It will not come as a gigantic surprise that I am appalled by how our nation is responding to all this terror nonsense. Or not responding, as the case may be. Our President, according to reports by crusading journalist Sheryl Attkisson, will not even take briefings on organizations that are on our official list of such organizations, since he doesn’t believe it.
Think bout that for a moment. Our Secretary of State is living in some parallel dimension. He says ISIS has been “neutralized,” which would come as a surprise to the allied Boko Haram thugs in Mali, who seized the Radisson Hotel and took 170 hostages, killing three. And during the very weekend of the attacks in Paris, five more terrorists were released to the Emirates, since they are “no longer a threat.”
So, I am about out of righteous indignation. This is intolerable. So, since I am on the road today, I will leave you with this gem from my go-to inside baseball web connection for military satire.
Back in 1979, there was a film making the rounds of the Battle Group as we steamed doughnuts in the greasy blue swells of the Indian Ocean. It was a bit of cinematic fluff called “The Kentucky Fried Movie,” a series of madcap vignettes directed by John Landis. The consensus in Ready Room Two was that it was hysterical. One of the bits was a parody of Kung Fu movies called “A Fist Full of Yen.”
In the story, a warlord is inflicting rough justice on captives. He gets pretty worked up about it, and with spittle flying, pronounces the grim sentence: “Send them to Detroit!”
It was funny at the time, and I guess it still is.
Anyway, back then we knew who the bad guys were and had no qualms in dealing our own sort of rough justice. But those were different times.
I see from the weather forecast that I will encounter the first snow of the season on my drive. I will keep you posted on what winter looks like.
Vic
