Let’s Book A Trip To Libya by Dan Bubalo

Time has been kind to Bill and Hillary Clinton because people’s memories get shorter by the hour.

Bill Clinton was a pig, and Hillary Clinton believed herself to be the vice president.  Reality says that they are a couple huckleberries from Arkansas who never had a clue, and if “Mrs. Rodham Clinton” was put under the grill at this most critical moment in American history she would be considered the most inept party-line-believer since Joseph Kennedy, who tried repeatedly to persuade FDR that Hitler was “someone we could work with.”  I’m not exaggerating.  Pull out your history books.

I’ve lived with vultures and can state without equivocation that predators smell weakness.  I can also tell you that such animals know fear, and that is why the policy of accommodation is blowing up in the face of this president; he is a rookie being advised by a Secretary of State, an uncredentialed woman who has vicariously thought herself to be the straw that stirs the drink of this country since 1992.  Her husband was too timid to go after Osama bin Laden, and she, just like her frightened husband, believes it better to hold hands with terrorists than attack them.

Whaddya say?  Let’s book a trip to Egypt or Libya real soon to get a good look at history.  Just make sure you have a will and your affairs are in order before we go.