Operative BJ is a hammer who knows what to do when he sees a nail:
|Oh Mighty One,
This worthless minion grovels before you to say that all this “political correctness” and “sensitivity training” stuff is getting mighty tiresome. So, for the moment, I’m going to stand up, toss the sensitivity training book out the window, put Miss Manners away, and make my meaning plain and clear.
That recent White House border fence jumper? Do ya wanna know why he got all the way into the White House? It’s ‘cuz we’ve wussified the Secret Service with sensitivity training, paperwork, and unnecessary layers of bureaucracy! They probably don’t know what they’re allowed to do any more, they don’t know the ROE, and they probably can’t get a straight answer about either from anyone in the Department of Homeland (Lack Of) Security!
Yes, they still have guard dogs, but I’m sure the agents were told that it would be cruel to let the dogs bite someone’s leg just because that person jumped the fence. And if the snipers on the White House roof missed their shot into the intruder’s thigh and hit the knee, then the intruder might sue because he’d be crippled for the rest of his life – and the presiding judge, a Democrat nominee, would probably punish the sniper. And what if one of the Secret Service guards tackled the invader and knocked his head to the pavement? The New York TImes headline would read, “WH Intruder Concussion Caused by Secret Service Overreaction!”
Your Greatness, here’s what I say to the Secret Service: SHOOT THE B*STARD! We don’t know what was in his pockets, we don’t know his intent, we don’t know the reason he jumped the fence. Frankly, I don’t care about any of it. SHOOT THE B*STARD! We’ll get answers later, when we know the POTUS and everyone else in the White House is safe and secure.
I may not like the current President, the child-king Obama, but he is the President and must be protected with the full force of the Government of the United States. We must not allow “sensitivity training” and “political correctness” to overtake the core requirement of the job: using any force necessary to defend the POTUS and the White House, including deadly force.
But, once again, the child-king Obama places political correctness above his safety by saying that he has “utmost confidence” in the head of the organization that missed three (3) – that’s **THREE** – situations where the POTUS was in danger. That’s the story, anyway. Frankly, I have no confidence in Secret Service Director Pierson. I don’t care how long she was in charge: three incidents in close order means that she was more interested in defending herself and playing political “play it safe” games than in defending the POTUS..
SHOOT, dammit. Don’t ask questions. Don’t worry about later. SHOOT. No matter how much I dislike the child-king Obama, you will have done your job.
And I’ll cover your six.
As you may have heard, there was another serious breach in the last two weeks when a person, claiming to be a Congressman, got to ride an elevator with the President. The man was actually a felon. And was armed.
The Czar agrees that poor training since the 1990s is partly responsible for these breaches, but all of this mess was ongoing when Bush was President, too. The reason, we maintain, that these sorts of problems didn’t happen to Bush (the worst he got was a shoe, remember?) is because George W. Bush didn’t staff his departments with moron sycophants with high school musical educations. But don’t let the Czar leave it like that: here is how we put it last week or so.
Божію Поспѣшествующею Милостію Мы, Дима Грозный Императоръ и Самодержецъ Всероссiйскiй, цѣсарь Московскiй. The Czar was born in the steppes of Russia in 1267, and was cheated out of total control of all Russia upon the death of Boris Mikhailovich, who replaced Alexander Yaroslav Nevsky in 1263. However, in 1283, our Czar was passed over due to a clerical error and the rule of all Russia went to his second cousin Daniil (Даниил Александрович), whom Czar still resents. As a half-hearted apology, the Czar was awarded control over Muscovy, inconveniently located 5,000 miles away just outside Chicago. He now spends his time seething about this and writing about other stuff that bothers him.