The Circus Bear President

Do you ever read the comments section of articles you find on the Internet? I do. Sometimes I find one that just boils it all down so succinctly and with such clarity that I am moved to repeat that comment, as I did here. There really is no better way to express it. “How many soldiers have died in the rain?"
The image of the President, any President, is only that which the public is allowed to perceive. He is shuffled here and there by his "advisers", handled like a leashed bear in a traveling circus. He is told what to say and how to say it; his speeches carefully written and messaged to have the maximum impact and influence on the voters; his movements carefully planned and choreographed. At the least sign of danger, physically or politically, he is swept away, surrounded and shielded.

This current circus bear President, this community activist product of the school of Chicago mob politics and affirmative action achievement, is the perfect example of the worst that can be offered by the circus bear performance that has become our Presidency.  On our Nation’s most solemn occasion, or one that should be considered our most solemn occasion, the day when we Americans pause to remember and honor those who have given their lives to defend our freedom, the President is looked upon to lead that reflection, to set the example. He is, after all, the nation’s Commander In Chief and he is, therefore, the proper one to lead that remembrance of our fallen heroes. What better way than for the President to place a wreath upon the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier? It has been a long honored tradition and a fitting one that on Memorial Day, the President as Commander In Chief, the man who has the ultimate power to order men into combat and death, lays a wreath upon the most recognized symbol of that ultimate sacrifice. The Tomb of the Unknowns is such an honored place that it has been guarded continuously, 24 hours a day, 7 days a week by an elite unit called the Tomb Guards, since July 2, 1937. Inclement weather does not cause the watch to cease. Nothing does.

But this year on Memorial Day, our current circus bear President was somewhere else. His handlers apparently decided some other cemetery would be a nice place to make a speech. They chose a symbolically political named location for that speech, Abraham Lincoln National Cemetery. Considering Lincoln was responsible for half a million fallen soldiers, it is a fitting name for a National Cemetery, and considering the current brew haha over the racially charged issue of illegal immigration, what better place for the first half black circus bear to give a speech on Memorial Day than a cemetery named after the man who freed the slaves? It is also close to Chicago. How convenient for the circus bear and his handlers who would all be close to their favorite city, and all their friends, mob associates and as yet unindicted co-conspirators.

I don’t know if the Abraham Lincoln cemetery is guarded 24/7 by a select military unit, rain or shine like the Tomb of the Unknown Soldiers. I rather doubt it. It doesn’t matter to the media, however and that’s what really matters to Obama and particularly to his handlers. So there he was, all ready and eager to read those teleprompters and grace us, and mostly the media, with his special brand of activist wisdom once more....well, ready until it started to rain.

I am certain that he was not afraid. He did after all survive the political combat of Chicago politics which surely took guts and courage. He also survived that awful childhood being raised by a devout communist mother and flaky absentee black African father. I am certain, if it were up to him, he would have braved the storm and given that speech and never missed a word of it. He’s one hell-of-a speech giver, ya know. I’m not so certain, however,  that he’d be able to survive Army boot camp, let alone one day in actual combat, but we’ll never know because he didn’t choose to serve in that capacity. He chose Harvard Law School and community activism instead.

But the rains came and the thunder roared and lightning flashed. It must have been awful. Teleprompters don’t work so well in the rain and without them, neither does a circus bear President. So, in the interest of protecting the audience, fearing a lightning strike on some sinner thereabouts, the show was moved to a safer, drier venue.... a hanger. Now that’s appropriate. But, first he tried climbing on a bus full of bussed-in spectators but was heckled off the bus, so it was on to plan B. That’s what I call leadership. Or, should we say handlership?

It’s probably just as well Obama wasn’t at Arlington National Cemetery that day. If the good Lord had decided to go after him with a lightning bolt there at the Tomb of the Unknowns and he ran off like a scared little girl, leaving the Tomb Guards there all alone in the storm as they are everyday, 24/7, rain or shine.... think how bad that would have looked to the Nation. I know what one person would have asked, “how many soldiers have died in the rain?”