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                     Just Words

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Just Words

There was that moment in the great debate between then President Obama and Mitt Romney, where Romney was asked: “Who is America’s greatest enemy?” Romney answered, “The Russians.” President Obama laughed in response and joked; “The 1980’s want their foreign policy back,” at which point there was uproarious laughter from the press and the major networks—because Mitt was old-school delusional—and Barack Obama was Mister Cool. Yes, Obama was hip to the scene, a hep-cat, cool-daddio, The Big Boss Man. He was a new kind of leader. He was also full of shit.

​But that was then. This is now.


Likewise, when Mister Cool, aka, President Obama, dared Putin to cross the red line, which Obama had firmly drawn in the sand, after Putin made a move on Ukraine, Obama told Putin, “Go ahead!
Make my day! Cross that line and see what happens, Senior Putin!”


Of course, Putin crossed it, and Barack Obama, President of these here United States, blinked, and then blinked some more, like a man with a stye in his eye who was suffering from a severe case of Touretts Syndrome—and then did nothing. A little while, later, after thinking about it some more—he still did nothing. “Oh well! Said Mister Cool, aka, President Obama, “You can’t win em’ all! It’s just damned Ukraine! Should we go to war every time one of our enemies invades a sovereign nation? Heck no!”

Initially, you could see the collective look on the media’s face. They knew this made President Obama look like a first rate pussy. But, after thinking about it some more, they concluded they’d look like idiots if they said so. I mean, Obama was their guy, and none of them wanted to empower those dastardly Republicans. Not that they were partisan or anything. No siree! “We’re all Democrats in the White house press-corp, not because we’re biased, but, because that’s just how things worked out, like an infinite number of monkey’s, typing on an infinite number of typewriters, typing into infinity, producing the complete works of William Shakespeare, including the necessary punctuation. That’s us. All Democrats, every last one, just by sheer chance.”

Now, however, the worms in the press have turned, morphing into virulent hawks, serious anti-Russian hawks. Who cares if liberals have, for the longest damned time, been ambivalent about Communism, even when the Russians and The Chinese were murdering tens of millions of people, over the better part of the last hundred years. A good many high-profile liberals said; “We don’t buy into that, Stalin’s a monster idea, that conservatives are trying to push, we’re too smart for that.”
What can I say except; “Uh huh.” What’s a meager 100 million dead or so, thanks to Leftist hero, Chairman Mao, and his pal Stalin, plus just about every other communist dictator that’s ever existed, all in a measly 70 years, no less?

Hell! Today, a fair portion of The Democratic Party is open to communism. They just call it socialism, which is communism, with a benevolent-sounding name. But they don’t know that. At least, the average Democrat doesn’t know that, which is useful, if you want to gain power. All you have to do is say; “Hey! We’re gonna give you free healthcare, free schooling, free college, free money, but trust us, this isn’t communism. It’s just us being generous with other people’s money, against their will. Furthermore, this is just getting the rich to pay their fair share, even though they pay damned near everything.” But, again, liberals don’t know this, so it doesn’t count. Besides, the Democrat’s base couldn’t tell the difference between capitalism, communism, or any of the other isms that their Party just recently made up. Meaning, anything could be true. That is why they’ve become virulent anti-communist, anti-Russian hawks.

What does this really mean?

Just words. That’s all.

Just words.

​Mark Magula