Yesterday the President gave an interview to one of his fawning sycophants, I mean to a hard hitting Washington news journalist but I repeat myself. In it he warned Israel that "time is running out' for them to negotiate a peace settlement with the Palestinians. According to BHO, doom is inevitable if they don't cave to an adversary that continues to deny Israel's right to exist while bunging rockets at them. The President says that international isolation, demographic collapse, Kosher dogs sleeping with Halal cats and for all I know a catastrophic chickweed epidemic will pop the Israelis right in the kisser unless they do what Barack Obama wants them to which is primarily to make him look good. You can almost see Netanyahu rolling his eyes and going Oy Vey or whatever Israeli politicians do when confronted by the terminally narcissistic.
It's not just the Prez: the TIRO theme is a perennial among our enviro glitterati. Nary a day goes by when some Jeremiah Doom in stinking buckskins (or humming Prius') isn't shouting at us to repent of some mortal sin against the environment: whether it's giving the planet chill blains, or letting Momma Earth sit out in her G string and get a nasty burn, killing too many little duckies and bunnies (or more accurately smelties and garden sluggies), or the Israeli's randy, apostate pet problem, there's always something catastrophic going down. And doggone it, gosh darn time is running out and if you don't buy my discount, off brand, no name policy right now then Katie bar the door. So call now, operators are standing by.
Of course BHO used this patented TIRO 'Bum's Rush' routine to sell us that stinker: the Patient Protection (ha!) and Affordable (Ha! Ha!) Care Act. According to El Maximum Lider if we didn't pass 'it' we couldn't find out what was in 'it'. So we hustled the sucker through and then the Time is Running Out crowd became the What We Hurry? crowd. And 4 years after they passed this absolutely essential law to save millions dying from the lack of free contraception and male maternity benefits the baby is still only half way out - and it's the wrong half.
Statists are always in a hurry because the way you get to Progressive 'Heaven' is by being a 'successful reformer' with reform defined as coercing people into doing things that they wouldn't dream of doing had someone not waved, guns, handcuffs or hundred dollar bills in their face. Most Americans are wary of change for change's sake so those that would 'save' us find they must use more extreme rhetoric and more 'creative' 'facts' to dragoon a reluctant electorate into their latest half baked "Sure Nobel Prize Winner for Me" scheme. That's why the time is running out trope is so useful: it's a mechanism to stampede the rubes.
I guess it wouldn't work just to ask the self appointed 'savior' chaps to leave us alone, would it? I suppose not: if it weren't for screwing with the rest of us what would they spend their days doing? I mean they might go into the war business and blow the fucking planet up or into groceries and provoke the worst famine since Stalin was a sergeant. You know, something really important out in the real world that we'd miss the way we don't miss government if it 'boots it' for a couple cycles. So absent a new particularly selective form of DDT, we're always going to have to deal with the 'progressive' statist savior and his ridiculous Time is Running Out rhetoric. So if you get cornered by one of these 'progressives' trying to 'save' you, just stop up your ears and go 'lalalalalala' real loud and maybe he'll wander off and pester someone else. Or swat him firmly with a rolled up newspaper while saying in a strong, clear voice: "Bad politician, naughty politician went wizzers on mummy's lifestyle. Mummy will smack."
Or anything that works for you.
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