So John McCain stands in front of American flags (who you callin’ presumptuous, Willis?) and waxes bellicose about Russia’s recent invasion of Georgia (the former Soviet satellite, not the US state). Barry‘s on a much-needed vacation, leaving the pundits to foam over John Edwards‘ love child and grandpa’s push to restart the Cold War. To McCain, those were the days — when men were (white) men, and commies were running scared!
While Johnnyboy rattles off bullshit from his top foreign policy advisor
(a lobbyist for Georgia) and plagiarizes Wikipedia, the Russian Bear plods ever forward. Bush is in Beijing slapping athlete ass; Hillary, Bill and the gang that couldn’t caucus straight are busy rewriting primary history; meanwhile, Obama takes the lead among Christian voters. Has the world gone mad? Don’t answer that just yet. . .
Let’s get back to Russia. As much fun as it might be to break out the MX missiles and Huey Lewis cassettes and get our 1985 on, we’re in a different world now — one where we can’t afford to alienate our former Cold War rivals. Plainly put, we need Russia for any Iranian containment strategy that doesn’t involve bombing or invasion. Of course, to McCain, there isn’t a worthwhile foreign policy platform that doesn’t involve bombing or invasion.
So where does his bluster come from? Certainly not from any geopolitical reality. Thanks to W., our leverage on the world stage has been completely and utterly compromised. Shall we have a look-see at our foreign policy cred?
The next president — no matter who
it is — will have a hell of a time repairing these thoroughly torched bridges. We need to elect someone who at least realizes that they’ve been burned. And something tells me that’s not the guy who, after years of captivity in Southeast Asia, still thinks Vietnam was a glorious idea.
Now if you don’t mind me, I’m gonna go work on that bomb shelter. . .