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Creating a Passive America: “Dog Days”


I’m beginning to feel like my neighbor’s dog.

Two different headlines this week are the reason: one about a murderous shooting spree and the other detailing a high school classroom scuffle. And if you’ll grant me just a minute or three of your time, I promise I’ll explain.

The shooting spree to which I’m referring is the recent one at Fort Hood. Tragically, the number of folks killed and/or wounded was unquestionably higher than it needed to be due to no personal firearms being allowed on base, a factor obviously known by the shooter. The same can be said about last year’s shooting at the Navy Yard, as well as the first shooting at Fort Hood back in 2009.

A lifting of this rule would have two fairly obvious effects:

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Our President’s Narcissism is now obvious to everyone…

Seriously, there’s something very, very wrong with this man.

Do you remember Obama’s response to the Ft. Hood shooting?

“…After news broke out of the shooting at the Fort Hood Army post in Texas, the nation watched in horror as the toll of dead and injured climbed. The White House was notified immediately and by late afternoon, word went out that the president would speak about the incident prior to a previously scheduled appearance. At about 5 p.m., cable stations went to the president. The situation called for not only his trademark eloquence, but also grace and perspective.

But instead of a somber chief executive offering reassuring words and expressions of sympathy and compassion, viewers saw a wildly disconnected and inappropriately light president making introductory remarks. At the event, a Tribal Nations Conference hosted by the Department of Interior’s Bureau of Indian affairs, the president thanked various staffers and offered a “shout-out” to “Dr. Joe Medicine Crow — that Congressional Medal of Honor winner.” 

Three minutes in, the president [finally] spoke about the shooting, in measured and appropriate terms.

Who is advising him?

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