The President Who Kicked The Hornet’s Nest
October 16, 2013 by John Myers
“Don’t call me crazy. I’m a survivor. I do what I have to do to survive.” — From the novel The Girl Who Kicked the Hornet’s Nest
President Barack Obama has done more to inspire ill will against the United States than any President in history. Perhaps it is because he is so lacking in charisma. Perhaps it is because he continues to intervene in the Mideast with helter-skelter policies. Most likely it is because of the tangible disappointment that has followed in the wake of his Presidency, which has left hundreds of millions of people questioning whether America is a desperate and crumbling empire.
It is Obama, the Nobel Peace Prize winner who has overseen an unmitigated disaster in the Mideast. It is Obama, the President who bowed to the King of Saudi Arabia and who has been an apologist for Islam, even as he has tripled down on America’s use of killer drones. And it is Obama, who was hell-bent on war with Syria one week and then the next week did diplomatic somersaults to please Iranian President Hassan Rouhani.
So far, Obama’s charm is not spilling over after his 15-minute phone call to Rouhani. Reportedly, Rouhani’s administration wants to eliminate the “Death to America” chant from at least from official ceremonies, but faces opposition from the public.
It seems strange that Obama is open to negotiations with Islamic terrorists who hate America but refuses to negotiate with Republicans who love America. It almost seems downright un-American.
But I have to defend Obama on one point: He is consistent. It is not just millions of Americans who despise him because of his domestic policies. (What policy besides Obamacare?) It is also hundreds of millions of people around the world who despise him and, therefore, America because of his schizophrenia: his Kenyan-taught anti-Colonial sympathies that strangely coexist with his Pax Americana ambitions shared with neoconservatives.
On Oct. 11, Global Research reported:
Obama’s rhetorical exercise in “peace talk” at the United Nations General Assembly impressed few delegations and even fewer Americans: Far more eloquent are his five years of wars, military interventions, cyber-spying, drone murders, military coups and the merciless prosecution of patriotic truth tellers.
If his “peace message” fell flat, the explicit affirmations of imperial prerogatives, threats of military interventions and over two dozen (25) references to Israel as a “strategic ally,” confirmed the suspicions and fears that Obama was preparing for even more deadly wars.
The headline is revealing: “Obama’s Double Discourse: Talking Peace While Making War.”
In March, Gallup World reported that America’s image under Obama has consistently fallen since he was first sworn into office. Gallup’s poll concluded that even in Africa, where U.S. leadership enjoyed the most support, the number of people who disapprove of American leadership almost doubled between 2009 and 2012, from 11 percent to 19 percent.
Multitudes around the world hate Obama and, thus, America because the President falsely represented his objectives when he claimed that he wanted to cement peace around the world. Instead, Obama has spent billions of dollars that the Nation could not afford in a series of deadly interventions in Afghanistan, Pakistan, Somalia and Libya, while at the same time using the ultra-powerful National Security Agency to spy not only on Americans but also allies.
The Boy Who Shot The Hornet’s Nest
I was a kid sitting at the kitchen table with my mother when the front door of our house suddenly swung open. I knew this was not good because it was a beautiful day, the kind of day when my dad would ride his Arabian horse for hours. The look on his face and then the immediate presentation of his right hand confirmed there was a problem.
“Look!” he said, as he showed it to my mother. His hand was swelling before our eyes.
“There’s a damn wasp nest hanging over the eaves on the barn. We need to get that down.” I knew that “we” meant me. And since I had never been stung, that seemed a lot easier than real work.
I was all of 14 but already an expert on wasps, having watched ads for years that explained: “Raid kills bugs dead.” So it was simple. I declared chemical war on the wasp nest. I grabbed a stepladder from the barn, got the can of Raid and made my way to the wasp nest. After climbing a few steps with nary a protest, I began to spray the poison into the hole at the bottom of the nest. Forty years later, I still think Raid should be sued, because their can of poison didn’t kill bugs dead that day. Instead, it got them angry as hell. (Please give me a bit of editorial license; I know insects don’t get angry.)
The outcome was immediate: one sting to the neck and a 4-foot fall from the ladder. To me, that meant war. So into the house I went. I found my .22 rifle and went back to erase the wasps. That time, I had stand-off distance. (Picture a cruise missile fired from the deck of a ship hundreds of miles from a coast line.) It was shocking. Mushroom .22 shells shot through a wasp nest had hardly any affect.
Humans must smell. I say that because even with my good grooming, they found me with my Remington single shot and narrowed in on me. I did the only thing I could. I dropped my rifle and ran like hell back to the house.
My parents had left for the city, and that smelled like opportunity. I went to their bedroom, a restricted area, and pulled out my dad’s Winchester Model 21 side-by-side 12-gauge shotgun. I was set to launch a thermonuclear attack. I found one skeet shell and decided that I was going to end the wasp problem once and for all.
Between the Raid and the rifle, the hive was buzzing when I approached it the third time. I took the Old Man’s shotgun and aimed it at the nest. I pulled the forward trigger.
The destruction was almost total. The nest was almost obliterated. But the wasps weren’t. They swarmed everywhere like they do in those terrible killer bee movies. I didn’t dare drop the gun, so I ran back to the house with it swinging from my right arm and I got stung again.
It wasn’t long before the wasps rebuilt that nest under the barn. It took a long and cold winter before they were gone. Nature played out its course, not my war on the wasps.
Obama Pretends To Be David, Yet The World Sees Him As Goliath
I thought of my war with wasps after I finished David and Goliath: Underdogs, Misfits, and the Art of Battling Giants. (It is a new book by Malcolm Gladwell. If you like non-fiction, I cannot recommend any better living writer than he.)
The key element to the book is how sometimes it is an advantage to be like David, who was swift and felt righteous about his fight, rather than to be Goliath, who was immense, immobile and unrighteous.
The story of David and Goliath is central to Christians, Jews and Muslims, which is perhaps why we inherently cheer for the Davids of the world. More than two centuries ago, America was that boy, David, overcoming the British Goliath. By the 20th century, America seemed to be the Nation that acted like King David, wise and the champion of the oppressed. But under Obama, the United States is becoming a Goliath, stirring up resentments around the world because of the actions of our President.
I don’t believe this is happenstance. “The first panacea for a mismanaged nation is inflation of the currency; the second is war,” wrote Ernest Hemingway. “Both bring a temporary prosperity; both bring a permanent ruin. But both are the refuge of political and economic opportunists.”
Obama, the opportunist, has deeply eroded how the world thinks of America. We should be worried that the man who keeps kicking the hornets’ nests of the world will not stop until his term ends.
Yours in good times and bad,