President Obama is ruled by contradiction. He claims to be fighting a war, but offers captured enemy combatants, who respect no rule of law, the full constitutional rights accorded an American citizen, an insane policy no nation, including ours, has ever employed. To get around the business of actually capturing anyone, the president has embarked on an energetic drone campaign, loosing lightning from the sky, thereby eliminating the need for taking prisoners. This keeps him pure in the eyes of the left, at least for a time. Another benefit of taking no prisoners is that President Obama does not have to send them to the country club facility at Guantanamo Bay, otherwise known to the left as that hell-hole Gitmo, an act that would enrage his leftist base and leftist world opinion. And so, the president, the pilot of the American state, must defend the country, something he would much prefer be done by the United Nations and the Human Rights Commission, and washes his hands, like another Pilate, absolving himself of the dirty business of waging war.

 

 

The brow caressed by laurel wreathes

The toga cleaned and pressed

Our punchless pilot softly breathes

And puffs his manly chest

We do things by the law, he cried

Not our law, which has failed

These killers will be fairly tried

And afterward impaled

We’ll close that horrid Gitmo down

That place of US shame

The cause of every lefty frown

Or might just change its name

I am the pilot of this State

The greatest land on Earth

And that is why I am so great

For years I’ve proved my worth

I don’t like everything I do

Our enemies I love

A Predator that roams the blue

Is but a gentle dove

The things I do in secret, yea

Of them I wash my hands

Then punchless pilot turned away

Not knowing where he stands