue-haired ladies who’ll soon be electronically strip searched at airports? Could be, since they are among those being inconvenienced in order to avoid segregating young Muslim men for more thorough investigation before they are allowed on an airplane.
Fortunately, we can be comforted in knowing that they are not at war with mall rats or Amtrak passengers, or the innocents who take the subway or MARTA. No need to step up security in those locations, but only at the airports, where Grandma may have plastic explosives in her control top pantyhose.
“Barack Obama has spent the last year doing bigtime Islamoschmoozing, from his announcement of Gitmo’s closure and his investigation of Bush officials to his bow before the Saudi King and a speech in Cairo to “the Muslim world” with far too many rhetorical concessions and equivocations. And at the end of it, the jihad sent America a thank-you note by way of Umar Farouk Abdulmutallab’s underwear: Hey, thanks for all the outreach! But we’re still gonna kill you.”
He’s right. After a year of apologizing, bowing, and brown-nosing the Islam nations, there are still those within those nations who are determined to kill us all. And a single payer healthcare program that covers abortions won’t matter when we’re dead. Whether or not anthropogenic global warming is real, and whether or not we addressed it by implementing Cap & Trade, won’t matter when we’re dead. Double digit unemployment won’t matter when we’re dead.
We’re concerned, Mr. President. Where are your loyalties, where are your priorities, and are you a wartime Commander-in-Chief?