Yesterday, I asked what Valerie Jarrett would tell Obama to do now that the administration, in an effort to save Holder’s delicate derriere from the Fast & Furious fallout, has gone public with a nefarious Iranian plot, one that is tantamount to a declaration of war, that Obama already knew about in June. (Wag the Dog, anyone?)
Today, we have the answer. The Obama administration, in language that would befit an irate, but still proper, Victorian maiden, has announced loud and clear that it’s going to scold Iran. There may be some finger shaking involved too, but I gather that the administration doesn’t want to escalate the matter too quickly.
I don’t like flying. Truth to tell, I hate it, but I’m still a fairly placid passenger. During a bumpy flight, the white knuckles and the occasional gasping breaths are the only sign that I’m agitated. One memorable trip, though, when we hit turbulence over the Midwest, the women in the row behind me spent over an hour screaming “We’re gonna die! We’re all gonna die!” I’m not going to do imitate that woman as our airplane of State bounces around, but my knuckles are white as I type, and the occasional gasping breath echoes over my keyboard.