The Patriot Post® · The Islamic State of America
If there is one thing you can count on, aside from death and taxes, it’s that in the wake of every Islamic attack on Americans, left-wing politicians and the media — as if one can still make a distinction between them — will be reminding us that that there are millions of peace-loving Muslims here and around the world. What I’d like to know is what makes them think so.
Just because people aren’t prepared to strap a bomb on their chest doesn’t mean a lot. Most Japanese during WWII weren’t prepared to be kamikaze pilots, but that doesn’t mean they weren’t rooting for them to sink American battleships.
I keep hearing about all these lovely people, but I’ve yet to see them demonstrating in opposition to the jihadists. Occasionally, one will pop up on TV and say all the right things. But CAIR, a group with terrorist ties to the Muslim Brotherhood, has its tentacles in the federal government, and is always prepared to send out a bunch of well-dressed propagandists like phony missionaries to soft-soap us into a coma.
Fifteen years after 9/11, Hillary Clinton is still yakking about law enforcement having to foster better relationships with American Muslims. How much better can they be when the FBI keeps investigating psychos like the Tsarnaev brothers, Syed Farook, Omar Mateen and now, Ahmad Khan Rahami, gives all of them their Good Housekeeping Seal of Approval, and they go on to commit bloody mayhem in Boston, San Bernardino, Orlando, New Jersey, Minnesota and New York?
And some of us actually thought FBI’s chief honcho James Comey might indict Mrs. Clinton? Silly us.
In the meantime, Barack Obama has granted citizenship to roughly 1800 Muslims who were slated for deportation, and has nearly emptied Gitmo of jihadists with American blood on their hands.
As for ISIS, which is still beheading people in Iraq and Syria, we have White House spokesman Josh Earnest dismissing them as “trying to assert a narrative that they’re waging a war against the United States. That’s mythology. That is a falsehood.”
Has it ever occurred to anyone that Obama’s spokesman could do with a spokesman of his own?
So it’s merely a narrative, a fiction, when over a single weekend, psychotics responding to a call to arms from ISIS set off bombs in New York and New Jersey and went on a knife-wielding attack in Minnesota.
And I suppose if Americans had been killed, and not merely wounded, during these attacks, Josh Earnest would have suggested that was merely an exciting plot turn in the narrative.
The question is whether people will have to register and pass a background check in order to purchase a pressure cooker now that they’ve been used twice in terrorist attacks.
In the meantime, Muslims continue to complain about being profiled. Tough. Speaking for myself, until I begin to see blonde, blue-eyed, evangelical Christians beheading non-believers, I am going to continue profiling people named Tamerlan, Dzhokhar, Omar, Syed, Ahmad and Mohammad.
Of course, I’m not the only one. Barack Obama also profiles them, but with a different motive in mind. He thinks that what America desperately needs is another 150,000 of them dumped on the homeland.
With all the chatter about the birther business, what you don’t hear about is the way that Obama, not Mrs. Clinton or even Donald Trump, created the controversy. He did so by keeping everything about his past, including his college records, his travel visa and even his dating history, under lock and key. Perhaps if Geraldo Rivera ever pays a return visit to Al Capone’s vault, he’ll find the cache of hidden documents.
If only Hillary Clinton had been as protective of America’s security!
When I read that the military has mandated transgender training for the troops, I found myself wondering if they plan to teach the young men and women how to become transgenders or whether they merely intended to train them not to gawk at females attempting to use the latrine.
I have learned not to take polls too seriously when we’re still several weeks away from a presidential election, but one poll caught my eye. When questioned about which candidate they trusted to do a better job of fighting terrorism, Trump held a 52-40 lead over Mrs. Clinton in May. Today, she allegedly holds a 47-46 lead on Trump. That’s a 13-point swing. I confess I can’t grasp what could have changed so many minds over the past four months.
The best I can do is to surmise that people are so fed up with pollsters that a lot of them have decided to prank them just for the hell of it.
I was taken somewhat aback when Hillary Clinton said that half of Trump’s supporters — a number upwards of 30 million — were deplorable and irredeemable. But I wasn’t shocked. After all, for many years, Democrats have referred contemptuously to those living in flyover country, by which they mean everything between California and the Northeast; namely, most of America.
Speaking of Mrs. Clinton, I realize that doctors can’t divulge a patient’s medical condition, but are they obligated to remain silent if a patient who happens to be running for the presidency lies to the electorate? After all, a psychiatrist is also obligated to keep what he or she hears in their inner sanctum confidential, but not if he or she has reason to believe the patient means to harm himself or others.
If Mrs. Clinton is suffering from something more imperiling than a case of terminal hubris, as some people believe, shouldn’t we all know about it prior to Election Day?
For years, I resented Colin Powell insisting he was a Republican. I mean, what sort of Republican twice votes for Barack Obama? Now I’ve heard that George H.W. Bush has confided to his friends that, not content to merely sit out the election, he intends to cast his vote for Mrs. Clinton. No reason to believe he is the only Bush who intends to wreak revenge on the GOP for depriving Jeb of his anticipated anointment. Can we all at least agree that the Bushes not be allowed to show up at any future Republican conventions?
I’d like to share a couple of perceptive quotes I recently came across. English actor Jeremy Irons observed “We all have our own time machines. Some take us back; they’re called memories. Some take us forward; they’re called hopes.”
H.L. Mencken, who shared my opinion of the political class, opined that “If a politician found he had cannibals among his constituents, he would promise them missionaries for dinner.”
It occurred to me that as I see Mrs. Clinton slogging along as if on her last legs, the two presidential candidates might be referred to as the Tortoise and the Hair.
Now we can just hope that in this updated version of the fable, the Hair doesn’t get over-confident and pause to catch forty winks in the carrot patch.