What Do I Know?

What do I know?

I mean, I’m a college dropout. I dropped out while carrying a 3.67 on the dean’s list, so I must not be that bright. I lack the effete Ivy-League liberal education of B-Hussein-Obama (Blessed Be His Name) mmmm mmmm mmmm. I was an enlisted soldier, not an officer. I was a Military Policeman, not a member of Military Intelligence. I work a blue collar job. I live in a small town in South Carolina.


What do I know?

One would think that in order to be the alleged Commander in Chief, one of the myriad hats worn by the President of the United States, one would be a rational, intelligent person, surrounded by capable, smart, well-informed advisors.

What do I know?

I know that it’s a complete and utter farce that’s being perpetrated upon the good people of this great nation this evening when that smug Liberal Socialist ass clown dares to place his TelePrompters amongst the Long Gray Line at West Point, as if the United States Military Academy is just a cool backdrop for a photo op, to lie to me and tell me that he’s agonized over sending additional troops to Afghanistan.
He never agonized. He didn’t take his time to mull it over & weigh the options. He slid the troop requests of his appointed in-theater commander onto the back burner in order to spend his time instead on this Socialized Healthcare folly, or jetting to and fro on our dime to bow to foreign heads of state, or to piss more money away on bullshittery.

What do I know?

I know that you just told our enemies when we’re coming, where we’ll be operating, how many we’re bringing, and then you told them when we’re coming home. So now the people who are trying to kill us know the timeline for our deployments, and they can adjust their plans accordingly. They can move about and either prepare hostile welcomes, or they can go further underground and wait us out, since they now know when we’re going to pull the plug and come home.

What do I know?

I know that the kids of America would have been better off watching a Charlie Brown Christmas than watching the Decline and Fall of Western Civilization courtesy of The Obamessiah.