The Hitchhiker's Guide to Obama's Foreign Policy

Greetings from the Left Coast, where we here at Left Coast Blues do the heavy thinking for those who just can’t be bothered.

One of Douglas Adams’ most delightful inventions in The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy is the Ravenous Bugblatter Beast of Traal – a creature described as so mind bogglingly stupid that it believes that if you can’t see it, it can’t see you either. Therefore, if you are attacked by one, the best thing you can do is to wrap your towel around your head.

I’m not sure how many of the folks in Hillary’s State Department are fans of Douglas Adams, but our new posture in regard to Islamic terrorism appears to be to wrap our towels around our heads. It was reported in the Washington Post last week that the Defense Department’s office of security review emailed Pentagon staff members to say that “this administration prefers to avoid using the term ‘Long War’ or ‘Global War on Terror’ [GWOT.] Please use ‘Overseas Contingency Operation.’”

In a related matter, Janet Napolitano, the new head of Homeland Security – you know, the agency that was created specifically to keep us safe from terrorist attacks – is now referring to these incidents as “man-caused disasters.”

Representative Lamar Smith of San Antonio, the ranking Republican on the House Judiciary Committee, observed that it made about as much sense as referring to Mexican drug cartels as “recreational pharmacists,” to North Korea as a “gated community,” or to terrorist training camps as “desert day spas.” But then Representative Smith is another one of those goofy Texans – you know, like Ross Perot, who observed that at his company, EDS, “when you see a snake you kill it” (unlike GM, where, “when you see a snake, first you seek out the best consultants on snakes. Then you appoint a committee on snakes. And then you study snakes for a year or two.”).

Unfortunately, the Obama administration has gone even farther than GM – they appear to believe that if you call a snake a puppy, it will wag its tail and lick your hand. Talk about mind bogglingly stupid. And, no, this isn’t an April Fool’s joke. I only wish it was.

Thanks for listening.