The gentlemen in the first picture created America. The people in the second certainly “look more like America”, but what of it? Was there ever a clearer illustration of the superiority of character and ideas over the mere arithmetical parceling out of privilege and power based on group identity, superficial diversity and trendy ideology?
Update: Playing dodge ball with responsibility
”I didn’t set a red line, the world set a red line”, Obama said. “My credibility’s not on the line. The international community’s credibility is on the line. And America and Congress’s credibility is on the line.”Scene: the presidential living quarters in the White House
Michelle [picking the presidential pants off the bathroom floor and stomping into the bedroom]: Wha…? Barack, what’s this?
Michelle: What’s this pack of cigarettes doing in your pants pocket?
Obama [suddenly alert to danger, sits bolt upright]: It’s not mine! It’s Joe Biden’s! I’m just holding it for him!
Michelle: Joe doesn’t smoke.
Obama: Uh, no, no, I meant to say John Kerry. Yeah, those are John Kerry’s cigarettes!
Michelle: Oh, really? John Kerry smokes Virginia Slims? Menthol?
Obama: I didn’t buy them. Oh, I remember now. I think they’re John Boehner’s. He left them laying around the Oval Office the other day and I picked them up with the intention of giving them back to him. Here, let me see ‘em. Sniff, sniff. Yeah, doesn’t that smell like tanning lotion to you?
Michelle: No, it smells like tobacco. You said you gave these things up.
Obama: But they’re not mine!
Michelle: You’re pathetic, you know that? You sound just like you did when you were talking about the red line in Syria. “I didn’t draw it! Somebody else did!”
Obama: I never said I drew a red line. I just said that there is one, drawn by somebody else. I just saw it - you know, like in your peripheral vision, when you just barely catch sight of something for a second and then it’s gone? That’s how it was. So, here, just, um, give the cigarettes back to me and I’ll see that they get back to John.
Michelle: Fat chance, little man.
Obama: C’mon, Michelle! Think of your credibility.
Michelle: My credibility?
Obama: Sure. You don’t want John to think you’re swiping his cigarettes, do you?
Michelle: Swiping his…What are you talking about? He knows I don’t smoke.
Obama: Maybe he thinks you just recently gave them up, and now you’re having a relapse.
Michelle: Why on earth would he think that I just recently stopped smoking?
Obama: Well, the bad temper, the weight gain…
Michelle: The "weight gain"?!? [angrily shakes several cigarettes out of the pack into her hand] Ok, B, how about a chaw?
Obama: A what? A…Mmph! ‘ey, whar doin’? Fop ‘at!!! Hawp! Hawp!
Update II - As usual, Thomas Sowell goes directly to the heart of the matter:
Why are we even talking about taking military action in Syria? What is that military action supposed to accomplish? And what is the probability that it will in fact accomplish whatever that unknown goal might be?
What is painfully clear from President Obama’s actions, inactions, and delays is that he is more or less playing by ear what specifically he is going to do, and when. He is telling us more about what he is not going to do — that he will not put “boots on the ground,” for example — than about what he will do.