Peggy Noonan, in the Wall Street Journal, along with criticizing the stimulus package, mentioned that
I keep the television on a lot, and somewhere in the 1990s I realized that Bill Clinton was never not in my living room. He was always strolling onto the stage, pointing at things, laughing, talking. This is what the Obama people are doing, having the boss hog the screen. They should relax. The race is long.
I have no idea what this sentiment has to do with the stimulus package. But, it did remind me of this skit from SNL.
The part about Somalian warlords put me into hysterics.
Thanks to JT. I stole this from your Facebook account. 
Do you know what this is?
It’s a newly erected six foot monument in Tikrit that has been built in honor of Iraqi journalist Muntazer Al-Zaidi, who recently threw a shoe at our former President.
This makes me want to smack someone upside the head. Really, really hard.
I’m just not sure who. I’m no fan of George W. Bush, but, this?
I find this very unacceptable.
This isn’t some crazy, lone terrorist driving an explosive ridden vehicle into some army barracks.
This is a monument. Monuments cost money. There’s paperwork to be filled out. Permits that have to be approved. People have to donate supplies. It’s a community effort.
In other words, this shoe is a big community “Eff you” not just to George W. Bush, but to the entire population of the United States.
Including us left wing nut jobs who didn’t want to get into this ridiculous war in the first place.
Because we’re just a big “let-me-vomit-my-values-all-over-you-whoops-was-that-a-hospital?” blob to them. Just like they’re looking like a big blob of giant shoe building crazies to us, right now.
I know that Tikrit is Saddam’s hometown. But he was a dictator. An evil dictator. Right?
Right?!
It’s a good thing our government hasn’t spent the last eight years dumping trillions of dollars and precious young American lives thinking that the people who built this monument would think of us as liberators.
It’s an even better thing we weren’t trying to win their hearts and minds.
And, my goodness, can you imagine if we had spent all that time and effort doing this in order to give these shoe building hooligans the right to democratic self rule when clearly they are still, three years later, fuming at us for executing their former blood drinking dictator*?
Oh. We have?
Well, damn. That’s problematic.
Seriously?
We can’t force democracy on a people.
If by chance we do succeed, I’m sure that there’s only one thing upon which all the little factions in their newly formed democracy will be able to form a consensus: how much they hate us.
And us? We’ll be left asking ourselves if the shoe fits.**
*Poetic license. I’m pretty sure he didn’t drink blood.
**(Yeah. I went there. It’s called a pun.)***
***(You love it.)
From the monthly archives: January 2009
