Charles Woods, the father of Tyrone Woods, one of the SEALs killed while trying to protect people in Benghazi after being abandoned to his death by our incompetent Administration, tells us that
Now, those of us in the Normal American community may immediately recoil and ask ourselves, “What kind of callous idiot would say something like that to a grieving parent?” But then, of course, we have to remember that this was not a member of the Normal American community. This was a member of our Ruling Class. And not just any member. This was Joe Freakin’ Biden.
“But Mark,” you may say, “surely even Joe Biden couldn’t make that big of an ass of himself, could he? Why would he say such a thing?”
Well, Gentle Reader, it’s like this. Our Ruling Class doesn’t consist of people who actually take risks themselves. They send other people to go do that while taking the credit for being courageous. They are, as a general rule, cowards and/or draft dodgers or people who purchase comfy tours of duty far from danger. (Indeed, the last president to risk his neck in a war zone was Bush 41, shot down during WWII). While brave men sacrifice for others, our Ruling Class members get rich or stay in DC and fatten themselves while giving the orders that cause others to suffer so they can look tough. So increasingly, we are ruled by chickenhawks who, When their country called, found clever methods to stay out of harm’s way.
But at some level they still want to be taken for men even though they are narcissistic greedy cowards like Joe Biden. So what do you do when you are a narcissistic greedy coward whose policies and incompetence sent a brave man to his death and you are face to face with his father? You go all jock soldier on him, sidle up and try to talk burly man talk to him like you are in a locker room after the big game. You try to get him to welcome you as a fellow man because then you might not feel like the coward and moral failure you know in your heart that you are: the man who killed his son while you were at some wine and cheese soiree.
Only in this case, you are Joe Biden and you are so into yourself that you cannot gauge how grotesque you look and sound. So you wind up turning the stomach of the father whose son you and your boss incompetently killed as you try to turn even a memorial service into something that is, at bottom, all about you.
These men should all be stripped of office and sent to clean toilets in Afghanistan till the war is over. That such brave men and their families should have to take orders from such venal and swinish narcissists turns my stomach. It would have been right and proper for that father to slap that man’s face and spit in it. But he had too much class for that. Way more class than Joe Biden.
Meanwhile, since my gorge rises in revulsion at this particularly repellent display of narcissism more than normal, I have an obligation to forgive Biden and I do. May God not hold this sin against him.
But I have no obligation to stay quiet. So I will repeat what I’ve been saying with renewed force: No decent person should cast a vote for this man or his boss.
A psalm I find helpful when confronted with the depth of our Ruling Class’ depravity and narcissism:
In the LORD I take refuge; how can you say to me,
“Flee like a bird to the mountains*;
for lo, the wicked bend the bow,
they have fitted their arrow to the string,
to shoot in the dark at the upright in heart;
if the foundations are destroyed,
what can the righteous do”?
The LORD is in his holy temple,
the LORD’s throne is in heaven;
his eyes behold, his eyelids test, the children of men.
The LORD tests the righteous and the wicked,
and his soul hates him that loves violence.
On the wicked he will rain coals of fire and brimstone;
a scorching wind shall be the portion of their cup.
For the LORD is righteous, he loves righteous deeds;
the upright shall behold his face.
There is and always will be hope. But it is in Christ Jesus and his saints, not in the princes of this world.