Heavens to Betsy, Could This Administration BE Any More Embarrassing?

I almost hesitate to ask because it appears that the answer is not only "yes" but "HELL YES!" (or in this case, "YES WE CAN!").

Via Paco:

So, now we're going to offer the Christmas-day bomber a deal? Perhaps he's going to spill his guts in return for, what, a guilty plea on a charge of indecent exposure? Smoking on an airplane?

It is impossible to take this administration seriously on the subject of terrorism. Govern yourselves accordingly.

See the Counterterrorism blog for more information on the Nigerian terrorist and on the growing problem with Yemen.

Gee, what happened? Did the "pretty please with sugar on top" thing not work out? The man is a terrorist. Once upon a time, we didn't bargain with terrorists. Now we fluff their pillows at night and leave them a chocolate mint in the morning. One can imagine Osama sitting around the campfire in his cave with his buds laughing his ass off as they all take turns suggesting a more appropriate and wussified name for America now that were too girly to be referred to as the Great Satan.

In less than a year we have gone from the super power to a bunch of pretty in pink, Mother, may I, pansies. Even the French have bigger balls than us. How embarrassing is that?

Golden Words

This, my friends, is eloquence:

Speak for yourself, pussy. But how emblematic of liberal weakness and the odd, seemingly contradictory arrogance that is its ugly, constant companion: this worm is so gutless he even loathes himself for his boundless self-loathing, and he can’t imagine that other intelligent people might not be as inclined to wallow in the shallow cesspool of impotent futility as he is. It’s every bit as pathetic as it is contemptible. And it’s remarkable that so many people are drawn to such a weepy, adolescent world view, seeing as how the only thing it really has to offer is misery and despair — ie, limits.

I read the paragraph, paused, thought, and then read it again. The writer could be talking about anyone, or everyone, on the Left. True Progressives are a (thankfully) small minority in this country. A movement simply can’t “catch on” when it is comprised of individuals completely devoid of basic survival skills.

The unyielding belief in self preservation is unheard of and unthinkable among our Progressive brethren. The first tenant of unworthiness espoused by the Left is that no man is greater (though often lesser) than the lowest creature. Human exceptionalism is mocked by those who take to the streets to save a snail but scoff at the mere idea of saving an unborn child. The utter backwardness of the Progressive movement is breathtaking.

I think too highly of myself to ever be accepted by the Left. I’m proud of that.

Read the entire glorious post.

He Is What He Is

Over at Instapundit:

JENNIFER RUBIN: Will Obama Repair His Wimp Image? “Frankly, it might be a good time for the president to battle his left flank and demonstrate some moxie, if he has it. The world and a vast number of centrists in America, not to mention conservatives, think he’s a wimp. This is his time to prove them wrong.”

Expecting Obama to quit being a wimp is like asking Urkel to quit being a geek or Fat Albert to quit being fat. He is what he is.

"I'm Gonna Count To Three" Diplomacy

VodkaPundit knows the definition of insanity:

Here’s the take away from President Obama’s press statement on the Iranian
talks, “[Iran] must grant unfettered access to IAEA inspectors within two weeks,” he said.

So. Inspections, deadlines and the promise of more talks. We tried this
exact same strategy with North Korea, starting way back in 1994. Result? North
Korea has some primitive nukes — but they’re working on improving them.

What do you want to bet that Michelle handles the discipline in the family?

What we have here is a case of 'I'm going to count to three' diplomacy. "Two. Two and an eighth. I mean it." No wonder Ahmadinejad always has that impish grin on his face. History has taught him that he will never hear "three."