So please don't insult Neville Chamberlain by comparing him to Obama. I'm not a conspiracy theorist, because conspiracies are generally a comforting illusion: the real problem with Obama is that the citizens of the global superpower twice elected him to office. Yet one way to look at the current "leader of the free world" is this: If he were working for the other side, what exactly would he be doing differently?
For example, he has spent most of this week hosting an international conference on something called "violent extremism". Whatever may be said of Munich, Chamberlain never hosted a three-day summit on "rearmament" in general whose entire purpose was to deny that "rearmament" and "Germany" were in any way connected. Yet that is exactly the message the United States government has just offered to the world - in between such eccentric side spectacles as Marie Harf, star of the hilarious new comedy Geopolitically Blonde, explaining her jobs-for-jihadis program, and the new hombre in charge of the planet's mightiest military machine having his woman felt up on camera by Joe Biden. Now there's a message to send to the misogynists of Burqastan about what happens when you let the missuses out of their body bags.One recalls William F. Buckley's quip about preferring to entrust the governance of the U.S. to the "first 400 people listed in the Boston telephone directory than to the faculty of Harvard University." It seems to me that now would be a perfect time to make the switch.
And Marie Harf? She could also star in the hilarious--and yet tragic--new musical, Blonde Ambition. Her show-stopper: "Nothing To Do With the Jihad" (which, go figure, has the same melody as "Everything's Comin' Up Roses"):
Islam's swell! Islam's great!
It has nothin' to do with the hate!
Starting here, starting now,
It's got nothing to do with the jihad!
Clear your minds! Just relax!
Barack O.'s gonna give you the facts:
"Islam's grand. Islam's fine.
It's got nothing to do with the jihad."
So barbaric and cruel.
Open wide, dear.
Dr. O.'s got your thin, toxic gruel!
Curtain down! There's no wrath
As we lead you down our garden path!
Islam's swell. Islam rocks.
Go to hell with your balks.
That crescent moon was once embraced by Dad.
Honey, true Islam's got lots of roses and daffodils!
True Islam's got lots of kisses and happiness!
True Islam's got lots of rainbows and unicorns!
True Islam's got not a thing to do with the jihad!
Update: And speaking of bubbleheads--ladies and gents, it's our prime minister-in-waiting, Justin T.! (Tip o' the hat to relentless link aggregator MW.)