Is it just me, or does the political rhetoric and milquetoast responses we seem to be getting out of the current administration in response to current events unfolding in the Middle East seem almost like the responses of a battered spouse? An angry mob storms our embassy and desecrates our flag, and our embassador apologizes?
I can’t help but picture some drunk, ill-bred mouth breather in a sweat stained t-shirt who rolls in after a particularly bad bender and just lays into his poor wife, beating her and throwing her around. “WHY do you MAKE me DO this?!” he screams, with blow after blow. “You JUST. DON’T. LISTEN!!!!”
She cowers in a corner, covering her face, and sobs out, “I know, I know. I’m sorry. It’s my fault. I’ll try harder. I promise! Just…please…don’t hit me again.”
Time and again radical islamic terrorists attack our people, our facilities, our country’s honor, and “we” opt for a “measured response.” We don’t want to make them angry. We strike a conciliatory tone, hoping to “defuse” the tension and forestall another confrontation.
Which only ensures that there WILL be another confrontation, because, really, what’s to stop them? Time and again we prove that we won’t fight back, that we won’t respond with the kind of overwhelming, crushing force which would actually serve as a deterrent.
In other words, we act like a victim. Hoping to placate our attackers so they won’t hurt us. Or at least, won’t hurt us as often, maybe. Or, you know, as bad. If we just make sure to say the right things, to do the right things, to make sure we make his dinner just like he likes it, and don’t dare talk to him during his football game, because we know how angry he gets when we forget our place.
Me, on the other hand, I’m thinking it’s time for a little “Burning Bed” action instead.