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Icarus Descending, Dishonorably

If the speed with which one enormity follows another -- Obamacare, Fast and Furious, Benghazi, the VA scandal, the squandering of the American victories in Iraq and Afghanistan, the Bergdahl/Taliban swap, the economy slipping back into recession, and, soon enough, unilateral de facto amnesty and the effective end of American border controls -- dazzles you now, just wait: in pursuit of "fundamental transformation," this president knows he has absolutely nothing to fear from a supine and cowardly Congress. My friend and PJ colleague Andy McCarthy couldn't ask for a better series of pegs for his new book, Faithless Execution, and no doubt dozens more horrors will be added to the indictment in the coming weeks, months and years. About which, of course, absolutely nothing will be done.

All of the Obama team's transgressions, however, boil down to one simple element: its lack of honor. As I wrote here at PJ recently:

Benghazi matters because it was and is a matter of national honor. And the men and women currently in charge in Washington have no honor.

Honorable people do not let American diplomats twist slowly in the wind while they attend “debate prep” and rest up for a shakedown meeting with the One Percent. Honorable people do not suddenly go AWOL while American soil is under attack. Honorable people do not fail to mobilize the formidable resources of the American military, even if it might not be possible for them to get there in time. Honorable people, under questioning by Congress, do not lose their temper and start shouting. Honorable people do not look the bereaved in the eye and lie about who and what killed their loved ones.

Further: honorable people do not go before the public on the Sunday talk shows and knowingly transmit a bald-faced lie. Honorable people do not continue to lie about what took place. Honorable people do not say “We are Americans; we hold our head high,” and then hang their heads in shame as they cut and run at the first sign of trouble. Honorable people do not continue to reward the dishonorable with ever-higher posts. Honorable people resign.

And until honorable people are restored to Washington — not credentialed Ivy League lawyers with high name recognition steeped in cheap Marxism and fashionable anti-American contempt, but genuine patriots who understand that something has gone terribly wrong with America and needs to be redressed — there will be no justice for the victims of Benghazi.

The Bergdahl disgrace follows this pattern. The gum-flappers currently occupying the seats of power in Washington -- now we know what government of the Ivy League, by the Ivy League and for the Ivy League looks like -- have no experience with the military (other than viewing the enlistees as people too stupid to get into Brown) and no appreciation for the old-fashioned virtues we used to call "American" before the eggheads took over. Obama positively drips with contempt for the country he nominally leads and in which he had so little formative experience. He and the rest of his crew are the simulacrum of Americans without any of the defining characteristics that once birthed a nation. The reason they never anticipated any blowback against the exchange was that they viewed Bergdahl as a victim who -- as an added bonus -- seemed to feel exactly the same way about the country and its armed forces as they do.

Ecce homo Ecce homo

Which brings us to the instantly infamous Polish workout snaps. There comes a point in the descent when things go from smooth sailing to turbulence to headlong plummeting; by the time you hit ridicule, you know you're in free fall.  As Allahpundit noted at Hot Air:

As a confirmed beta male myself, I’m no position to judge — although the eight thousand “Do you even lift, bro?” jokes on Twitter today did make me giggle. Remember back in the summer of 2008, at the zenith of Obamamania, when a German reporter claimed she watched him curl 32-kilogram, a.k.a. 70-pound, dumbbells? Either that was part of the Hopenchange hype or he’s lost a lot of mass since, so much so that this practically serves as a metaphor for how far he’s fallen. Don’t be too judge-y, though: In his defense, he’s going to be 53 this year and has a job that keeps him pretty busy, what with all the celebrity dinners and golfing and horrendously bad prisoner swaps and all.

The glide path that Obama has long enjoyed, the mysterious, weightless soar from Punahou to Occidental to Columbia to Harvard to the Illinois state senate to the U.S. Senate to the White House, reached its apogee on election night, 2012.  It's all straight down from here.  Just ask Ovid, who tells the rest of the story in the Metamorphoses:

And now Samos, sacred to Juno, lay ahead to the left (Delos and Paros were behind them), Lebinthos, and Calymne, rich in honey, to the right, when the boy began to delight in his daring flight, and abandoning his guide, drawn by desire for the heavens, soared higher. His nearness to the devouring sun softened the fragrant wax that held the wings: and the wax melted: he flailed with bare arms, but losing his oar-like wings, could not ride the air. Even as his mouth was crying his father’s name, it vanished into the dark blue sea, the Icarian Sea, called after him. The unhappy father, now no longer a father, shouted ‘Icarus, Icarus where are you? Which way should I be looking, to see you?’ ‘Icarus’ he called again. Then he caught sight of the feathers on the waves, and cursed his inventions. He laid the body to rest, in a tomb, and the island was named Icaria after his buried child.

At least Daedalus could pick up the pieces. What will be left by January, 2017 that we will still recognize as America, and what will we do with it?