So the Brit Parliament had the good sense to tell David Cameron to sod right the bloody hell off with his plans for flying air support for al Qaeda in Syria (good on ya, mates! Oh, and wouldn’t it be lovely if we had a system under which the people’s representatives could reign in a power mad tyrant C-in-C?) and then, suddenly, Barack the Bastard decided, unprecedentedly, to actually follow the Constitution and ask Congress for permission first. Unlike any and everything he has ever unilaterally decided to do before while Weepy Boner/McCockless sat around and cried like the beaten little pussies they are.
Obviously, Barack the Feckless Bastard only did so because he, belatedly, realized that his dumb yap had once again written a check that his arse couldn’t cash so, by punting the decision to Congress (as he should), he can always say it was the meanie Republican meanie-heads who stood in the way of his smarterer diplomacy and brilliant foreign policy, so let’s not give the slimy, illegitimate, fascist bastard any more credit than he’s due.
He couldn’t be reached for comment as he’s apparently off “playing cards” with Reggie Love again. You know, “playing cards” like “hiking the Appalachian trail.”
Which leaves who exactly in Barack the Moron’s fearsome coalition? Oh yes, fwance. Or maybe not so much.
A French official said his country would not act alone against Syria after President Barack Obama said he would seek approval from Congress before launching any military action to punish the government of Bashar Assad for a gas attack that killed hundreds, making Paris the last
mainally in the coalition [of one -- Emp.M.] to back off an immediate attack.
There, fixed it for ya.
But, but, that’s unpossible? Didn’t Comrade Hollande only a few days ago state, unequivocally, that fwance stood 100% ready to let the Americans fight for them? Again? “Ve vill fight to ze very last Americain, ve promise you!”
My how things have changed since GWB “unilaterally” charged into Iraq with a coalition of 40+ nations after an 18 month “rush” to war.
But do go on, Barry. His Imperial Majesty will be right over here with our friend Volodya, chugging vodka and eating caviar while you continue to make a colossal clusterfucking cunt of yourself.