Yesterday, I maligned President Obama. I cast an aspersion that should have remained un-cast. I hurled an insult that should have been left un-hurled. Yes, I was wrong. But I want everybody to know that I am man enough to admit it.
After he gave his speech saying, “We will not rest until we find all who were involved and hold them accountable,” I incorrectly said that he and Michelle then went to “grab a bite to eat.”
He actually went snorkeling. Word has it that there also may have been a stroll through the links.
I know what you’re thinking. Why should he rush home when Janet “The System Worked” Napolitano is hot on the job? Consider: Obama is plain tuckered out from jetting about the globe collecting prizes and apologizing for his citizens’ success. He deserves this vacation. Hell, before he comes home to work (Sunday!) on this terrorist-thing, he might even get in some fishing.
And old Nervous Nappy is working, she is. She went right to it, penning an opinion piece for USA Today, where she was forced—how she must have hated it!—to use the T-word when describing wannabe murder Abdulmutallab’s actions.
She said that she took “swift action immediately following last week’s incident.” Ah, “incident.” I suppose she just can’t help herself. The proper word, of course, is attack (which she did use later). But to consistently use the proper word would be to admit that the problem is larger than, as her boss put it, one “isolated” extremist.
Of course, I don’t want to risk wrongly accusing the president again. It might be that by “isolated” he meant “terrorist who was trained and aided by a well-financed Islamist organization whose motto is ‘A good American is a dead American, and an individual who announced that he was the first of many others like him.” If so, then he was spot on. Can somebody check on that for me?
Nervous Nappy’s “immediate actions” mostly consisted of having TSA agents pat down baby diapers—which, I suppose, saved a lot of mothers from having to check for action themselves.
However, there is no indication that security officials will now be allowed to use the most probative piece of information in screening. Almost certainly, it will not be used. It might hurt somebody’s feelings!
What’s a plane crash or two compared to the tears caused by the realization that you were selected for higher scrutiny because of your religion or place of origin? Far better to frisk Granny from Gainesville and let a few of us be blown up, than allow the insidiousness of “profiling” to creep in.
More Nappy: the attack “failed due in no small part to passengers and crewmembers who acted quickly and courageously.” “In no small part”? Friends: the attack did not fail. It succeeded in every way except its body count was lower than anticipated.
When you say “failed”, you allow yourself to breathe a sigh of relief that is premature. We were three drops of urine short of bitter grief and another unforgettable tragedy. This was anything but a failure.
The entire sequence of events was a Charlie Foxtrot of the highest order, a 10 on a scale of 10, a number not reached since Jimmy Carter decide to play Lawrence of Arabia. The only good that can come out of this mess—I hope—is that the most grossly incompetent of Obama’s employees will be cast out beyond the gates.
Nervous Nappy, for one, has got to go. She should be put on the first flight out of D.C. And she should personally be made to frisk every co-passenger and to put a stopwatch on each of their bathroom breaks.
After all, Nappy might get lucky and catch one of the other terrorists that Abdulmutallab told us were out there, waiting to attack. Now that would be an action worthy of the chief of the Department of Homeland Security.