How can it be that I, someone who gave six years of my life in service to my country, a year of that in ground combat in Southeast Asia, can be so completely, bafflingly, out of tune with my countrymen? How is it that so many of them can’t even begin to grasp the threat to their very existence that I and fellow veterans see awaiting them if they remain docile and compliant while a very dedicated and determined Islamic political/religious movement subverts and ultimately destroys all we hold dear? Like others who share my view of such a future, I feel the frustration of a Chicken Little, who knows for a fact, that the sky damned well is really falling, but so what? No one cares as long as it doesn’t land on them today.

Ah, the fools, those silly, weak-willed fools. I can only imagine that many of them are perhaps the very same who gave up their lunch money to the school-yard bullies, who swallowed their personal cowardice behind the shared rationale with others like them that it is better to avoid an immediate, possibly painful, confrontation than to stand up for themselves and what is right, the self-same weaklings who in their college years, hid behind the skirts of a phony, traitorous, peace movement to avoid the possibility of personal physical injury and pain in the Vietnam War.

In their craven youth, these appeasing American citizens set themselves upon a life-long path of yielding to avoid the threat of personal harm or even discomfort. Just as with the schoolyard bully, it is the immediate avoidance of injury and hurt that concerns them. No thought is given to the future when a strengthened, unchallenged bully may decide to do them real harm, because now, emboldened by their meek acquiescence, he knows he can do it and get away with it. No, it is only the coward’s sanctuary of the moment that concerns them; they have been faced down by the bully, and as they slink away in their moral disgrace, they foolishly and irrationally comfort themselves with the thought that perhaps this will be the last time, that perhaps the bully will go away, find another, even more suppliant victim.

Like Europe, hmmm?

One frequent mantra of the Left, that political set that embodies all that I have described above, is, “For the children.” I envision Bill Clinton biting a hole completely through his mendacious, quivering, lower lip when he stands before the media cameras to mourn the tens or even hundreds of thousands of American children whose lives have been snuffed out in the bright, momentary flashes of multiple, smuggled nuclear devices, detonated simultaneously in several major American cities by Islamic bullies emboldened by the lack of resolve of Clinton and his ilk to stand up to them in the schoolyards of Yemen, Tanzania, Nairobi, and Mogadishu. Of course, the bullies are even further encouraged by a vicious American media endlessly, mindlessly and relentlessly attacking those few Americans who would stand up and fight. Through such ongoing, unrelenting capitulation by far too many Americans, Islamic bullies like Ahmadinejad and Osama bin Laden have come to know the truth: far too many Americans truly are paper tigers led by lip-biting, paper politicians.

This is all like some horrible national nightmare where those of us who see the threat and are willing to fight the bullies, have our arms pinioned by the very friends and fellow citizens we seek to defend. Convinced by their own convenient cowardice that resistance is futile, they seek to prove the merit of their weakness by holding back those of us who will stand and fight. In our mutual destruction they will be able to take comfort from the fact that they were right all along, just as were those who shared this philosophy of appeasement in 1940’s Europe, “It is useless to resist.”

Yeah, they were right then, too, weren’t they?

Contributed by Russ Vaughn on January 13, 2007 at 11:38 AM in Iran, Iraq, Islamism Delenda Est, Russ Vaughn | Permalink

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