Outside the Asylum
U.N. Ambassador Susan Rice lied repeatedly about the source and progression of the murders of four Americans in Benghazi, Libya. Democratic attempts to besmirch her critics with the venerable smear of racism are unremarkable, absolutely stupid and somewhat offensive.
No matter how many affirmative votes it holds on the issue of sovereignty-violating, internationally administered gun programs (the most recent went 157-0 with 18 abstentions), the U.N. has no chance to grab so much as an air rifle from your fists.
Just to be clear on this: We’re against politicians keeping a “girl Friday” on the side? I’m asking only because the sudden resignation of retired Gen. David Petraeus as CIA director has me a bit perplexed.
I don’t have it in me to be my usual sunny self. I am morose. I’m as sad as a homeless guy who just found out the Democrats pay only for votes and that, tomorrow, he’ll be back to counting cans for the recycling deposits.
Acrimony, slander and rage led us inevitably to Election Day 2012. Campaign mouthpieces on both sides hurled accusations and counteraccusations ranging from honest to ludicrous. Now, it’s time to get out and vote. As I’ve warned you before, the Democrats are planning to do so twice.
Mormonism doesn’t work for me. But here’s the really cool part: I don’t spend time thinking about LDS doctrine, nor do I have to. Mormons are welcome to believe whatever the heck they want; the last time I checked, that’s the American (not to mention Constitutional) way.
As last week drew to a close, a new viral ad hit the Web. In it, a young woman named Lena Durham — otherwise noteworthy for acting in, writing, directing and producing some witless, juvenile shlock named “Girls” for HBO — describes in sexual undertones voting for Barack Obama.
Some funny material came out of the Presidential elections. But I don’t let the laughter distract me from the bigger picture. Barack Obama was trying a little too hard to distract us from the very real failures that have defined his own tenure. Not funny.
As I write this, the hours tick inexorably toward the final Presidential debate of the 2012 electoral season. Someone tell me how it turns out. I’m tired of these debate dog and pony shows.
I wasn’t expecting much Tuesday night. I knew President Barack Obama would be declared a winner by the effete elite if he managed to show up and not vomit on himself. Both candidates behaved like slightly less-creepy versions of Joe Biden from last week; although Obama appears to have missed a few days of rehearsal.