Obama the Crazy Pilot
In the roughly ten years since I helped found PJ Media, I have been back and forth between LA and DC a fair amount of times. I am on a plane at this moment, returning to my California home once again, but never have I been more disturbed by my trip. Our nation's capital has become strange, surreal and disquieting. It's hard to have a lot of hope.
Long gone, thankfully, are the endless booths selling Obamabilia. But replacing that falsely optimistic atmosphere is an empty, bleak feeling. Yes, Washington is still the capital of posh, with celebrity chefs aplenty and ever-escalating real estate, the money having drained from the rest of the country down to Foggy Bottom, but nobody seems to be having much fun from it anymore, not even the Democrats.
Obama and his minions are huddled wherever they're huddled, busy destroying the Western World with their bizarre policies and eagerness to make a deal with Iran that is so desperate it makes the word pathetic seem pathetic. The results of this desperation have been wretched, a fascistic new Persian Empire emerging from Libya to Yemen with Obama auditioning for the role of Cyrus the Great - or is it Ahmadinejad Junior? Whatever the case, it's horrible Even those same Democrats know it. They're embarrassed - and they should be. But for the most part they don't have the guts to say anything. This is the kind of administration that exchanges a creepy sociopath like Bergdahl for five Islamic homicidal maniacs and expects praise for being humanitarian. And everyone walks away shaking their heads.
It's hard to know why Obama is doing it all. I know it sounds like a rude overstatement but in a way he reminds me of that crazy German pilot flying that plane into that alpine cliff, only the plane is us (America and the West). Does he hate us all that much - or is it just Netanyahu? Whatever the explanation, it's mighty peculiar. At this point almost no one in the Congress appears to be backing him up - and yet he continues. Who knows what will happen next?