He used to inspire awe, but now he inspires pity. He used to be a tower of strength. Now he's a shadow of his former self, a gladiator whose best days are behind him. He's much too damn young to be this pathetic. He needs some help from the sovereign individuals, the rational adults, who still populate this land of the not as free as our liberty birthright dictates that we should be. He was a PIGster before PIG's Porcus O' Publisher was gleam in his daddy's eye. He's one of our own, and we want to restore him to his former glory.
Born as a cartoon figure published in the New York Lantern on March 13, 1852, he missed those glorious moments of this nation's birth. He didn't have a name, yet, in 1776, but his spirit was there with the founding fathers when they crafted the Declaration of Independence. He didn't have his current physical form yet, but he was there in 1787 when the attendees at the Constitutional Convention put their names on this nation's founding document.
His name is Uncle Sam, a mythical figure who represents this nation conceived in liberty. A purely symbolic figure, he represents our strength. He represents our grim resolve to defend our life, liberty and pursuit of happiness from liberty's enemies, foreign and domestic.
In his prime, he gave those tyrants who viewed us from afar a stern warning. He told our enemies, "If you mess with me, I'll kick your ass". At the same time, he offered others an inspiring message that still resonates. He told Americans, "Anybody who tries to steal or trample your freedom answers to me. Don't worry about 'them', because I'll stand guard while you work to make your dreams a reality." To those who view our liberty from afar and want to become one of those lucky Americans, he says, "If you come in the front door, keep your nose clean, and pull your own weight, I'll give you a shot at the American dream, too."
That's who Uncle Sam was. That's who Uncle Sam is supposed to be. I regret, more than you know, that Uncle Sam is no longer the man he was, back in the day. He's not the man that Teddy Roosevelt defined with the telling words, "Speak softly and carry a big stick." Today, he rarely speaks at all and when he does it's, invariably, an apology for something he didn't do. Instead of carrying a big stick, he carries a bag of money to 'buy' some forgiveness.He also carries a flail that he hands to any pissant punk who wants to beat him. Somewhere along the line Uncle Sam's nads shriveled up, transforming Uncle Sam in a Girlieman that I'll call Uncle Girlie.
Here are a few examples which show the difference between Uncle Sam and Uncle Girlie.
Uncle Sam: After the Empire of Japan pulled that nasty number on us at Pearl Harbor, Uncle Sam got seriously pissed. Five months after Pearl Harbor - April 18, 1942 - he have Japan a taste of its own medicine. Determined to give them a surprise attack thrill, he shoe-horned 16 B-25 bombers onto an aircraft carrier, then launched them from deep inside enemy territory to bomb Tokyo.
Just getting started, he chased the enemy all the way across the vast Pacific Ocean, going from island to island to rip out the enemy forces by the roots. He hounded them all the way back to their home islands, where he demanded their surrender. When they refused, he nuked them into a more cooperative frame of mind.
Uncle Girlie: On September 11, 2012, when some jihadikaze assholes attacked our embassy in Benghazi Libya, Uncle Girlie, who had ample forces close enough [a few hours away] to assist them, did nothing. Instead, Uncle Girlie dithered, quivered, and cowered under his desk until the jihadikazes had murdered the ambassador, plus 13 others. Afterwards, Uncle Girlie had his headbreakers intimidated everyone into silence, while he made meaningless noises about 'bringing the killers to justice'.
Uncle Sam: In the 1840s,when he got into a pissing contest over the precise location of the border between Texas and Mexico, Uncle Sam eventually ran out of patience. He sent a military expedition into Mexico, to adjust Mexico's attitude. After Uncle Sam's warriors spent quality time in Mexico City, Mexico's attitude adjusted enough to make it see things Uncle Sam's way.
Uncle Girlie: Fronted by the Dumbo-eared Oval Office Pussy, Uncle Girlie won't lift a finger to free Marine Sgt Andrew Tahmooressi, whose only 'crime' is making a wrong turn at the U.S.-Mexican border. He has been in that Mexican hell hole since March 31st.
Uncle Sam: In December 1985, five American citizens were killed in simultaneous terrorist attacks at the Rome and Vienna airports. Libya was blamed, and U.S. President Ronald Reagan ordered expanded sanctions and froze Libyan assets in the United States. On March 24, 1986, U.S. and Libyan forces clashed in the Gulf of Sidra, and four Libyan attack boats were sunk. Then, on April 5, terrorists bombed a West Berlin dance hall known to be frequented by U.S. servicemen. One U.S. serviceman and a Turkish woman were killed, and more than 200 people were wounded, including 50 other U.S. servicemen. U.S. intelligence reportedly intercepted radio messages sent from Libya to its diplomats in East Berlin ordering the April 5 attack on the LaBelle discotheque.
On April 14, the United States struck back with dramatic air strikes against Tripoli and Banghazi. The attacks were mounted by 14 A-6E navy attack jets based in the Mediterranean and 18 FB-111 bombers from bases in England. Numerous other support aircraft were also involved. France refused to allow the F-111s to fly over French territory, which added 2,600 total nautical miles to the journey from England and back. Three military barracks were hit, along with the military facilities at Tripoli's main airport and the Benina air base southeast of Benghazi. All targets except one were reportedly chosen because of their direct connection to terrorist activity. The Benina military airfield was hit to preempt Libyan interceptors from taking off and attacking the incoming U.S. bombers.
Even before the operation had ended, President Reagan went on national television to discuss the air strikes. "When our citizens are abused or attacked anywhere in the world," he said, "we will respond in self-defense. Today we have done what we had to do. If necessary, we shall do it again." [History.com]
Uncle Girlie: James Foley, an American journalist, was beheaded by Jihadikaze assholes in August 2014. He could have been, SHOULD HAVE BEEN, freed long before that. Between Foley's abduction in November 2012 and his murder in August 2014 Uncle Girlie knew where he was being held. American special ops forces, proposed a rescue mission, repeatedly, but Uncle Girlie's shriveled balls wouldn't allow it. Uncle Girlie dithered for months, then reluctantly relented, after he KNEW that Foley had been moved to an unknown location. James Foley's blood is on Uncle Girlie's hands.
Uncle Sam/Uncle Girlie is, of course, a reflection of the American people and the Elected Tormentors they put into positions of authority. For example, the Oval Office Pussy is a cringing cretin who recoils in horror when he confronts risk or personal accountability. His 'opposition', those pachyderm punk fossils on Capitol Hill, are even worse. The only place we might find an Uncle SAM is in the TEA Party
We are at war with a determined, stoned on supernaturalism, enemy who is more than willing to die, as long as he, she, heshe or it takes America down with them. These Jihadikaze nut jobs are not going to back down. These Jihadikaze nutjobs see how pathetic Uncle Girlie looks. They, quite rightly, interpret Uncle Girlie's apologetic groveling as a sign that a stunning Jihadikaze victory is at hand. They understand us, see how distracted we Americans are by business as usual, and know that their triumph is just a matter of time.
It's not too late. Far from it. Since our enemy is in this war for as long as it takes. We survived our Pearl Harbor on September 11, 2001. We didn't do ourselves any favors with the 'virtual' Dunkirk, our precipitous withdrawal from Iraq and we're headed a similar fate in Afghanistan. It's not worth the risk, because, sooner or later, we'll need to go back and that would be a very bloody business. We're almost there with ISIS, but Uncle Girlie hasn't got the nads to do what's necessary.
We are a nation at war, and it's time that we acted like it. It means that each and every one of us must get our butts in gear. It means that we need to stand shoulder to shoulder with those brave men and women on the front lines by restoring Uncle Sam to his former badass self.
It's time to give Uncle Girlie the old heave ho.. It's time to impound the bag of money and throw that damn flail away. It's time to revive Uncle Sam, put that big damn stick back into his hands and put some steel in his spine. It's time to remind everyone, including those damn Jihadikazes, that we didn't start this war, but, like we did in World War II, we have the right stuff to end the damn thing. We could, and should, end it our way, using ALL the weapons in our arsenal.
There's nothing wrong with our military or our men and women who put their lives on the line to defend our liberty. They aren't the problem. The problem is much closer to home. The problem is an Oval Office Pussy who views our war as a campaign issue. The problem is also a government that can't get the hell out of the way and allow our men and women in uniform to get the job done.
What can We the People do? We can, as American citizens, start cleaning the "can't we all get along" deadwood out of D.C. We can begin replacing these American surrender monkeys in congress. We can learn from our Oval Office Pussy mistake and select a MAN to do a MAN's job. There's more we need to do, but first things first.
If we expect to survive...if we expect to win, we must make Uncle Sam and his big stick meaningful. We succeed by telling, every - damn - body that, Uncle Girlie is gone, and won't be back. No more apologies. No more hiding under a desk, hoping that these Jihadikaze fanatics will just go away and leave us alone. Most important of all, Uncle Sam will get 'proactive' by tracking down these Jihadikaze bastards, wherever they're hiding and 'assist' them with their well-documented death wish.
Just getting started, our restored Uncle Sam will start using his big stick on the home front. He'll begin by telling the clamoring, perpetually whining parasites who sap our vitality: "I'm not your daddy. I don't owe you a living. All I ever promised was to give you the opportunity to realize your own dreams. If you don't have a dream, aside from picking my pocket, that sounds like a personal problem."
Turning to those border jumping scumbag invaders and the nations that seem damn eager to export their poverty, he'll wave his big stick, and use it effectively to get everybody's attention. He'll tell these invaders, "You broke into my house without permission and now you want me to reward you for it. Don't hold your damn breath. I don't owe you a living and I've already got more homegrown parasites than I need. Get the hell out, now. I won't tell you twice."
Finally, and most important of all, we need an Uncle Sam who will take his big stick and start smacking our Elected Tormentors back to properly-Constitutional reality. We need him to grab Nanny State Nitwits like Harry Reid by the scruff of the neck and beat them until they whimper "limited government". We need him to do the political equivalent of chasing the money-changers out of the temple of national government. We need him to restore "We the People" to our rightful place as the leaders of our own government, instead of being victims of it.
One of you start looking for Uncle Sam's stick while I rip that Se Habla Espanol button off his shirt.