The Monster Gosnell is guilty, as is befitting someone who tied young girls down, laughed about how big the babies decapitated were, and unceremoniously taught unlicensed civilians to snip the spines of these little ones as they wriggled and cried, fighting for life. Sick. I mean, it seems rational to me to question a system that gives license to, and sanctions — and sells — the behavior of a psychopath. Worth a second look, right?
Anyway, I don’t get something: I’m getting the impression that the left side of the political spectrum — particularly those in the press — seem to be downplaying the Benghazi scandal by focusing on the IRS scandal. Let’s just be really clear here — they are both bad. Charles said the only difference is that one was a reaction, the other a pro-action. But then, people died in the reactive case. So it all balances out. The point is: welcome to the 2nd term Obama. Too bad you set yourself up to have a really terrible time of things. I suspect you’ll survive with your job, but only just barely. You reputation will not fare as well, nor will your party. Because, despite a disturbing tendency to think things that are the bedrock of man’s civility to man are somehow meaningless, Mark Steyn spells out that, in the end, these things actually do matter.
The dying Los Angeles Times reported this story on its homepage (as a sidebar to “Thirteen Great Tacos in Southern California”) under the following headline: “Partisan Politics Dominates House Benghazi Hearing.” In fact, everyone in this story is a Democrat or a career civil servant. Chris Stevens was the poster boy for Obama’s view of the Arab Spring; he agreed with the president on everything that mattered. The only difference is that he wasn’t in Vegas but out there on the front line, where Obama’s delusions meet reality. Stevens believed in those illusions enough to die for them. One cannot say the same about the hollow men and women in Washington who sent him out there unprotected, declined to lift a finger when he came under attack, and in the final indignity subordinated his sacrifice to their political needs by lying over his corpse. Where’s the “partisan politics”? Obama, Clinton, Panetta, Clapper, Rice, and the rest did this to one of their own. And fawning court eunuchs, like the ranking Democrat at the hearings, Elijah Cummings, must surely know that, if they needed, they’d do it to them, too. If you believe in politics über alles, it’s impressive, in the same way that Hillary’s cocksure dismissal — “What difference, at this point, does it make?” — is impressive.
But the embassy security chief, Eric Nordstrom, had the best answer to that: It matters because “the truth matters” — not least to the Libyan president, who ever since has held the U.S. government in utter contempt. Truth matters, and character matters. For the American people to accept the Obama-Clinton lie is to be complicit in it.
It’s the complicit part that is particularly interesting. And the marvelous straight forward assertion that CHARACTER MATTERS. Because it does. Sometimes I look around and think people have forgotten that. Wonderful to see it so definitively stated. It put me in the mind of something I read recently by my man CS Lewis (I keep him in my bathroom. Ahem.). He’s talking about war, but the spirit of the sentiment is the same:
It may be asked whether, faint as the hope is of abolishing war by Pacifism, there is any other hope. But the question belongs to a mode of thought which I find quite alien to me. It consists in assuming that the great permanent miseries in human life must be curable if only we can find the right cure: and it then proceeds by elimination and concludes that whatever is left, however unlikely to prove a cure, must nevertheless do so. Hence the fanaticism of Marxists, Freudians, Eugenists, Spiritualists, Douglasites, Federal Unionists, Vegetarians, and all the rest. But I have received no assurance that anything we can do will eradicate suffering. I think the best results are obtained by people who work quietly away at limited objectives, such as the abolition of the slave trade, or prison reform, or factory acts, or tuberculosis, not by those who think they can achieve universal justice, or health, or peace. I think the art of life consists in tackling each immediate evil as well as we can. To avert or postpone one particular war by wise policy, or to render one particular campaign shorter by strength and skill or less terrible by mercy to the conquered and the civilians is more useful than all proposals for universal peace that have ever been made; just as the dentist who can stop one toothache has deserved better of humanity than all the men who think they have some scheme for producing a perfectly healthy race.
Alright, other less heavy things before I get to go outside and play ball. Hooray! I prefer the outdoors…Speaking of, this commercial is really excellent…
A co-worker’s girlfriend took a pic of a bottle of wine they recently shared. Cracked me up when I got the pic last night. According to the Nerd American, “It was a really good bottle of wine.” Nice
Joss Whedon + TV show + Marvel Comics superheroes = everybody wins folks.
Um, I would totally do this. We used to go out on the Chesapeake chum fishing when I was a kid with my G-pa and Pops. Good — no, great — memories…
Whoa Saturn. Slow your roll…
Now, a friend of mine back in Georgia just went and saw a theater adaptation of this movie, that I can claim having seen in the theater as a very young kid because my sis was into this kind of thing. Lucky for me she was. Behold, Xanadu…Did y’all know I performed on TV once with my roller disco class? Multi-talented over here.