The pandemic of national self-hatred (truly a Liberal indulgence), manifested as Anglophobia, Zion-bashing, Logophobia and the glorification of minorities, illegal aliens and extremists at the expense of the country that shelters them, reached its high water mark in the election (twice) of an incompetent usurper.
An example is Tom Brokaws drawing a moral equivalent between war-time drone use in Afghanistan, and the Boston Marathon Bombing (whether you believe it actually happened or not).
Tom is more or less saying that terrorism is a valid response to warfare elsewhere, and so we are the woman wearing the nice skirt who “is asking” to be raped. I wonder how Tom would respond to that analogy.
If that is true, we should immediately root out every Isis/ Al Qaeda/ Islamic sympathizer that is state-side, label them domestic combatants, and send them straight to Guantanamo for the rest of their natural lives. We won’t behead you, just keep you in a cage like the animal that you are till you die of natural causes.
There, I said it. And I feel better. But it won’t correct the course that this country has departed on.
The slanted, misaligned trajectory that will cause us to splatter all over the face of the earth like some Darwin-award recipient flashing across the desert on his motorcycle intent on breaking a land speed record. Oblivious to the fact that the road ends at the top of a great canyon, and that he didn’t think about adding brakes.
Nothing like the guy in the photo, taking a wire brush paint scraper and exfoliating your bare head with it to invigorate you in the morning. Come to think of it, that is just what reading the headlines has nearly become for me. An exercise in self-torment.