So, Osama bin Laden must be giggling like a school girl in his soiled diapers. While we flounder over the basics of terror prevention, my guess is the turbaned turd has already moved on, thinking it’s hilarious we’re still taking baby steps against bombers. Turning B.V.D’s into I.E.D’s? That’s sooo last decade. If anything, radical Islam has already set their sights on far bigger fish – why kill a thousand, when you can kill hundreds of thousands? And even if it takes them another decade or two to get nukes – no matter. They’ve got an eternity. Meanwhile, I hung up on Time Warner Cable after being put on hold for five minutes.
Worse, how can our government acknowledge a larger, more apocalyptic threat, when they’re troubled acknowledging the current, manageable one?
Look at Flight 253. By ignoring basic principles of profiling, they let the guy through. And when he was caught, rather than call him a wartime combatant, he’s referred to as a lone extremist. And now he’s being lawyered up, to be tried as a basic criminal.
Which, in a sense, rewards Mr. Exploding Underpants for making it this far. Think about it – getting caught, and then entering our justice system has to be the greatest thing that ever happened to this dope. Here’s a guy starved for attention, looking for a noble purpose – and it lands right in his groin. He’ll be listened to, coddled, and bargained with. Suddenly, because he has knowledge that we so desperately need – and a lawyer to protect that knowledge – the punk has more power than anyone alive. This has got to be one of those teachable moments for terrorists.
Too bad it’s not one for our President. He reacted faster to his buddy’s surfboard injury, than to the attack. And then, during his last weekly address, he linked the attempted bombing to Yemen’s “crushing poverty.” You see why Osama laughs. If America cannot grapple with a simple airplane attack, imagine how incompetent it will be preventing something far more devastating.
I’d move to Canada, but they won’t have me.
Tonight we’ve got Congressman McCotter, Jim Norton and S.E. Cupp. Fun, fun…FUN!!