33 minutes. That's all it would take for North Korea to launch a missile that would land on either Hawaii or Alaska, simultaneously ruining our pristine beaches, and Sarah Palin's house from which she can "see" Russia. Not to mention her very inexpensive Armani business suits and Manolo stillettos.
I am heartbroken today. I really am. And absolutely disgusted by how the razzle-dazzle of Globama trumps good sense and sound judgement. I wonder how Ronald Reagan would feel right now if he were alive. I really do. He must be appalled that everything he worked for is falling apart. And in part, because of his fatal error in choosing a vice-president. It is said after all, that Bush #1 has one of the lowest IQ's recorded in any president. And the apple didn't fall far from the tree with golden boy, err....Bushie #2.
I miss the Reagan blueprint for a 1980's Star Wars Missile Defense shield that looked like something out of a bad Atari game. We all laughed at it back then. And that bad karma has come back to us, because now we have no nuclear weapons blueprint at all. None.
In fact, North Korea launches a rocket on April 5th and what do we do? Globama begs the United Nations to write a letter to the North Koreans saying that if they stop testing their weapons, we'll send them more money. Huh?
More bluster and bravado from the emptiest suit ever to grace our White House lawn.
Peace has always, always, always been won with blood, sweat, and tears.
Never with a too cool, for school empty suit, who apparently still thinks he's writing a Harvard thesis on peace in a perfect world where everyone just....listens.
Reagan must be rolling in his grave wondering when Globama is going to emerge from his fog, and realize that the world is really, a very ugly place where sometimes you have to use fighter jets, rather than sweet smiles and Secret Santa i-pods for the Queen. That if we just had the military support of every nation in this world, we could wipe out the Taliban, Al Qaeda, and North Korea in 10 minutes. It might take a long time to wipe the blood off of our hands. But, rarely, so rarely, is peace won any other way.
The 17, 18, and 19 year old Americans who fought for us against Germany knew that. They went to battle overlooking the cliffs of Normandy knowing they would never return home. Knowing that. Many of them died in the very same place they are now buried.
For our freedom.
And we repayed them very nicely yesterday.
When Globama decided to scratch that part of his trip off his itinerary. We wouldn't want to offend the Germans, he estimated.
And millions who soar high above us in heaven began to cry in unison. For the lessons that Globama chooses to forget and ignore.
But history remembers, dear readers. And it always will.
Missing you today Ronald.