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This just in from the always-worth-reading Dr. Victor Davis Hanson: Why Is The World Becoming Such a Nasty Place? Excerpt:
The U.S. looks at the current global violence and then looks away, after a call for a “pivot” or a flash card calling for Boko Haram to give back the girls it has enslaved. Our generation’s version of the bad memories of the 1918 Meuse-Argonne Offensive is Iraq and Afghanistan. Like our grandparents of the 1930s, we feel that the dead lost abroad in the most recent wars were not worth it — and so ignore the gathering war clouds on the present horizon, as if ignoring them means they must disappear.
Glance about — Central America, Venezuela, China, Russia, Ukraine, Crimea, Gaza, Iraq, Libya, Syria, Turkey, etc. — and the world outside the West is mostly a nasty place. The three common denominators in all these catastrophes are the usual demagogic leaders blaming someone else for their people’s own self-inflicted miseries, a comfortable West that shrugs that somehow all these depressing things and mean people will just go away — and a tired global enforcer whose community organizer leader went into retirement and offers “make no mistake about it” warnings between swings on the golf course.
As Dr. Hanson points out, we have an amateur-hour President with no executive experience, a Kelly Girl in the Imperial Mansion. But Barack Obama is a symptom, not a cause; a symptom of a country whose people are increasingly willing to put up with:
- The surrender of essential liberties in exchange for the illusion of economic security in the form of government benefits.
- The weakening of America on the world stage and the increasingly skeptical view of American power held by our enemies – and our allies.
- The cheapening of our currency by the increasing audacity with which the Imperial Federal government prints fiat dollars.
- The obscene explosion of Imperial debt.
And so on.
As said, Barack Obama is a symptom. He is a symptom of the ultimate triumph of style over substance, the elected “leader” of a nation with a plurality of citizens who can name the latest Kardashian fuck-buddy but not their own Congressman. He is the elected “leader” of a nation so enthralled with electing our first black President that we ushered in eight years – not four, but eight – of a self-besotted incompetent with a list of personal accomplishments the size of a postage stamp.
Were I a religious man, I might say “God help us all.”