An incredible contrast today.
The Monkeys In Trees Fling Poo
On MSNPC news the Talking Heads were all working up a lather over Whitaker. Loony Left “constitutional lawyer” intoning that it was on the face of it an impeachable offense to have appointed an Acting Attorney General and absolutely EVERYTHING done by the office was now subject to reversal on appeal as “there was no Attorney General”.
Yet I count 10 such marked by beige in this list:
Including Mark Filip appointed by Barack Hussein Obama…
You would think these monkeys in suits would at least check for precedents prior to flinging their poo.
Meanwhile In France
100 years ago today the Armistice to end World War One, “The Great War” before we knew we would need to number them, took effect.
Trump was in France, at a grave site for thousands of United States troops who died in that war. He was essentially delivering a eulogy for those fallen. A light rain was falling. As he spoke you could see the drops forming wet spots, then rivulets as they partly soaked in, then ran down his overcoat. Trump didn’t notice. The lion cares not about the rain.
He graciously singled out individuals who had family ties to the fallen, those who carried the torch of their memory today, the General in charge of the graveyards of the fallen, and remembered. Memorial Commission? Monuments Commission? Something like that.
His pace did not change. Each recognition given its due time. It was clear his attitude was “These honored dead died in a horrible battle, what’s a little rain in comparison.” After Taps, as the “Dignitaries” were leaving, he took time to shake hands and thank the Military members in attendance. No hurry there.
I found myself thinking “What would Obama have done?”. First off, there would have been a teleprompter. Then as it got wet he’d stumble, and cut things short. He’d not just stand in the rain, but have a Politically Correct Serviceman holding an umbrella over him. Then, when the exit was called, barely put hand to heart while checking his watch, and as soon as possible bolt for the exit; certainly not take time to thank Military Men for attending.
Then there I was, back looking at the Golden Lion, oblivious to petty things like rain and cold. Recognizing other Lions Of The Pride. Commander in Chief truly honoring service.