Like water, we
among the human species seek our own level, a level
resistant sometimes to ascending its flow toward the high road. Everybody seems to need an enemy, one of
those strange little requirements comprising our fabric, and much of the time
the enemy is real. The mosquito, for
instance, or the cockroach. If we run
out of enemies, we build them from scratch -- such is the case with football
games and other competitive sporting events.
In religious terms, the bad guy often wears Satan's garb. In the streets, the nameless and faceless
come and go, each shadow a reason for
curiosity or warning. And not to forget -- men and women can find the perfect enemy in one another.
During the last
week, France and its courageous policemen experienced a self-invented,
flesh-and-blood enemy, an irrationally rational evil sprung from the robotic
minds of indoctrinated young adults
whose reading lists apparently narrow down to a single book, The Koran. Moderate, nonviolent Muslims would insist
that the Paris killers are not following Islam -- IF moderate Muslims said
anything at all -- and that's a major part of the problem. If moderates don't publicly and strongly
condemn their darker side for the continuing procession of brutality occurring
all over the globe, rampageous events will never stop.
And if President
Obama can't manage even to throw out the words,
radical Islam terrorists
in front of the TV cameras, it's just a matter of time before trouble on
a giant scale visits the United States with little fuss. Heck, the makings and fixings are already
here. The open borders, you know.
Meanwhile, we in the states
await the long-delayed execution of Fort Hood jihadist poster boy and serial killer, Maj.
Nidal Hasan, but authorities instead busy themselves imprisoning U.S. military
personnel in federal facilities simply for doing their jobs as soldiers in the
Middle East. Or make that Missile East?
We hope it won't
be left strictly up to the international editorial community to condemn Islamic terrorist-inspired murders of French journalists, cartoonists and
others throughout the world whose work reflects and helps preserve that rare
and precious gem called freedom.
Jeb Bush in
2016? If we must have another Bush on the
presidential ticket next time, I'll opt for that dog on the Bush's Beans TV
commercials. Apparently, this is a well-groomed canine
of few words and, by virtue of his family relationship, already recognizes
that his camp is "full of beans."
The perfect Bush candidate? Woof, I say, woof !
