No shit? Give me a for-instance, Zeke.
“The nine American sailors arrested in Mexico in 1914 were not arrested by a legitimate Mexican government, but by a Mexican dictator, a self-appointed general, Victoriano Huerta. President Woodrow Wilson publicly referred to Huerta as ‘false, sly, full of bravado, seldom sober, always irresponsible, and a scoundrel.’
“It should go without saying that the United States did not recognize dictator Huerta or his so-called government.”
Then how come we recognize Hugo Chavez? Isn’t he a dictator who’s false, sly, full of bravado, seldom sober, always irresponsible, and a scoundrel?
“The exact opposite situation exists in Mexico today. The president of the United Mexican States, my close personal friend, Ramón Martinez . . .”
A close friend, Zeke, like those guys in Matamoros who grab your arm and ask, “Hey, gringo, you wanna fook my see-ster?”
“. . . is a statesman recognized around the world for his lifelong dedication to the principles of freedom and honesty in government.
“When this terrible incident of yesterday came to President Martinez’s attention, the first thing he did was send a senior officer from the Mexican foreign ministry to our embassy in Mexico City to inform our ambassador. Then he called his good friend in the White House—he calls me ‘Zeke’—to tell me what had happened, and to apologize to the American people for what had happened. He gave me his word, officially and as a friend, that he and every branch of the government of Mexico will do everything possible not only to apprehend and quickly bring to justice those responsible for the deaths of our fellow citizens, but to locate and safely return the missing officer to his family.”
Frankly, Zeke, I am not holding my breath. From what I saw in Mexico, every other cop is on the payroll of one of the drug cartels.
Castillo even bought—from the damn Federales—a Black Hawk the U.S. gave them to help fight the drug cartels. Charley used it to fly us onto the island.
I wonder what happened to the Black Hawk after we flew it back to the USS Bataan? Charley said that when the Bataan got back to Norfolk, they should say nothing; just unload the helo onto the wharf, then let the Mexican ambassador explain how it got there after the Mexican government had told us it had been totally destroyed fighting the drug cartels.
I can’t believe Natalie Cohen would go along with that, but I thought it was a great idea.
“We came very close in 1914 to going to war with Mexico . . .”
Again. I’m sure you will recall, Zeke, that we also had one with them in 1846. You know, like the Marines sing, “From the halls of Montezuma”?
“. . . And we came close, as you all know, to war recently. Our late and beloved President, faced with a very difficult choice, decided it was his duty as Commander in Chief of our nation to launch a preemptive strike on what he believed was a factory in the Congo manufacturing a dangerous substance that could have been used against us.”
“What he believed was a factory in the Congo manufacturing a dangerous substance that could have been used against us”?
Where did your late and beloved predecessor get a wild idea like that? Was he supposed to take the word of the guy who runs our biological warfare lab and personally go to the Congo to have a look?
“Like every other patriotic American, I fully supported—perhaps even cheered—his courageous decision.”
I seem to recall you saying, in front of a microphone you thought had been turned off, that it was “idiotic and reckless.”
“And then, when God in His infinite wisdom took our Commander in Chief from us, and I found myself in that role, I came to understand how difficult the decision he had taken was for him.”
Where the hell are you going now, Mr. President?
“The President was a wise and knowledgeable man. More than anyone else, he knew how close his decision would bring us to a nuclear war, and he knew full well that could have meant the end of the world.
“I came out of my study, my appreciation, of what the President had done wit
h two things: First, an even deeper admiration of his wisdom and character than I had had. And, second, an awareness that I was ill equipped to step into his empty shoes, and that without God’s help, I simply could not do so.”
Zeke baby, you finally said something I agree with.
“So I ask you, my fellow Americans, to pray for me. Pray to God to give me the wisdom and the courage that He gave to our late Commander in Chief. Pray to God that when another problem challenges our country, He will give me the strength to not act impulsively but rather with tempered wisdom.”
I hate to tell you this, Zeke, but getting God to give you tempered wisdom’s going to take a lot of praying.
“I was informed just before I came up here that there are matters requiring my immediate attention at the White House. So I will not be able to take questions.
“The Vice President and others here with me today will answer any questions you may have.
“Thank you. God bless you. God bless the United States of America.”