The Madness Never Stops
You may have heard about the German Christian family that sought refuge in America because home-schooling is outlawed in Germany. Because the public schools in Germany are probably as bad as ours, except that, along with promoting secular socialism, they somehow manage to teach the kids how to read, write and do math, the parents refused to turn their children over to the state to be indoctrinated.
The Obama administration, which refuses even to enforce immigration laws when they involve young Latinos, is attempting to deport the family back to Germany, where the parents stand to lose custody of their children.
On the other hand, Obama’s uncle, Onyango, who has twice faced deportation back to Kenya, has now been given permanent resident status. The oddest thing about this story is that Obama claims he has never even bothered meeting his uncle. If true, the only reason I can come up with is that his uncle lives in Framingham, Massachusetts, which is clearly not one of those pricey resort areas favored by the Obamas.
An interesting sidebar is that Onyango insists that he has met Obama and that, in fact, his nephew actually stayed with him for three weeks while attending Harvard. Apparently, as some of us have long suspected, Barack Obama will lie about anything and everything just to stay in practice.
The Defense Department, aka the Pentagon, which has more fat in its diet than Rosie O’Donnell, has decided that the easiest way to deal with the cuts brought on by sequestration is by slashing military salaries and shutting down military commissaries. That would be like Bill Gates or Warren Buffet deciding to economize by stiffing waiters and waitresses.
I’m just a civilian whose tax dollars go to pay the bills, but I have what I consider a far better option. How about if we don’t send a few billion dollars to Afghanistan to help them fight the Taliban? After all, just how much worse could the Taliban be than Hamid Karzai and the various tribal leaders, who are so openly venal, so disgustingly corrupt, they would embarrass their fellow Muslims, if such a thing were humanly possible.
And if that’s not enough money to keep those commissaries open, it seems the State Department spends upwards of $500,000 a year on booze. That is one heck of a liquor bill, and you would think they could cut back on the sauce. On the other hand, it explains so much.
The other day, I spotted a bumper-sticker that read: “The power of love overcomes the love of power,” and attributed the quote to rock guitarist Jimi Hendrix. Hendrix, it should be said, was not only a druggie, but drank so much he could have gotten a job with our State Department. He was also prone to violence, which, I believe, is a good part of the reason that he received so much praise for his musicianship by people who think jackhammers are musical instruments. I mean, he played an electric guitar played at such an ear-splitting decibel level that you could listen to one of his concerts while residing in a neighboring city. The only reason that any of his fans aren’t totally deaf is because he died at 27, choking to death on his own vomit as a result of mixing booze and barbiturates.
But I grant that even degenerates can come up with nice words, such as those I saw on that bumper-sticker. But, after considering the cliché for a minute or so, I decided that, aside from small children wishing that every day were Christmas, even our wishes should be grounded in something verging on reality.
In what universe would you have to be to expect that the love of power would ever cease to exist? It’s not just the likes of Barack Obama, Harry Reid and Nancy Pelosi who lust for power. A year or so ago, I quit attending meetings of a conservative group here in L.A. because I could no longer put up with the group’s president, a woman who combined the very worst elements of Evita Peron, Nancy Pelosi and Hillary Clinton, while lacking their natural charm and warmth.
Furthermore, when I served on the Board of the Writer’s Guild, I had to deal with a Guild president who felt entitled to ride roughshod over those few Board members who objected to his left-wing agenda.
Now if even these sorts of minor entities are headed up by leaders who clearly take their lead from the late Benito Mussolini, it stands to reason that if you were to take that bumper-sticker seriously, you would have to be smoking the same $h1+ as Jimi Hendrix.