The Conservative Soldier

Say something nice or say nothing.

In a world of thin-skinned, self-proclaimed victims, it’s probably wise counsel.

So I thought I’d give it a try. I love you, Barack Hussein Obama.

I love you because of your deep and abiding core belief that Americans are stupid.

I love your utter indifference toward the men and women who volunteer to serve in the U.S. military at home and in war zones.

I love your recent nod to our soldiers, out there “fighting on my behalf”.

I love your artificial smile and put-on swagger.

I love your brash targeting of political enemies, and covert operations to sully their reputations and damage their livelihoods.

I love your coddling of environmentalists, even though it wreaks havoc on the economy and creates a stealth tax on working class Americans.

I love the way you authorized an artificial “seal of approval” of the southern Keystone pipeline, which needed no federal approval.

I love your willingness to trample the dignity of the office by inserting yourself into cable-news storylines, i.e., Sandra Fluke, the contraception addict, or Trayvon Martin, or bans on gay marriage.

Now that Newsweek has declared you “the first gay president“, I guess this means you love me, too.

I love the billions of dollars you’ve frittered away on “stimulus” and government-endorsed “green energy” ventures (and Michelle’s vacations).

I love your fierce loyalty to Attorney General Eric Holder, who will probably bring you down or, at the very least, taint your legacy.

I love that you consult your school-aged daughters on complex social issues.

I love your stubborn efforts to advance the liberal-progressive economic playbooks of FDR and LBJ, which the passage of time has exposed as recipes for failure.

I love that you endure the insufferable babblings of insane old white men like Joe Biden and Harry Reid, though either one is capable of derailing your presidency.

I love that you so readily bask in the credit you were given for the courageous military operation that ended the life of Osama bin Laden.

I love that your 2008 campaign paid Rev. Jeremiah Wright to stop talking. (Apparently, Biden’s price tag is too steep, even for you).

I love your man crush on George Clooney, which is obviously rooted in your shared limitations as actors. (He has Ocean’s 11, you have oceans of debt).

I love how you imposed the NATO Summit on Chicago, the hometown you visit only when fundraising duties beckon.

But this, Mr. President, is what I love the most about you. I love the fact that, like all delusional dictators across the history of civilization, you will never grasp that your arrogance and ignorance will awaken the masses and drive you toward your destiny as a dangerous but fleeting historical footnote.

That day is coming. What’s not to love?

The political blogosphere is red-flagging this week’s Presidential executive order by Barack Obama “promoting international regulatory cooperation”. Obama signed the order on Monday and soon thereafter slipped off, unannounced, to make a campaign appearance in Afghanistan.

None other than the Wall Street Journal afforded Obama’s regulatory czar Cass Sunstein coveted space on its op-ed page to explain how the executive order calls for creating a framework that eliminates “unnecessary regulatory differences across nations” with no intent whatsoever to “undermine American laws.” (Sunstein’s White House Office of Information and Regulatory Affairs is tasked with making this happen).

Blogger Henry Shivley peeled away the semantics and found the heart of the Obama order. “What is actually being attempted here is a standardization of international law,” Shivley wrote in a May 2 post at his site, From The Trenches World Report. “It is an absolute violation of the Constitution for the United States to legislate our law outside of our borders.”

As usual, the truth is buried beneath artfully worded phrases made to sound harmless, if not benign. Sunstein’s op-ed mentions global standards for container sizes. Who wouldn’t want that?

The catalyst for the executive order, Sunstein cleverly advises, is a desire to “align U.S. regulations with those of our major trading partners.” Align, as in move, as in shift laws that dictate how Americans live and businesses function in a direction closer to the laws of other nations.

It’s easy to read right past it, but think about what the Obama White House is saying. Is this not another apology? “We’re sorry, nations of the world. Our laws serve our arrogant, selfish American interests. We’re realigning. Did we say we’re sorry? We are. Truly.”

How does realignment of laws go hand in hand with Sunstein’s contention that we will at the same time never “compromise out national prerogatives”? It doesn’t. As a sovereign nation it is precisely our prerogative to enforce regulations that serve our interests.

“International cooperation and harmonization,” Sunstein writes is the underlying goal. Isn’t that the approach Obama has taken with Libya, Iran and Syria? How’s that working out for us?

Sunstein, who with his spouse, Obama foreign policy advisor Samantha Power, has a well established track record promoting radical agendas, is heading the Office of Information and Regulatory Affairs precisely because of his acumen toward the art of manipulation (and friendship with Obama dating to their days together teaching law at the University of Chicago). OIRA has been a suspect entity whether Republicans or Democrats are in the White House. One of its harshest critics is a liberal group, the Center for Progressive Reform.

“The Obama Administration has further entrenched a regulatory system in which White House officials (via OIRA) trump agency expertise with decisions based on raw politics. While the Bush Administration changed 64 percent of regulations under this process, the Obama Administration has changed 76 percent.”

The Center charges OIRA’s agenda actually weakens public health and other protections. So potentially dangerous is OIRA under Sunstein that liberals and conservatives are equally leery of his motivations.

In 2009, the Wall Street Journal sounded the warning sirens as Sunstein awaited confirmation to his new post:

“In a significant, but little noticed, memo written 10 days after taking office, Mr. Obama ordered up a rewrite of how OIRA goes about its work, the first such revision since 1993. ‘Far more is now known about regulation — not only when it is justified, but also what works and what does not,’ the president wrote.

So now we’ve come full circle. Obama becomes President of the United States. He surrounds himself with longtime philosophical allies and friends. He names them czars, empowered to “fundamentally transform” America. He places Sunstein at the helm of the one obscure but powerful agency that can fulfill Sunstein’s (and Obama’s) lifelong ambition to control people’s lives based on the firm belief they are too ignorant to make important decisions for themselves.

And, as Shivley writes, it leads to a looming, potentially catastrophic end game:

“This latest executive order can absolutely be used to institute gun confiscation laws/regulations, without any consent by our Congress or our Judicial.  And once these foreign laws are brought to the United States under the various security agreements, foreign troops will be brought in to enforce the foreign laws upon the people of the United States. … This is exactly what the Bolsheviks did to the Russian people in 1917.”

Are you tired of Barack Obama yet? I’m not suggesting mere exasperation with his misguided policies, his warped worldview, his utter disregard for mounting debt, or his contempt for the Constitution and our founding principles.

I’m not referring only to his reviling race baiting, class warfare pandering and overall campaign of deception.

We know that millions of Americans had had enough of Obama by the end of January 2009. Like prison inmates, we wanted to wake up and discover the nightmare was over. But the walls kept closing in, obscuring sunlight, and crushing our spirits. And millions upon millions more have joined us, dreaming of the America we once knew, only to be jolted back to reality with the dawn of every tedious day - 1,193 as of Friday.

When I think about how weary I am in this Age of Obama, I think about the down-to-the-bone fatigue, the constant aching that begins in my heart and radiates down my spine. It is supposed to be crippling, like a chronic illness. It is intended to breed hopelessness (hope is for bumper stickers).

Wow, you say, this is one angry Conservative on a rant here. You would be wrong. This is the Obama playbook, borrowed from radicals like Saul Alinsky. They think they can beat us down, grind us into irrelevance, and render us borderline mad.

I reject that. Acknowledging my weariness is not weakness, I am not hinting at eventual surrender. Quite to the contrary, this is the time to reach deep and plan the escape. This is when we must channel American soldier Louis Zamperini, the “unbroken” World War II hero who endured incomprehensible physical battering at the hands of Japanese prison camp officers.  Louis survived a plane crash into the vast Pacific. He survived years as a prisoner of war. Today, at 95, Louis is going strong.

Now is the time to embrace the words of patriot Martin Treptow.  His diary was found on a French battlefield after he lost his life in service to his country in World War I. Ronald Reagan honored Treptow in his 1981 inaugural address. The words this young soldier from Kansas scribbled in the front leaf of a small booklet are remarkable. He was a small town boy, far from home, overwhelmed no doubt by the magnitude of the challenge ahead. He was but one man on a massive battlefield.

I am sure he was weary, tired, and prone to moments of despair. But young Treptow fixated on the goal. He was spent physically but emotionally girded.

He wrote, “America must win this war. Therefore, I will work, I will save, I will sacrifice, I will endure, I will fight cheerfully and do my utmost, as if the issue of the whole struggle depended on me alone.”

I am weary of Barack Obama, of his refusal to lead our nation, of his endless campaigning, his constant re-messaging, his exploitation of contraception, student loans, Medicare and Trayvon Martin.

I am deeply troubled by Obama’s delusional vice president, Joe “Big Stick” Biden. I am worried that Obama’s absolute negligence on foreign policy and homeland security makes us vulnerable. I am enraged by Obama’s deliberate efforts to impede our nation’s emergence as the world’s leader in oil and natural gas exploration and production.

Are you like me, are you furious about reports that an Obama campaign web site is naming the names of Romney donors as targets? As noted by Kimberley Strassel in the Wall Street Journal, “Any giver (to Mitt Romney for President) risks reprisal by the president of the United States.”

Can you feel the blood in your veins begin to bubble when Obama appears with comedian Jimmy Fallon to advance his bogus student loan “freeze”, allowing Fallon to flippantly address the 44^th President as “the Barack-ness Monster”. (He’s half-right).

As a writer to the Journal’s letters to the editor noted this week, there was not an Alex Hamilton, a Tommy Jefferson, a Jimmy Madison. But here in 2012, Fallon is on camera with Obama, addressing him as “the Preezy of the United Steezy.”

Had enough yet? There are two choices. We can cower in the foxhole, resigned to our demise. Or we can rise to the occasion and meet the moment that destiny has planned for us. We can, like Martin Treptow, stand up and say, “Choose me!” We can will ourselves to carry the message along the battle lines, dodging enemy fire, sprinting toward the goal, undeterred.

I am very tired, friends, but I “will endure”, and I “will fight”, as if “the whole struggle depended on me alone.”

Join me.