These days, it feels as if a drone has been hovering over my house, and now that it is “legal,” as well as “ethical” and “wise” to kill American citizens from afar, I fear for my life.
Since our president has given new meaning to the phrase drone on and on and on, principled opposition to a president is no longer patriotic, and patriotism is no longer defined as fidelity to the constitution and the nation.
Patriotism, like truth, is now whatever Barack Obama says it is — and if he says it is patriotic to vaporize me and any other human being standing in my vicinity — citizen or not — then, who am I to object?
In any case, I have for years exercised my First Amendment rights of unprincipled opposition to a man I consider — hands down — America’s worst president. I suppose, taking that into account, my inevitability as a target became a foregone conclusion the day the EPA declared CO2 a pollutant. After all, I’ve been known to exhale. In fact, some have labeled me a windbag.