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Can we impeach the president now?

Roger L. Simon, in arguing for a good “major motion picture” about the administration’s criminal behavior in the Ben Ghazi affair, sums up why impeachment is warranted:

“And mysteries abound – just where was the president of the United States that night our ambassador and others were under terror attack in North Africa?  Why wasn’t Obama directly involved? Why did the secretary of State pay so little attention?

“Just what was our ambassador to Libya doing in Benghazi that night anyway? Why were the perpetrators allowed to escape?  Why did the president lie for weeks about what transpired, trying to make a hopeless video nobody saw seem  the cause of the event?   And why were his lies covered up by CNN’s Candy Crowley [in the debate with Romney]? Why was no attempt made to save our people in the first place?”

This is only one reason to impeach King Putz. He was already complicit to an earlier murder. Not that we can expect the slumbering Democrat news media to support the idea, even if the stupid party dared. Rand Paul, maybe. Except that he’s a senator and under the oft-violated U.S. Constitution the House impeaches and the Senate tries. Mr. Boehner?

Our black or Jewish ancestor

I’ve told Mr. B. that he can legitimately claim an African-American ancestor. It would work as an Affirmative Action gambit these days if that should ever be needed. IF, that is, we buy into (or pretend to) the widespread claim that South Carolina planter/slave owner Gideon Gibson was a mulatto.

He was, indisputably as far as my family is concerned, our six greats uncle because we descend from his sister Hannah Gibson and her daughter Marcia Saunders Murphee.

Marcia (nicknamed Massey) married Claudius Pegues III Jr., a disabled Revolutionary War veteran and my four greats grandfather whom my late mother (and subsequently one of her granddaughters) used to establish membership in the Daughters of the American Revolution.

Although if mother knew anything about Hannah and Gideon Gibson she never spoke of them to me. Neither the African nor a possible Jewish connection would have appealed to her, to put it politely.

I prefer the claim that these Gibsons (sometimes spelled Gupson) were, in fact, Sephardic Jews, possibly originally from Portugal. Not that such exalted sources as PBS and Tulane University would necessarily agree. Indeed, large numbers of African Americans claim descent from Gideon and we know what openly daring to disagree with black people will get you nowadays.

But genealogy is very far from an exact science, and other than establishing a link to a person, old (and frequently misspelled) public and private records are at best ambiguous—we have no idea, for instance, whether Gideon called himself a mulatto, or whether some officious British colonial clerk decided he was one based on his skin color, hair texture and/or facial features.

We do know that Gideon carried documents proving he was a free man, because he showed them to the then governor of South Carolina (1740s), which was duly recorded, but the documents could as easily have been his release from indentured servitude—rather common in his time—as any manumission from slavery.

So we are pretty much left to believe what we like. And what I like is the idea that Gideon and Hannah Gibson were not half or less Africans at all but Melungeon Jews, Sephardics in flight (and often in secret) from the Catholic Inquisition which had driven their ancestors from Spain and Portugal.

Although I’m sure the African claim would make a much better Affirmative Action gambit than the Jewish one.

Not a good time to be a soldier

The soon-to-be-former defense secretary has decided that the military will get the smallest possible pay raise while King Putz has already submitted a fat hike for civilian federal employees.

As Darkwater so eloquently quotes from Kipling:

“God and the soldier we adore/In times of trouble, not before/When trouble’s gone and all things righted/God’s forgotten and the soldier slighted.”

Not that our unwise withdrawal from Iraq means “trouble’s gone” nor our impending skedaddle from Afghanistan, either. Both are starting to smell a lot like our defeat in Vietnam. To my old ‘Nammie’s nose, at any rate. Which brings to mind this other appropriate quote from Kipling:

“When you’re wounded out on Afghanistan’s plains/And the women come out to cut up what remains/Then just roll to your rifle and blow out your brains/And die like a good British soldier!”

Or an American one.

Meanwhile, back at Fort Hood, where 13 were killed and 32 others wounded in an obvious 2009 jihadi massacre, the civilian cops who stopped it have been laid off and are p.o.’ed that King Putz still insists that it was a case of  “workplace violence” with no politico-religious overtones.

Muslim persecution of Christians

“….the persecution of Christians in the Islamic world is on its way to reaching pandemic proportions...”

Strange how we never hear much about this in our snooze media, which always falls into deep slumber with a Democrat in the White House. Or, for that matter, from American Christian pulpits. Oh, they’d much rather talk about divesting from Israel.

A roundup of December killings, bombings and other blatant persecution (particularly back at Christmas) via Monkey In The Middle.

The feds don’t trust their own palace guard

Little ruckus here over discovery that Marines marching in King Putz’s inaugural parade had their rifles disabled so they couldn’t be fired. Apparently, according to a commenter here, the move isn’t unique to Obutthead. Lots of other presidents have done it, too.

I do recall sitting in an armory in full kit at Nixon’s inaugural in 1969. Our rifles were not disabled but we weren’t marching. Our squadron of the 6th Armored Cavalry Regiment was detailed in case there was a riot. There’d been quite a few the previous year after the assassination of Dr. King. We’d been thoroughly trained in riot control and would only have used live ammo as a very last resort. A menacing display of fixed bayonets was first, tear gas was second. But we had copper-jacketed 7.62 mm. And, like the Marines in January, we also carried M-14s.

Nothing happened in 1969 and we all went back to the barracks at Fort Meade and turned in our weapons at the troop armory. The troopies wandered off to Fiddler’s Green to pig out on beer. I went to the O club for a round, then back to the BOQ and went to bed. It had been a long, boring day.

Via Instapundit.

Race obsession’s malarkey

I don’t really care whether Queen Michelle has (or hasn’t) a fat butt. It’s interesting, however, that getting caught saying so can get you suspended without pay (though the conjoined anti-gay diatribe probably was the decider in that case). There’s a double racial standard here. Saying Mrs. Bush-the-elder has a fat fanny likely wouldn’t garner more than a laugh.

I recently encountered this double standard in an Amazon book review I wrote. Call King Putz our first black (half-black, actually) president and his supporters glow with satisfaction. Refer to his racial makeup in calling him a thief, as I did in the review, and they pile on, insisting that I am a racist.

But, getting back to Queen Michelle, there is this further professorial nonsense to consider: supposedly referring to her fat ass is “a code to racialize Michelle Obama and remind people that she’s black.”

Remind them? You mean they would otherwise doubt the truth of their lying eyes? What malarkey our race-obsessed academic loonies purvey.

Have You Seen Paperman?

Click here and you, too, can join the viral ‘Net phenom for this cool bit of animated story telling. Love story telling.