Helen Weir
I wish I lived in O'Reillyland . . .
By Helen Weir
. . . where the prospect of an Obama presidency is nothing to be particularly concerned about. The Democratic contender may be friendly with domestic terrorists and willing to meet unconditionally with foreign ones, but how bad could he possibly be, if he has integrity enough to face a few awkward questions on the Factor, with a "body language expert" standing by to favorably interpret his every facial tic? His campaign may have dissed other reporters like Barbara West and the trio recently denied admission to Obama One; it may be stonewalling about little things like involvement with ACORN, the legitimacy of its fundraising operation, the toasting of former PLO operatives, and constitutional eligibility to run for president in the first place; it may be standing by in silence while Joe the Plumber has his privacy invaded in a way that no Al Qaeda member has to put up with, and Sarah Palin hangs in effigy in California; but in O'Reillyland, the verdict is in. Barack Obama is a forthcoming, stand-up kinda guy.
I wish I lived in O'Reillyland, where the countless families that could lose members during an "international crisis generated" by the election of the suspect, unproven Mr. Obama as president of the United States, the innocent Iraqis left to their own devices against the resurgent forces of tyranny and terror if our troops are precipitously withdrawn from their region, the American households and businesses that stand to be harmed to the point of extinction if the Democrats' economic designs are actually visited upon this country, can take comfort in Bill's promise to be "all over" the new president, should these expected eventualities actually come to pass. Doesn't that make you feel better? It does me. Or rather, it would, if I lived in O'Reillyland.
I wish I lived in O'Reillyland, where abortion is no longer an important issue. After all, recent polling shows "white Catholics" split 46% to 46% so — by the No Spin Zone, anyway — the whole subject can now be dismissed. Never mind that millions of innocent unborn children, and infants, and disabled people, and elderly people, have had their lives unjustly snuffed out as it is, and that these horrific numbers will surely be dwarfed by the new statistics if the most pro-abortion politician in the history of the nation is allowed to list 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue on his voter registration form. Never mind the countless other "bold, fresh pieces of humanity" that God may be planning to send into this world. Those of us who seek — as Governor Palin put it, as Abraham Lincoln put it — to be sure that we are on God's side have (in the oft-repeated estimation of the Factor host) "no power." That would mean, in the last analysis, that God has none, either.
So I guess I'm mighty glad that — come what may on election day — neither I nor anyone else really lives in O'Reillyland after all.
© Helen Weir
. . . where the prospect of an Obama presidency is nothing to be particularly concerned about. The Democratic contender may be friendly with domestic terrorists and willing to meet unconditionally with foreign ones, but how bad could he possibly be, if he has integrity enough to face a few awkward questions on the Factor, with a "body language expert" standing by to favorably interpret his every facial tic? His campaign may have dissed other reporters like Barbara West and the trio recently denied admission to Obama One; it may be stonewalling about little things like involvement with ACORN, the legitimacy of its fundraising operation, the toasting of former PLO operatives, and constitutional eligibility to run for president in the first place; it may be standing by in silence while Joe the Plumber has his privacy invaded in a way that no Al Qaeda member has to put up with, and Sarah Palin hangs in effigy in California; but in O'Reillyland, the verdict is in. Barack Obama is a forthcoming, stand-up kinda guy.
I wish I lived in O'Reillyland, where the countless families that could lose members during an "international crisis generated" by the election of the suspect, unproven Mr. Obama as president of the United States, the innocent Iraqis left to their own devices against the resurgent forces of tyranny and terror if our troops are precipitously withdrawn from their region, the American households and businesses that stand to be harmed to the point of extinction if the Democrats' economic designs are actually visited upon this country, can take comfort in Bill's promise to be "all over" the new president, should these expected eventualities actually come to pass. Doesn't that make you feel better? It does me. Or rather, it would, if I lived in O'Reillyland.
I wish I lived in O'Reillyland, where abortion is no longer an important issue. After all, recent polling shows "white Catholics" split 46% to 46% so — by the No Spin Zone, anyway — the whole subject can now be dismissed. Never mind that millions of innocent unborn children, and infants, and disabled people, and elderly people, have had their lives unjustly snuffed out as it is, and that these horrific numbers will surely be dwarfed by the new statistics if the most pro-abortion politician in the history of the nation is allowed to list 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue on his voter registration form. Never mind the countless other "bold, fresh pieces of humanity" that God may be planning to send into this world. Those of us who seek — as Governor Palin put it, as Abraham Lincoln put it — to be sure that we are on God's side have (in the oft-repeated estimation of the Factor host) "no power." That would mean, in the last analysis, that God has none, either.
So I guess I'm mighty glad that — come what may on election day — neither I nor anyone else really lives in O'Reillyland after all.
© Helen Weir
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