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“A Small, Nice Event”

May 4th, 2011

Can’t Good News Just be Good News?

Photo Courtesy John McNab

After a day of national unity, when I felt those stirrings of pride and patriotic appreciation, it helps to check in, reality-wise, with my right wing brother. After the news about bin Laden broke, I needled him: “How’s that for a president who sympathizes with the jihadis and wants to destroy America?” And I got pretty much what I was asking for.

If I am correct the military did this while Obama was drinking his coffee. Meanwhile Hamas and Egypt are brokering new power-sharing agreements that threaten Israel and are due to cause more instability in the Middle East thanks to the foolish choice Obama had made of ousting Mubarak.

Obama ousted Mubarak?

Obama had a clear voice in the ousting of Mubarak. He called for him to step down and did not support him. Israel is now in a nervous, difficult situation because of Obama once again. It was as reckless as Carter with Iran. Two clueless liberals = failure and despair…guaranteed.

All of this starts to make me wonder if the conservative mind sees despair on every Hobbesian horizon. Good news is merely an illusion, a distraction from unending threats. When bad things eventually do happen, ipso facto told ya so.

You are obviously committed to Obama no matter what he does. You can never see the incompetence of this fool you elected.

At a moment when many marvel at what our military and civilian leadership can accomplish, the megaphone of the Right (and therefore my brother) dismissed the news. The Osama-ectomy was a stunning operation, and I naively expected the Right to rally behind the SEAL Team Six success. Instead, my brother curled into a ball.

This is a small, nice event that pales in comparison to the many blunders Obama has already done. He is an awful leader who has sympathized with Muslims while not putting America first.

Why does my brother lives in this harsh mental space? Realism is one thing, but this is just depressing.

Standing on a hilltop near my brother’s house ten years ago, you could make out the faint outline of the Twin Towers. If you stand in that spot today, you will find a leaning stand of rusted steel, a memorial gazing out to the spot where 3,000 innocent people were murdered. The murderer has finally been brought to justice and, to me at least, the sky above their grave seems just a little bit lighter. Rather than seethe with anger at the president who ordered the kill, I just hope that my brother could look out on that sacred ground and share my small sense of relief.