EDINBURGH, Scotland – “The president left for a golf outing after his brief press conference.” Thus Aaron Klein ends his WND report of Mr Obama’s announcement that he will ask Congress to authorize war against Syria.
Now hear this, Hussein. You do not, repeat not, play golf or any other game while you are planning to invade someone else’s country in the name of keeping the peace. You stay at your desk in the Elliptical Office, and you stop using Air Force One as your private jet at taxpayers’ expense, and you get on with the job that – whether or not you are entitled to hold it – you are being handsomely overpaid to do.
Stop playing at Presidents and start taking the lives of America’s servicemen seriously. Is that too much to ask? If it is, get out, and take the dreadful Biden with you.
I share the profound distress of those Western governments that are not away playing golf. The atrocities perpetrated in Syria are horrific. I pray for the souls of those who have died and for the comfort of their grieving families.
I share also the West’s statesmanlike view that abuses and denials of human rights, including the right to life itself, are not merely the internal affairs of brutal regimes but the highest concern of every conscience and of every nation possessing a conscience.
Nevertheless, the ill-conceived, ill-considered military adventure in Syria – the Golf Course War – must not proceed.
Francis Bacon, in his essay “Of the Greatness of Kingdoms and Estates,” wrote this: “Walled towns, stored arsenals and armories, goodly races of horse, chariots of war, elephants, ordnance, artillery, and the like – all this is but a sheep in a lion’s skin, except the breed and disposition of the people be stout and warlike.”
But after generations of imprudent defense cuts, where in the Western world are our arsenals, our armories, our artillery, our engines of war? We have become a sheep in sheep’s clothing. Where, even if we had the means to fight, is our stout and warlike spirit?
Notwithstanding the latest report from French intelligence, it is far clear who is abusing whose human rights in Syria; it is still less clear who the rebel rabble are or whether they are any less unsavory than the unspeakable hereditary regime of Clan Assad; if we intervene, we may find ourselves – as we have before – inadvertently arming and supporting vicious terrorists implacably opposed to the liberty, democracy and sheer success of the West; our bankrupt nations lack the means, the men and the materiel to fight on existing fronts, let alone to open up new ones; the will of the people is lacking; parliaments and congresses are divided; and, above all, previous well-meaning shoot-from-the-hip interventions, such as the débacle in Afghanistan, have shown little value to their intended beneficiaries at much pointless cost in young and brave Western lives.
The Children’s Coalition in London and the golfing goofball in Washington (or Florida or wherever he is) are scarcely qualified to set up toy soldiers in a sandpit, let alone to send real ones to the Syrian desert.
War is not a game. Our gallant armed forces are not playthings. A grown-up government would not for a single instant think of drifting into World War III absent the means to pay for it, the kit to equip it, the national will to pursue it or the governmental stomach or skill to see it through. Obama is no Eisenhower. Cameron is no Churchill.
What is needed is some serious strategic thinking, not war games planned on the 18th tee at the 11th hour by the 14th-rate commander in chief.
So here is what I would do if I were president.
My genuine British birth certificate provides no less entitlement to hold that office than Obama’s bogus Hawaiian certificate. Besides, unlike Obama, I share your Founding Fathers’ vision of life, liberty and happiness, of government of and for and by the people, and not gummint of the gummint, by the gummint, for the gummint.
I should never send our young men to war on a whim, or a knee-jerk, or a golf-course.
Though the Assad regime has committed murderous atrocities, so have its opponents. So I should not take sides.
There is no money to pay for war. Uncle Sam’s credit card is maxed out. Even if someone is offering to bankroll America for a few months longer in return for a pledge of war against Syria, I should never allow America to be bribed into battle.
The West is now too weak to win World War III. So I should not be willing even to flirt with starting it, and especially not over Syria, where the moral imperative to intervene is absent.
These careless wars, for which my own nation now has no stomach (the House of Commons voted down sending troops to Syria by a lucky majority of 13), do not have the support of the people. And I should be surprised if they had the support of Congress. So I should not even ask.
Above all, though we should always keep up our guard against Islamist extremists like those who murdered 3,000 on 9/11, and though we should shame moderate Islam into speaking out more loudly and more often against the extremists who have done what may yet prove irremediable and terminal damage to Islam’s global reputation, we should not take pointless military actions, especially actions that will tend to unite the moderates and the mad mullahs against the West.
To use a golfing metaphor Mr Obama might understand, he that plays himself into the bunker will probably not get home under par. Stay out of the Situation Room, Hussein.