1. As regards Hillary’s (Benghazi, Libya, dead Ambassador +3) testimony on The Hill yesterday: The sum total of her testimony was “I didn’t get the memo” which resulted in all progressives & all MSM hailing this as a slap-down of those meanie GOP who questioned her. There were only 2 or 3 GOP who did an even half-way decent job of it, out of some 5 1/2 hours, which was distressing enough, but to hear the liberal media tell it, obfuscating and criminal negligence are praise-worthy talents. (And flat-out lying. She flat-out lied at least three times I counted. Just flat-out LIED.) I can only imagine if the exact same series of events took place under George W. Bush and Condoleeza Rice. I’m guessing “I didn’t get the memo” wouldn’t fly…
2. As regards women in foxholes: I used to sleep easy at night that none of my children would be drafted, as I have no sons… So much for that. Panetta, on his way out, overturned that policy so now women can fight on the front lines. I’ve always thought that if a woman CHOSE to, and her COMMANDER thought it was a good idea, she should be allowed to do it; but as a one-size-fits-all policy, NO. Men and women ARE different and no matter how much you may want to make that not so, IT’S NOT SO. That’s not to say they are not EQUAL: Just DIFFERENT. Again, if, in certain circumstances, you have a squad member who is uniquely suited to that work whose Commander (likely knowing what his troops think) thinks its workable, FINE. But this cookie-cutter-we’re-all-equal-progressive-social-engineering-in-foxholes ain’t the way.
If Joe’s gotta go, and Hillary’s a no-go, then Senator Diane Feinstein would be a formidable choice.
She’s pissed at Obama for the egregious, (I say treasonous) leaks over which she has oversight as a senior member of the Intelligence Committee. I believe she also sits on Foreign Relations. Even apart from her impressive credentials and her (liberal!) politics, however, she’s no intellectual slouch. She’s been a solid Democrat, solid Senator, and gracious leader. She would be an excellent choice (dammit).
It was also her house in Georgetown where the deal was done to make Hillary Secretary of State and not the VP in late 2008. It was her dining room, reportedly, where those discussions took place.
She was also a latecomer to ObamaCare and had to be dragged over the finish line. She negotiated more water for the Central Valley farmers who were drying up due to the stupid Delta Smelt.
All of this is indicative of a close relationship & a covenant of trust between Obama & the Senator. The kind of relationship where he might call her and say “If you lay off me about my treasonous leaks, I’ll put you on the ticket.”
I’m rather quaint about the American Presidency. I regard the Office is worthy of respect ’til it hurts.
When do we get to say the President is lying? Not misspeaking. Not misunderstood. Not tired… but L-Y-I-N-G?
Because damned if I think we haven’t crossed that line a while ago. Quite a while ago. I mean… What’s coming out of the mouth of the Commander-in-Chief is no mere quantification of “what is, is” or splitting hairs, pubic or otherwise, over some pedestrian misdeed of the philandering or fiscal variety.
I love my Republican form of government. I love that we don’t have murals of our leaders all over our buildings. We take great pains to separate the man from the Office and revere the Office to a fault – like I said, until it hurts. That Oval provides a kind of force-field of good will around whomever occupies it; buys them the benefit of several dozen doubts… but this guy. This guy’s killin’ me. I mean… it’s no joke no mo’: How do we know Obama’s lying? His lips are moving. I’m as serious as a heart-attack here.
And I hate saying it. I hate saying my President is a liar. L-I-A-R. Like… WAY more than usual. In a WHOLE NEW CLASS of lying Presidents. The kind of lying that leads one to believe… nothing anymore. Ever. Again. Leaving even the most devoted acolyte no choice but to… vote his lying ass out of Office in the vain hope that the next President will just be an ordinary liar.
That I can live with.
Give me lies about semen-stained blue dresses & expensive china again… Those were good days, huh?