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We have peace in our time.
– Neville Chamberlain (The Munich Pact with Hitler, 1938)
Democrats are on the precipice of securing their reputation as the Chamberlains of our time. In fact, today’s appeasers are worse than Neville Chamberlain: Chamberlain didn’t have himself as an example.
– Ann Coulter
Never have I seen such a collection of gutless, uninspired, craven pols as this present motley crew of presidential hopefuls for 2008. All of our great leaders are either dead (Washington, Jefferson, Lincoln, Theodore Roosevelt, Churchill, FDR, Joseph McCarthy, Reagan), retired (Margaret Thatcher, Gen. Colin Powell), or hounded out of office in disgrace (Newt Gingrich, Tom DeLay, “B-1” Bob Dornan, J.D. Hayworth, Rick Santorum).
Where are our strong conservative leaders? They are either signed up for that prime tee time slot at their local country club, or trying to beat the Democrats to the next microphone to crow about how they are now against the war in Iraq by passing a useless “non-binding resolution.” Yes, I put FDR on my list of great leaders because, although I differ with him politically, when the nation was at her darkest hour during the Great Depression and later, during the time of Hitler’s Nazi menace, FDR had the vision, leadership and administrative skills to move us to decisive action against our enemies –domestic and abroad.
As we gear up for the 2008 elections, all we have is a combination of the unusual suspects preening about – irrelevant senators desperate to secure a relevant legacy (Dodd, Hagel, Biden, McCain, Edwards, Brownback, Fred Thompson, Kerry [until recently]); retread or unexceptional congressmen (Newt Gingrich, Dennis Kucinich, Ron Paul, Tom Tancredo, Duncan Hunter); Lady Macbeth and Machiavelli all rolled into one (Hillary Rodham Clinton); a smattering of unremarkable governors (Mitt Romney, Bill Richardson, Jim Gilmore, Tommy Thompson, George Pataki, Mike Huckabee); an unexamined, untested flavor-of-the-month (Barack Hussein Obama); a thrice-married ex- mayor of New York whose career was on life-support, but for 9-11 (Rudy Giuliani); and a bootleg minister standing in the wings for comic relief (Rev. Al Sharpton).
As the multitude of presidential hopefuls and their handlers assemble, the air is tense with anticipation when the esteemed speaker mounts the podium. Suddenly, in unison, there is thunderous applause and ear-shattering ovations from the awestruck audience of the elite movers and shakers of Washington, D.C. Who is this man that will lead us to victory against Islamic terrorism wherever it raises its ugly head?
“Ladies and gentlemen, this man needs no introduction. You all know him. You all are him, and he is you. Let us welcome that great statesman of two generations past – Neville Chamberlain!” (more applause for five minutes.)
What will this man speak to us as Hitler and his children clamor at the gates to put Western civilization under the savage, unmerciful boot of Nazi tyranny for a thousand years? Is he seeking to convert us? To co-op us? Or perhaps, to destroy us? What will Chamberlain say that will assuage our fears about the imminent annihilation of our most faithful ally, Israel (“little Satan”) and our concern for ourselves, the United States (“great Satan”)? What will Chamberlain achieve to make President Mahmoud Ahmadinejad and the Iranian mullahs fear us once again like in days of old – in primeval times when Christian leaders like Charles “the Hammer” Martel (686-741), Charlemagne (742-814), Richard the Lionhearted (1157-99), Elizabeth I (1533-1603), Peter the Great (1672-1725), all fought so valiantly against the Muslim menace, face to face?
Neville Chamberlain waits for the applause to subside, clears his throat, and says to America’s illustrious future leaders and to the American people – “ALLAH IS GOD AND MUHAMMAD IS HIS PROPHET!” … As the audience recoils in horror at his words (for they are the words of a traitor), Chamberlain continues his speech undaunted: “We have peace in our time. I have in my hand the agreement that I just signed with the Nazi, Hitler/Ahmadinejad and the Saudi princes at Munich/Mecca and he/they promised not to send war/jihad against us if we surrender/convert to Hitler’s/Allah’s will.”
Still stunned silence from the audience, but as shock gives way to resignation and resignation to approval, Chamberlain’s final words are even more accepted by this gaggle of would-be presidents. Chamberlain, sensing the hour of his destiny is at hand, proceeds to his grand finale: “My brothers, my sisters, you are my lineage, my legacy. Do as I did, except for one thing … KILL EVERY CHURCHILL THAT ARISES!” However, before he completely leaves the stage, he returns to the podium and motions the audience to cease its thunderous applause. Chamberlain adjusts his clothes, clears his voice and proclaims to the crowd of presidential hopefuls looking up to him with rapt attention:
“Ladies and gentlemen, please disregard my last statement, my last remarks about “killing every Churchill that arises.” “Why?” someone shouts from the back of the room. And with a twinkle in his eye and the slightest smile which in the lights reflects so handsomely off his silver mane, Chamberlain intones in his most Shakespearian manner, “Because now I can manifestly witness from viewing this audience, indeed there are no Churchills here to kill.”
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