Talking Head

I've accused Barak Obama of being nothing more than a pretty boy. This sort of lunacy helps me confirm my suspicion that he's all fluff in the head.

I'm all about big pictures, but when actions like wars are based only on big pictures we get results like bloody civil wars in unstable regions with American troops just stuck there dying at taxpayers expense. Big pictures need to be the motivation for plans, not the end.

When the best plan Obama can come up with is a love-fest about all the different kinds of bad things in the world and how they're all violence, someone really needs to pull the soapbox out from under him and give him a joint. Hope that sprang eternal never kept Casey from striking out. For that matter, while Flynn and Blake were as uninspiring as any hoodoo and cake, they at least got somewhere.

Oh, somewhere in this favored land the sun is shining bright.
The band is playing somewhere, and somewhere hearts are light.
And, somewhere men are laughing, and little children shout....

Or maybe not.

Play ball.