By Irene F. Starkehaus -
On Tuesday, FBI director James Comey outlined what he characterized as the democrat presidential nominee Hillary Clinton's egregious ineptitude in protecting classified State Department emails. He simultaneously refused to indict or otherwise sanction Clinton for her breaches in security. Hours later, Republicans were still striking their best Edvard Munch poses like the miscarriage of justice had completely blindsided them. Like they could never have imagined that the fix was in.
Shocking or not, egregious ineptitude is now one step closer to the presidency. Liberty cannot be established without morality, nor morality without faith, so it would seem that the people will get the government they deserve. Quoth de Tocqueville nevermore.
What's that? Hillary Clinton is getting away with crimes that most Americans would fry over? Sacre bleu! Who coulda seen that coming?
I don't know. How about anyone who has been paying attention at any point over the last 25 years. I could rehash history and reference fifty or so events that should have landed one or another Clintonista/Obamanite in hot water. Would it make us more determined to end the Left's reign of terror against justice? Or the Right's penchant for insufferable victimhood?
And don't you just wish you could go back to a time when glimpses into sleazy, systematized Stalinism left you feeling something other than numb? Ah. The good old days when Clinton's pedantic weapons of mass excuse were novel and unexpected.
These days, the only thing more predictable and deeply dissatisfying than Hillary Clinton's subterfuge is the scripted reactions to it. The yadda-yadda-yadda of canned condemnation coming from high ranking members of the GOP is almost as hackneyed as the universal praise of the FBIs recommendations by Democrats who characterize Clinton's malfeasance as "doing 67 in a 65 zone."
67 in a 65 zone? Sure. If the 65 zone was leaking matters of national security to the Russians who are now trolling the waters near Hawaii because they know ain't nobody gonna do nothin' about it anyway. Then it would be just like that.
I don't know about you, but I'm tired of the feigned disbelief from the Right. I'm tired of the goose stepping excuses from the Left. I'm tired of the pretense that the next elected official will fix it. He won't. She won't. They won't because what's broken isn't Springfield or Washington.
What is broken is us. For the first time in our history, the entirety of the American people is at fault because it would seem that the only people who provoke any kind of fervent, national outrage are the pesky, greedy wealth producers who don't like having their earnings confiscated. Successful entrepreneurs? String 'em up. The rapists of Lady Liberty? Meh.
Do we really want to pretend that the nomination of Hillary Clinton is what's wrong with America? Remove her from the equation and peace, harmony and equilibrium shall somehow reign supreme?
I don't think so. I think that Clinton is merely the pustule on the problem's pox-scarred behind. If she were the illness and not the symptom, that would be an easy problem to solve. Just throw her in jail or exile her or something pithy and accentuated, and the decline would be over.
But gaze across the wasteland of obese, transgendered toddlers, the Militant-Zombie-Millennials and the eyebrow-pierced 50-somethings who can't seem to clue in that they are the adults in the room who are supposed to be setting the example. The problem begins and ends with the lazy, slovenly, infantile citizenry that can't get a grip long enough to witness the countdown to self-destruction.
Hillary Clinton – or Donald Trump for that matter – would have no sway over American voters if American voters respected themselves half as much as they respect Kim Kardashian and her step mother Bruce Jenner. Self-mutilation and self-destruction are but the pet monsters of our reality TV culture. We are morally bankrupt. Period.
You can almost hear the voices of America's bravest yearning to breathe free.
"Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!" cries she with silent lips.
Give me my monthly stipend
And my HPV vaccine
And my free late term abortion
On demand
Just send the bill to the Christians.
Quickly or I'll be late for my tattoo appointment.
My punch card is almost full.
Just one more tat
And they'll pierce my eyeball
Free of charge.
Won't that be styling?
And then I will truly be
A holey, wretched mess."
No? Not exactly what Emma Lazarus envisioned, I guess. But it's got too many syllables for a decent haiku.
We're just living like chickens locked in our coops and getting force fed our evening mash – no instinct for survival, no motion for justice – that's what comes from the Left. No clear, defiant, irrefutable protest that screams to the Heavens for righteousness – that's what we get from the Right. Either way – we've got absolutely no self-respect left in us, and you know what they say. If you don't respect yourself…?
