The Audacity of Hypocrisy

So my flamingo lovers, we went to war yesterday. Again.
The airstrikes on Libya began at 2:00 pm Saturday March 19, 2011. It was but a whisper…hardly a blog on Facebook and very few tweets. I was sitting in a sports bar in Monterey with a room full of beer drinking basketball nuts with only the NCAA on my mind. Hmm… It was a very quiet moment and our leader, who ran on the platform to “Bring Our Troops Home” made a very difficult decision without getting a census from anyone; not the American people, not Nancy Pelosi. Then, without following our nation’s constitution, which in Article I Section 8 states that ‘Congress alone, not the Executive Branch, has the authority and the obligation to declare war if hostilities are to be initiated against a foreign state that has not attacked the United States’ President Obama, winner of the 2009 Nobel Peace Prize, declared war from Rio. His speeches were cancelled all day Saturday, so he was out of any media limelight and of course because it was Saturday, there were no Congress folk to be found in D.C. (Funny how President Bush managed to get Congressional authority for both Afghanistan and Iraq, but President Obama seems to think that only U.N. authority is required. I guess there were some Congressional Democrats who didn’t want to be on record voting (again) for war.)
Not only did Obama not get us out of Iraq and Afghanistan like he ran on, we are now involved in a 3rd conflict. He decides to attack a nation that poses no threat to the United States without Congressional approval. This is a despicable war crime, but Yes, He Can! What comes to mind is “The Audacity of Hypocrisy” Wasn’t that the title of a book? Oh, no. That was “The Audacity of Hope.”
So we went to war on Super Moon Saturday. Wait! Let’s see now, we’re in 3, right? Wait… what’s happening in Bosnia? I don’t know… Christ, is it 4 now? Hell, I just want to relax, sip my beer and watch basketball in peace. But people, have we, The Red, White, and Blue, ever stepped in and crushed the dictators; those big, bad, evil men who rule Somalia? Nosiree. We just send “humanitarian support.”
You know Somalia, right? The tiny country where Somali pirates are holding 600 hostages; many of which are individuals from other countries. Somalia has been without an effective central government since President Siad Barre was overthrown in 1991. Over one million people have died from famine and disease. Somalia, the world’s largest toxic dump. We’re not sending our Tomahawks there now are we? Nope. Instead, as soon as the government was gone, mysterious European (allied) ships started appearing, dumping vast barrels of nuclear waste into the ocean off the coast of Somalia, where those million were already dying. The coastal population began to sicken. At first they suffered strange rashes, nausea and malformed babies. Then, after the 2005 tsunami, hundreds of the dumped and leaking barrels washed up on shore. People began to suffer from radiation sickness and more than 300 died.
Dear Mr. President, what about Somalia? Darfur? The Congo?
And for all you fiscally conservative Democrats and Republicans… Just how much does one Tomahawk missile cost? Estimates range between $500,000 to $1.4 million each. Yesterday, my fellow taxpayers, we dropped over 110 with the help of our good buddies, the Brits, led by none other than Prince Andrew who abhors Khadafy. You do the math. I’m just a girl from a trailer park and not very good with numbers. I bet now, Barack and Michelle get an invitation to the royal wedding.
--tpg