Obama actually has some terrorist friends – after moving to
Chicago, among the many ultraliberals he befriended was one Bill Ayers, who,
along with his wife, are unrepentant murderous terrorists embraced by Obama and
his kind (Columbia, Northwestern, and the University of Illinois at Chicago,
inter alia, have such people on their faculties). In fact, there’s a new movie out by
ultraliberal Robert Redford that lionizes left-wing terrorism – that is, the
good kind, like Muslim terrorism, that, though regrettably excessive at times,
is nevertheless seen to be an understandable and righteous response by those feeling
aggrieved by the power of Judeo-Christian Western culture. It’s not about the murdering, it’s about
whether the killers have the correct grievances against the correct oppressors.
Obama’s minions have created a hostile work environment for
any government official interested in protecting Americans from Islamic
extremism, from the Army General who bemoaned the effect the Fort Hood Muslim
murdering terrorist might have on the military’s efforts at “diversity”, from
nitwit Homeland Security boss Janice Napolitano’s refusal to call the Fort Hood massacre an act of
terrorism, ridiculously labeling it as “workplace violence”, to the FBI’s
downplaying Islamic terrorism in its training manual.
We now learn that the brothers were living off taxpayer money
in Massachusetts, long a Democrat utopia. On
welfare, the older brother, who was supposed to be a political refugee, had
enough money to return to the place in which his life was supposedly
threatened, Russia, for six months. Back
in the States, on welfare he’s driving a Mercedes.
Here’s the defining Rorschach test illustrating the divide
in attitudes toward Muslim terrorism. State
the following: most Muslims are not
terrorists, but most terrorists are Muslim.
If a head explodes, it’s a liberal, and not one who was going to keep us
safe.
Michael Walsh (link):
“I’ve long said that the relationship between the American Left and
Islam is that of masochist and sadist; the perfect Suicide Cult meets the Death
Cult of its dreams. No wonder [in Boston] they got along so well together, right up to the
moment when they didn’t.”
John M Greco