Our city remains on the hit list of Osama bin Laden and the nut jobs endeavoring to kill us all.
There really is nothing to negotiate. It is them or us. Their clarity is persuasive.
Yet their unyielding aim eludes the obtuse thoughts of the professional protesters who live in a parallel universe. They are forever wanting to give peace a chance, as if we will be allowed to resume our regularly scheduled lives before September 11, 2001, if we just pack up our troops in the Middle East and bring them home.
This is the false promise of those who have lost their self-preservation instinct.
The professional protesters left their ’60s time capsule in conjunction with President Bush’s State of the Union address Tuesday night. They lined Massachusetts Avenue Northwest across from the residence of Vice President Dick Cheney, decrying the use of torture against terrorists.
Why don’t these protesters ever gather in front of the Islamic Center on Massachusetts Avenue to speak out against the suicide bombers and the head-removing vermin? The center is within walking distance of the vice president’s residence. If you are all about protesting — and many of these forlorn souls make a career out of it — it would be easy enough to hold a protest in both places in one evening.
But that is not the way it works, apparently. The professional protesters are forever horrified at the notion of panties being placed on the head of a terrorist. But they are silent around a suicide bomber who kills innocent men, women and children.
Their righteous indignation is always limited to the Bush administration, and not those whose objective is chillingly clear: Kill the infidels.
The ever-eerie Cindy Sheehan was only too eager to be arrested in the House gallery after receiving a ticket to the event from Rep. Lynn Woolsey, California Democrat, who was “proud” to have her as a guest. That is the absurd mind-set of a lawmaker who owes her constituents far better than a wink and a nod around a mindless rabble-rouser who has a book to peddle.
These are serious times, like it or not, and Mrs. Sheehan and her kind lend nothing to the cause other than the usual talking points of the far left, which are: Bush lied and Bush is the greatest threat in the world today.
We hear you already.
What is it going to take to jar these people out of their glazy-eyed chants? Would they come to a greater understanding if one of our major cities was turned into a radioactive wasteland? Or would they again ignore a generation’s worth of attacks on U.S. interests and find some convoluted way to blame the Bush administration? The horror of September 11 certainly has not swayed Mrs. Sheehan, the pitiful Ramsey Clark, the CodePink crowd and the loony Hollywood cabal of anti-American dupes.
They all profess to have a deep understanding of the threat, no doubt from reading and listening to the old press, the so-called choir now preaching to an ever-dwindling choir.
Terror experts insist that the nation’s capital is destined to be struck again, not if but when. That danger should be at the forefront of any discussion involving our role in the Middle East.
But that is not what you hear from the drones who descend on our city in opportunistic moments. They have no real follow-up to: War is not the answer. Their answer is the fetal position while waiting for the next attack.
Our nation’s security should not be reduced to a political game.
When this city is hit again — not if — will we be Americans again instead of Republicans and Democrats? And how lame then, in hindsight, will the Vietnam-style protesters look? Their agenda, which aids and abets the terrorists, should offend all those who work and live in the city.
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