Well, I’m sure all of you have heard the devastating news from Connecticut. And I’m sure all of you have been forced to watch what President Obama has to say about it on just about every media outlet there is.
His speech-writers worked fast on the day of the murder to produce perfectly banal gems such as this: “I know there’s not a parent in America who doesn’t feel the same overwhelming grief that I do.” Or this: “This evening, Michelle and I will do what I know every parent in America will do, which is hug our children a little tighter, and we’ll tell them that we love them, and we’ll remind each other how deeply we love one another.” Or this: “May God bless the memory of the victims and, in the words of Scripture [really?], heal the brokenhearted and bind up their wounds.”
Indeed, Mr. President. They say that Herod was eager to come and worship the child also.
Hypocrisy is like a stench in God’s nostrils. But these days, it’s only cool to talk about it when we’re talking about conservative evangelical Christians. And nobody dares to ascribe it to our President. But to put it bluntly, the shoe fits. Like Cinderella’s glass slipper, it fits. I don’t know how else you can describe a man who sanctions the daily slaughter of such “beautiful little kids” as he pompously referred to in his speech. I don’t know how else you can describe a man who quotes Scriptures about binding up the wounds of the broken-hearted when the abortion machine has destroyed too many lives and souls to count. I don’t know how else you can describe a man who dares to speak of judgment for a society that won’t care for its children without a single twinge of uneasiness or regret—just a calculated voice tremor, a fake furrowed brow for the sake of some children whom society had decided it was acceptable to mourn for.