November 1621, and: Gov. Obama of Plymouth Colony prepares for the first Thanksgiving with his scribe, the boy Robert.
When you’ve dined at Grandma Baldwin’s you will know as well as I. When, at length, the feast was ended, Grand’ther Baldwin bent his head, And, amid the solemn silence, with a reverent voice, he said: “Now unto God, the Gracious One, we thanks and homage pay, Who guardeth us, and guideth us, and loveth us always!”
Chuck Hagel will soon leave his post as secretary of defense, but the threat from the barbarians grows. The threat from the Islamic State, or ISIS, looming over Iraq and Syria and the entire Middle East is compounded by the Obama administration’s confusion and cultivated weakness. Nobody with a clear understanding of what the world is about is in charge of the nation’s security.
It was inevitable that the race hustlers would flock to Ferguson like bluebottle flies when the St. Louis County grand jury declined to indict the Ferguson police officer who, in defense of his life, shot and killed Michael Brown.
The lot of a diplomat is not always a happy one. Life in striped pants can be challenging. So much Chablis and brie, so little time. It’s not all polite chatter. In the matter of the crucial talks over the future of Iran’s nuclear program, all the pushing and pulling of policy, all the huffing and puffing of inflamed egos, will probably be for naught. Sooner or later, unless the Israelis rescue the West from fear and indecision, Iran will have its Islamic bomb.