The Federal Government has announced new warning labels for motor vehicles, inspired by the Family Smoking Prevention and Tobacco Control Act.
Liberals in the House of Representatives are busy working behind the scenes on a new “Car Label” bill that would mirror the recent cigarette labels chosen by the Department of Health and Human Services. Tentatively titled The Family Driving Prevention and Motor Vehicle Control Act, even high ranking Obama Administration officials do not deny the similarities to The Family Smoking Prevention and Tobacco Control Act (which Obama signed into law in 2009). At one point, even the President—who still occasionally leans on nicotine to get him through the day—commented on the nascent driving bill:
”I know —I was one of those teenagers,” he said, standing beneath a punishing afternoon sun at a Rose Garden ceremony. ”I know how difficult it can be to break this habit when it’s been with you for a long time.”
Oddly enough, no one from the press asked him about the quote, which was identical to his statement on The Family Smoking Prevention and Tobacco Control Act. Representative Debbie Wasserman Schultz, however, did weigh in:
The bottom line is this: Cars are dangerous. Really dangerous. The U.S. Census Bureau reports that there were over 37,000 fatalities in 2008 due to car crashes. That’s not including the effects on the rest of the 84,000 who were involved in an accident, whether something as serious as a loss of a limb to lasting psychological damage. If more people walked to work (with a helmet), we would have a safer, happier, and greener U.S. population. Ryan Dunn’s untimely death should serve as a catalyst for the change America needs—not tomorrow—but now. If the federal government cares enough about its citizen-smokers to put labels on cigarettes, it should care enough about its citizen-drivers to put massive labels on the hoods of their cars. I’m looking forward to the recommendations the National Highway Traffic Safety Administration comes out with after our August recess, as are millions of other Americans.
When asked to comment, Speaker John Boehner got in his Jaguar XJ220, revved the engine, and peeled out down Washington Ave. towards Interstate 395.
Liberals in Congress want to know: If it works for citizen smokers, why won’t it work for citizen drivers?
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It's incredibly honorable to sacrifce oneself for the protection of others. We all have to go, and it's a good way to choose if you have the option. The fact that Marvel's Captain America depicts such a scene is a positive sign for moviegoers.
The new Captain America trailer is out. Regardless of what the film ultimately entails, someone should be given kudos for the selfless service scene involving a “scrawny” Steve Rogers attempting to sacrifice himself for what turns out to be a dummy grenade. It’s refreshing to see The Seven Army Values (acronym LDRSHIP) on display: Loyalty. Duty. Respect. Selfless Service. Honor. Integrity. Personal Courage. Those values are sorely missing amongst our civilian population, and apparently more so with liberals who play heroes on the silver screen (like Matt Damon and Ben Affleck) before engaging in very real high stakes illegal poker games with hookers and cocaine the next room over. Wait. You’re saying it wasn’t their hookers and cocaine? I’m sorry, I forgot that modern “high functioning men” are allowed to hang in circles of power players flaunting the rule of law while sniffing powdery white substances to take the edge off…It’s tough being Matt Damon and Ben Affleck! But I digress.
The point is, past indicators made me think Captain America was made to appeal to Euro-weenies and guilt-ridden liberals here at home, but there may be hope yet. Yes, I’m still upset that Marvel is so shameless they’d only promote the movie as “The First Avenger” in Russia and South Korea…but if the content of the film draws upon the principles that make this country exceptional it can still be salvaged.
The good thing about World War II (if you can find a silver lining) is that it’s one of the few times in human history that the contrast between good and evil was on such stark display that our moral relativist friends (Oliver Stone aside) tend to shut up. The problems will come with the Captain America franchise that follows. Bring Steve Rogers into a world where Time magazine has the gall to ask whether or not the Constitution still matters…and things will fall apart. Sure, there are great men out there like David Azerrad (a Canadian, no less!) who know a thing or two about the Constitution, but don’t count on liberal scribes to pen memorable adventures of Cap in Iraq or Afghanistan.
I suppose we’ll cross that bridge when we come to it. As for now, count me in for Captain America on opening night.
Roger Ebert is a class act. He couldn’t even wait for the tears to dry over Ryan Dunn’s death before rhetorically rubbing salt in his family and friends’ wounds.
Do you remember when liberal know-it-all pundits were so sure of themselves that “the actions of a madman obsessed with ‘mind control’ and the Communist Manifesto were a harbinger of things to come with a Republican-controlled House? I do. And anyone who was on Twitter in the moments after the Gabrielle Giffords tragedy does as well. You would think that after being so grossly wrong on so many things that women like Janeane Garofalo and men like Roger Ebert would let the dust settle (or all the Congressional Twitter crotch shots surface) before running their mouths. Apparently not:
Before knowing for sure if alcohol contributed to the awful car crash that killed “Jackass” star Ryan Dunn and two others, Roger Ebert tweeted the following yesterday afternoon: “Friends don’t let jackasses drink and drive.”
If Roger Ebert had any class he would have put that Tweet away for a few hours, came back to it later, and then thought better than to rub salt in the wounds of those mourning Ryan Dunn’s death. But he has no class. And he couldn‘t resist, because the same liberal gene that tells him that small groups of men can “plan” 14 trillion dollar economies tells him he knows the crucial details of Ryan Dunn’s death before they’re reported. The liberal mindset that believes hundreds of millions of people can be controlled by a large central government—in a way that increases liberties while ensuring equal outcomes—(not possible) gave him all the confidence he needed to spout off.
Did I want to write a blog post in the moments after Ryan Dunn’s death was announced? Yes. There are valuable lessons that we can all glean from it (just as their are valuable lessons we can glean from any tragedy). However, I refrained in this instance because I didn’t want to make a mistake and possibly come across like…a jackass. It’s funny: Roger Ebert, the socialist, would tell you he’s for “the working class,” and yet when a story about a guy like Dunn comes around (can you get any more blue collar than the guys from Jackass?) he doesn’t even wait until the tears have dried before doing the rhetorical equivalent of “I TOLD YOU SO!” on Twitter for all the world to see.
“Friends don’t let friends drink and drive,” Ebert? Very true. However, friends also don’t let friends act like insensitive jerks. I’m afraid to contemplate what that means in regards to the number of people who consider you a true friend.
You know that Devo has milked "Whip It" for all it's worth when they start Palin bashing. It's been a good couple of decades, but the search for relevance always begins by taking pot shots at a prominent conservative.
What do you do when you’re a has-been band that needs to wear weird headgear for people to recognize you? If you’re Devo you sell out by doing Swiffer Wet Jet commercials. And when that’s done you insult Sarah Palin. Devo has long talked about the theory of “de-evolution”, and in a recent interview they state that Sarah Palin’s popularity is proof of that theory.
One wonders what “evolved” humans like Devo believe. Perhaps in their world it’s okay when the Congressional Budget Office, the Office of Management and Budget, and the U.S. Department of Treasury report soaring deficits. Our national debt isn’t going to be the end of us—it’s just “evolving.” Likewise, universal truths and rights aren’t enshrined in the Constitution; it too “evolves,” (preferably to a New Wave soundtrack).
Spinner magazine’s Mike Doherty must really like Devo, because the tried-and-true method for any liberal past their prime is to screech about the conservative target de rigueur. Searching for relevance? Today’s target is Sarah Palin. Asked about Palin’s bus tour, Devo’s Gerald Casale replied:
Say no more. We rest our case. We’ve often said this, but if somebody in 1980 with a crystal ball had showed you the world in 2011, you would have thought it was a cheap, B-movie sci-fi dystopia that would in fact never happen, and dismissed it. Now it’s here, in all of its horror. You talk about stupid, you can’t beat Sarah Palin!
Sarah Palin travels around the United States, speaking extemporaneously on a number of public policy issues. She does so, knowing that the media is recording every word—waiting for her to slip up—so that they can push the perception of her as a dolt through yet another news cycle. Devo? They have “Whip It” on constant rotation for friendly audiences looking to relive the 80’s, if only for a few hours. And why wouldn’t they? The 80’s were a great time. Ronald Reagan was busy getting the economy back on track, winning the Cold War, and rebuilding the military so it could be prepared for the wars of the 21st century. Critics called him stupid too—and then the Berlin Wall came down.
According to Devo, human evolution peaked, “right after the A-bomb, a last hurrah.” That’s interesting, considering some of the gems that took place in the decades that followed. I’d ask Devo if they thought the Great Society and the “War on Poverty” were the marks of enlightened men, or if they just contributed to burning down the house?
Everyone knows who Sarah Palin is. Devo? They’re lucky if someone confuses them with The Talking Heads, which is why they’re relegated to taking pot shots at her in online Canadian magazines.
Good luck on that new album, guys. If you want some exposure maybe you should consider opening up for Sarah Palin.
Wondering when Captain America will take part in some Black Ops in Afghanistan? Who cares, because you won't have to wait to see the U.S. allied with the Taliban a moment longer!
Captain America will be coming out this summer, but fans will tell you that for the past ten years he’s essentially been MIA on the War on Terror. In fact, the industry as a whole has shied away from any accurate portrayals the threat posed by Sharia Law. Captain America has spent more time hunting the Tea Party movement in recent years than he has engaging in the kind of Black Ops that have made Seal Team Six famous. For the longest time, fans of the medium have wondered when they were going to get their hands on war stories. Image Comics has stepped up to the plate. Unfortunately, there’s only one problem: American soldiers ally themselves with the Taliban.
Graveyard of Empires, written by Mark Sable, probably isn’t about Sharia Law’s incompatibility with the universal rights enshrined in our Constitution. It probably isn’t about an enemy determined to set the stage for a return of the Ottoman Empire. It probably isn’t about what makes an inordinate amount of men in that part of the world prone to chopping off heads and strapping bombs to their chest over religious differences. Instead, it is about the the one thing that can bring infidels and Islamic terrorists together: zombies!
Prior to their arrival, Sable and Azaceta spend a great deal of time developing the grim setting and violent characters that populate both sides of the war. Among them, a new commanding officer whose hopes of endearing himself to his entrenched troops are slim-to-none; an opium-abusing Explosive Ordinance Disposal specialist, driven to drugs by the stress of dismantling bombs; a treacherous Afghan cop; a mutinous American sniper; a Female Engagement Officer whose job is to work with the grotesquely oppressed women of Afghanistan; and an Afghan surgeon forced by the Taliban to implant bombs inside of people.
“So let’s see if I have this right: they acknowledge/allude to Afghanistan’s Islamic shariah oppression of women (or do they?), but damage all that with ridiculous ideas like a drug-addicted [bomb disposal expert], and a U.S. sniper who’s mutinous…” (italics added).
Is this a book I’m going to pick up? Sure. It’s piqued my interest, a testament to Mr. Sable. I also want to be able to write a thorough review. However, the seeds of moral equivalency seem to have been planted. My gut (and his twitter feed) tells me Mr. Sable—a graduate of NYU’s Tisch School of the Arts—is liberal. Even if he’s not, his interview for Graveyard of Empires (perhaps the evil “American Empire” will be the latest casualty?) doesn’t give me hope:
Metaphorically, the zombies represent a force not unlike the Taliban. A foe with inscrutable motives that doesn’t seem to need to eat or sleep, and no matter how many you kill…they just keep coming.
I’ll cut Mark some slack, but for a guy who went to NYU and USC I wish he would have thought about his metaphor a bit more. The reason why the Taliban keep coming is because we refuse to crush them! The Mark Sables of the world would have said the same thing about the Japanese had we opted for a full-out invasion instead of dropping nukes during World War II. Can you imagine urban warfare in a city teeming with the Bushidō mentality? I’m not saying that we drop nukes on the Middle East…but I am saying that the United States needs rules of engagement that allow the military to do what needs to be done. You must be willing to have civilian casualties—especially when your enemy hides behind them. You have to win the war of information—something that’s increasingly hard when liberal writers always have to include “violent characters that populate both sides of the war.” You have to be willing to make “the international community” (largely composed of thug-despots, anyway) angry. In short: you have to fight for American interests, knowing that they are in the world’s interest, instead of some nebulous idea of what would get approval from a bunch of diplomats in Brussels.
I will be reading Graveyard of Empires. If it ends up defying expectations, I’ll say so. I did just as much with Superman: Earth One. But if it’s more liberal claptrap… this alienated fan will move one step closer to casting off the industry all together. Fight on!
The National Organization for Women should consider renaming themselves The National Weiner Organ due to their support for liberal male pervert-liars everywhere.
This Anthony Weiner story sure has endurance. With each new revelation, his most ardent supporters morph into a new and never-before-seen kind of partisan hack. Case in point would be the National Organization for Women, which now should seriously consider changing its named to theNational Weiner Organ. Like Janeane Garofalo, there seems to be no transgression too egregious for them to call off support (provided the offender has a ‘D’ next to his name).
The head of the Brooklyn/Queens chapter of the National Organization for Women leads the way into uncharted territory in defense of the indefensible:
“I wasn’t happy to discover that my congressman is a 14-year-old boy,” said Julie Kirshner, president of the NOW chapter.
“But he happens to be one of the best politicians out there, so we’re in a bad position. We’re trying to give him the benefit of the doubt.”
Suprised? You shouldn’t be. These are the same women who sit on the sidelines as Muslim thug-regimes overseas still have to be told that stoning women is a “no no.” These are the same women who hold “Slut Walk” protests against Toronto police officers instead of Sharia Law advocates around the globe.
The modern liberal American feminist is a joke, and the world knows it. They’re relegated to complaining about their lot in life in college campuses across the country, while conservative feminists are out there fostering successful careers and successful families.
Do you know what would be brave, Julie Kirshner? How about taking on the kind of men who won’t let women ride a unicycle, let alone a car—in Saudi Arabia. You won’t go there because that would require you to admit that, for all intents and purposes, Western Civilization has treated women pretty darn well. Instead, you’ll continue to give “the benefit of the doubt” to a guy who already told you it’s not necessary during a press conference, in print, and with publicly available images of his crotch. He lied. He admitted it. On television. For everyone to see (including 17 year old Twitter followers with a crush on him, and dirty-talking blackjack dealers in Las Vegas).
Congratulations, Julie Kirshner: You’ve won the Red Badge of Courage for your defense of Anthony Weiner. NOW (no pun intended), if you don’t mind, I’ll be surfing the net for more stories about real feminists like Neda, the kind who died standing up for the rights you take for granted.
According to Marvel, Iranian immigrants in New York City are “used to living in fear.” Not because of the real fear societies they came from in the Middle East…but because you never know when a mob of New Yorkers might use any excuse to pummel a Muslim. Dear Marvel: Google “Neda” and see what you find (besides the realization that you’re a bunch of ignorant clowns).
Back in December I wondered if Marvel’s next “big” event, Fear Itself, would be just another round of liberal claptrap force fed to us for $4.00 and issue. I was partially right—the claptrap was there, but it only cost me $2.99!
Let me set the stage. Something is very wrong in New York City. Citizens have been taken with fear, and they’re acting out in irrational ways. Spider-Man is working overtime (what else is new?) to keep the city from tearing itself apart. Cue Naveed Moshtaghi, a taxi driver and Iranian immigrant. Naveed’s vehicle is hit by an angry white guy, who then blames the accident on Naveed: “He’s one of the terrorists. He wants to kill us all!” says the aggressor. A mob swarms around Naveed, swallowing him whole until Spider-Man saves the day.
At this point I’m willing to give writer Chris Yost a break. Maybe the “God of Fear” is really behind it all. I’m even willing to shrug off a narrator who begins, “Naveed Moshtaghi is afraid of the same thing he’s been afraid of for ten years,” (i.e., Americans are just itching for an excuse to bum rush Muslims post-9/11 to infinity and beyond), right before the story unfolds that way.
But then something interesting happens. All alone on a rooftop, Spider-Man tells the man he’s dealing with the crisis very well. Naveed responds:
“I’m a second generation Iranian in New York City. Living in fear, that’s what I’m used to. What is happening down there, sometimes I think it was only a matter of time.”
Has Marvel been reading DC’s Superman (the kid from Krypton with a super-sized crush on the United Nations, even though they put countries with the worst human rights records on human-rights councils)? What’s with the Iranian love fests as of late, whereas police state goons respond to Superman’s “peaceful protest” by handing flowers to protesters, and Marvel Universe’s New York City stokes more fear than an actual fear society?
Dear Naveed (or should I say Chris Yost and Matt Fraction and Joe Quesada?),
You’ve probably never heard of Neda. And I’m not just saying that because she’s dead, murdered by police state thugs. Or because you couldn’t recognize her as she went into shock. Or because her eyes rolled into the back of her head as she died. Or because she was covered in blood as her friends cradled her in their arms.
No, my liberal writer friends at Marvel, you don’t know Neda because you apparently don’t want to know. You stay willfully ignorant, creating fictional universes imbued with a liberal interpretation of what you think the world is really like. In the limited panel space you have, you chose to highlight an immigrant whose family left the Middle East so they could walk on eggshells in New York City. You write characters whose deepest darkest fears about what really lurks in hearts of Americans end up being true! Meanwhile, officers at West Point have to deal with a civilian population that increasingly doesn’t understand (or was that “fear”, Mr. Yost?) their mission. I wonder why that is, Marvel.
While I certainly don’t want a sanitized Marvel Universe any more than I want the “C” in DC Comics to stand for “Chomsky,” I find it just a little bit distasteful how often the liberal worldview is shoved down my throat by the “creative officers” and “talent” with each publication.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to watch video of Neda dying again. In Iran. In the real world. Where there isn’t a Spider-Man to save her or a Superman to sit idly by in peaceful protest. Perhaps it will remind me how much different America is from the authoritarian black holes littering the world.
A friend of mine asked me what I thought about Donald Trump this weekend. The truth is, I’d rather not think about Donald Trump. He’s the canary in the Republican well. Or should I say “toucan”? He‘s Toucan Sam, the Kellogg’s cereal mascot who can sniff out “Froot Loops”—if Toucan Sam had been exposed to poisonous mineshaft fumes.
The American people are so starved for anyone—anyone—to tell them the truth, that they’re willing to give an unprincipled, shameless, self-promoting (but successful) buffoon traction. Why? Because he’s uncensored. He says what he wants, and he’s not scared of anyone. And sometimes what he says sticks it to the establishment’s rodeo clowns (i.e., the biased media) who are paid to distract an angry public from the country’s real problems.
The fact that Donald Trump has any serious following at all should tell us how diseased our culture and our political class have become. It says even worse about the Republican Party, which is short on Paul Ryans and heavy on hucksters selling little more than smoke and mirrors—when what’s really needed are answers to our most pressing economic problems. Take a look into what Social Security, Medicare, and Medicaid are going to cost the nation over the next ten years. Take a look at what the interest alone on our national debt will mean for the nation. And then listen to politicians who try to convince you that “taxing the rich” or eliminating “fraud, waste, and abuse” will even come close to fending off the economic judgment day approaching.
America doesn’t need a corporate clown from the 80s to run it. Where do has-beens who often don’t realize their best days are behind them wind up? Reality TV. If America were to elect Trump it wouldn’t take a tweed-jacket wearing professor to tell us that it’s all but over — we’d know it. And, while it’s better to be a has-been than a never-was, I can’t help but think that there’s an inspirational leader out there who could remind America what made it exceptional in the first place: free markets, limited government, individual liberties, a strong national defense, and traditional American values.
Thanks for telling us that we’re surrounded by Froot Loops, Trump. Now get back to dealing with some more of them on NBC, where they need you.
Silent Bob goes silent on jihad because it's easier to make fun of Christians (they tend not to murder you in broad daylight when they're offended).
Imagine if you will, a scenario where director Kevin Smith releases his indie horror film, Red State, in March of 2011. Inspired by the infamous Westboro Baptist Church and the cultish followers of Fred Phelps, it causes quite a stir. One day as Smith walks the streets of Santa Monica, California after one of his popular podcasts an enraged Christian slits his throat and leaves a note behind, warning Lady Gaga that her advocacy of gay rights has endangered her life.
On the other side of the globe, a director by the name of Theodore Van Gogh releases a documentary titled Submission. Written by Ayaan Hirsi Ali, it pulls no punches in its criticism of Islam. Although irate, the Muslim community in the Netherlands essentially shrugs its shoulders, issuing a few press statements and holding a few sparsely-attended boycotts. A Dutch-Moroccan Muslim by the name of Mohammed Bouyeri appears on The Hofstad Network, a Fox News of sorts, where he has a spirited debate with a Dutch version of Bill O’Reilly. No one dies.
If you experienced such a reality it would be time to worry, as it would be apparent that you crossed over into The Twilight Zone.
The reality is this: Theo Van Gogh was murdered by Mohammed Bouyer. An ominous note was left on the stabbed, bullet riddled, and bloody body for Ayaan Hirsi Ali. The Hofstad Network is composed of a group of individuals who would like to behead Hollywood’s inspiration for Social Network, and Ayaan Hirsi Ali requires security guards close at hand. In the United States, however, Christians respond to “art” like Andres Serrano’s Piss Christ with, essentially, a collective grumble.
And that is why Kevin Smith made Red State instead of, say, Islamic State.
Hollywood artists were great at patting themselves on the back for speaking “truth to power” when BushHitler (one word) was in the White House, but the dirty little secret is that their courage generally only rears its head when the power they’re confronting shows absolutely no interest in sending them off to gulags (i.e., North Korea), stoning them (e.g., Iran), or assassinating them in the vein of Theo Van Gogh. The reason why Kevin Smith is able—by his own admission—to make a movie that is “so fucking vicious and nasty and mean and stark…” is because he lives in the United States of America. The country’s Christian heritage paved the way for the kind of rights Kevin takes for granted. Those same rights he thinks are at risk because of inconsequential nincompoops like Fred Phelps and his followers—so much so that he used his own limited time and resources to make a horror movie about them.
The most puzzling aspect of Kevin Smith’s War on Ostracized Christian Outliers is that he comes from New Jersey. He was a hop, skip, and a jump on 9/11 (a Silent Bob jump, nonetheless) from Ground Zero to see the smoldering rubble, twisted metal, and shattered lives because of the machinations of Islamic terrorists. After comparing that national tragedy with the battle scars left behind by the Catholic outrage over his 1999 movie Dogma (note: there weren’t any), one wonders why he’d return to the Christian-bashing well. Fear and cowardice have already been mentioned. The other — desperation.
Kevin Smith needs a hit. Badly. Even his stronger offerings in recent years (Zack and Miri Make a Porno, Clerks II), while ultimately making the studio money, haven’t been breakout successes. Consider this: Zach and Miri was beaten out its first week by High School Musical 3: Senior Year.
The easiest way for a Hollywood liberal to immediately get fawning coverage is to douse their work in condescension towards the conservative worldview; it’s an accelerant for positive reviews by liberal leaning critics. However, what Hollywood types don’t get is that accelerants are often used to commit arson, and a movie like Red State will most likely leave a big black hole in Kevin’s career—what’s left of it—where conservative fans once stood.
While the knee jerk reaction might be to boycott the kind of tired, predictable, cliched Christian-bashing Kevin Smith offers with Red State, that kind of attention is exactly what he wants. Instead, I wish conservatives would familiarize themselves with the movie and flock to blogs in droves to ask why Kevin Smith keeps playing Silent Bob when it comes to radical Islam.
Crazy is patient. Don't be lulled into a false sense of security because of the success of Stuxnet.
If the mainstream media hadn’t just tried to link the acts of a random madman to a peaceful movement aimed at restoring limited government and fiscal responsibility I’d say we couldn’t accuse them of not having good intentions… However, one thing the Rep. Giffords tragedy has show is that liberal media outlets often want so badly for something to be true that they’re willing to run with it with just a few indictors to go on. I’m worried that this is going to be the case with Iran now that Stuxnet has generally accomplished its goals:
Identified in June, Stuxnet is being called the most sophisticated cyber weapon ever unleashed, because of the insidious way in which it is believed to have secretly targeted specific equipment used in Iran’s nuclear program.
Computer experts have examined the worm for months, and many believe Stuxnet was created by Israel or the United States as part of a covert effort to hamper Iran’s alleged drive for an atomic weapon. But the extent to which the operation succeeded had remained unclear.
In recent weeks, however, a rough consensus has emerged that Stuxnet has had a measurable effect. In addition to the remarks from U.S. and Israeli officials, the Institute for Science and International Security, an independent think tank, judged in late December that Stuxnet appears to have “set back Iran’s progress.”
Stuxnet “will undoubtedly reshape international security and foreign policy forever,” said John Bumgarner, chief technology officer of the U.S. Cyber Consequences Unit, a nonprofit research organization that studies cyber conflict. “It’s a tipping point that will usher in a cyber-defense revolution in military affairs.”
While Stuxnet is an incredibly awesome story, and it’s fun to think of Iranian mullah-nuts pulling their beards out for months trying to wonder why their centrifuges were all playing suicide bomber…it ultimately doesn’t change their will or desire to obtain nuclear weapons.
What I’m afraid will happen now is that liberals at the Los Angeles Times will become obsessed with “breathing space.”
After years of warning that an Iranian atomic bomb is right around the corner, Israeli officials now say Iran is at least four years away from deploying a nuclear weapon, maybe more. And Obama administration officials agree, although they shy away from endorsing a specific time frame. “We’ve gained some breathing space,” a senior U.S. official told me last week. “The good news is that we have slowed down the nuclear clock.”
Breathing space is fine, but it really all depends on what one plans on doing with that extra time. Is the goal to slow the clock down or is it to destroy the clock? What if Stuxnet hadn’t worked? What then?
Crazy is patient. Crazy outlasts politicians and sanctions and the weak-kneed will of bureaucrats at the United Nations who all talk a great game—until the s**t hits the fan.
Do a little research on who has done all the heavy lifting in Afghanistan over the years. Afghanistan was one of those wars the United Nations was supposedly on board for, yet there are a lot of nations that are perfectly capable of helping out that have been MIA for years.
In short: The United Nations as it currently exists is painfully useless. Anyone expecting it to play a productive role in ultimately bringing the Iranian nuclear standoff to a peaceful end should probably not take a vacation to Las Vegas anytime soon.
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