When Margaret Thatcher, who came to power when England had an unemployment rate of about 13% and managed to reduce it to 5.8%, passed away, a large number of Brits celebrated the occasion by singing “Ding Dong, the Witch is Dead.” They despised her not only because she rescued her nation from sinking into the abyss of European socialism, but that she did it in part by facing down the powerful coalminer’s union. And, sadly, if you saw her movie bio, “The Iron Lady,” just about the only thing you would have known about this glorious leader is that she eventually became a dotty old woman hearing voices.
Here in America, millions of left-wing cretins greeted Ronald Reagan’s death in similar fashion. Like Thatcher, he inherited an economy from Jimmy Carter that was basically on life support and turned it around in just a few years. He was despised by those on the Left, at least in part, because he had faced down the air controller’s union.
The secret of their success was that they had principles and refused to be cowed by the elitists who inhabit academia and a media that has never gotten over its infantile infatuation with Soviet-style communism.
We may never see their like again.
Instead, we are cursed with the likes of the Obamas. While the progressives sing his praises, he does everything in his power to destroy the middle class, while the missus has the gall to whine to the CBS affiliate in Burlington, Vermont, “Believe me, I’m a busy single mother. I shouldn’t say ‘single,’ though. As a busy mother, sometimes, you know, when you’ve got a husband who’s president, it can feel a little single.”
I have tried to imagine how a woman who has more hand maidens than Marie Antoinette and is constantly flying off to vacation in exotic locales; has chefs, make-up artists and an army of nannies at her beck and call; and doesn’t even have to walk the family dog; can muster the chutzpah to complain how difficult she has it. But, then, her husband manages to make it sound like he’s being water-boarded any time he merely has to talk to a Republican.
Walt Whitman once observed “To have great poets, there must be great audiences.” It is something I have long said about movies and even TV shows. So long as people are satisfied with garbage, there’s little incentive for studios and networks to produce anything worthwhile. The same, I have come to realize, is true when it comes to politics. After all, when someone who has made a rotten economy worse and has badly misplayed his hand when it comes to foreign affairs, can be re-elected president, it figures that the RNC would busy itself trying to figure out how to out-bribe and out-promise the Democrats in order to seduce Hispanics, blacks, women and twenty-somethings, into switching parties.
Finally, you have probably heard that those killed and wounded by Major Nidal Hasan have been denied the honor and benefits that go with Purple Hearts because Obama’s Department of Defense has categorized the massacre as “workplace violence.”
It makes you wonder why those being wounded and killed in Afghanistan aren’t also being deprived of their medals. After all, if you’re in the military, what else would you call a war zone but a workplace?
The Defense Department further argues that if Hasan’s victims were awarded Purple Hearts, it might harm his chances of receiving a fair trial. I contend that after three-and-a-half years, nobody should utter the words “fair trial” and “Hasan” in the same sentence. There is nothing the least bit fair about this jihadist’s still being alive after killing and maiming more than four dozen Americans while shrieking “Allah Akbar!” at Fort Hood.
Speaking of which, Fort Hood, an Army base in Texas, was, thanks to the eunuchs at the Pentagon and lunkheads such as Sen. Dianne Feinstein, a gun-free zone. Gun-free, that is, except, of course, for the FN Five-seven the Muslim creep was firing until police officers Mark Todd and Kim Munley showed up and shot him.
No word yet whether Major Hasan is going to receive a Purple Heart.
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