Willie Nelson, the great unwashed troubadour of country music and world renowned marijuana smoker, has told the story of how in 1978 he smoked a joint on the roof of the White House while visiting then President, Jimmy Carter. Whether this story is the stuff of urban legend, or it actually happened, it remains one of my favorite stories of all time.
Considering the recent actions of Jimmy Carter in the Middle East, one has to wonder if the former President joined his friend up on the roof that night. I wonder if after the First Lady and Brother Billy were safely tucked away in their beds, the President put on his robe and slippers, shuffled past the Lincoln Bedroom and the ghost of Honest Abe, and made his way upstairs to join Willie for the now infamous midnight toke. I can see them both up there, looking out on a slumbering Washington D.C. late night and singing a duet of “To all the girls I’ve loved.”
One also has to wonder if Jimmy Carter has kept rolling his own over the years. I say this because I can only speculate on how stoned an eighty three year old man would have to be to sit down and break bread with Khaled Mashaal, the terrorist leader of Hamas who has publicly stated that his mission in life is to bomb Israel into oblivion and eradicate the Jews from the face of the Earth. Mashaal’s despicable statements mirror exactly what Mahmoud Ahmadinejad of Iran has been saying for years. I wonder if Jimmy Carter would also like to sit down with Ahmadinejad who we now know is directly responsible for the deaths and wounding of many U.S. soldiers who are fighting in Iraq.
Unfortunately, I would expect nothing less from Carter who just last week laid a wreath at the grave of Yasser Arafat. During his bloody reign as leader of the PLO, Arafat was responsible for an untold number of attacks on Israel that resulted in the murders of many innocent men, women, and children. I don’t fancy myself as stupid, but no amount of logical, rational thinking on my part can provide me with the answer as to why a former U.S. President would offer a prayer at the grave of a known enemy of an ally of the United States.
From the beginning of recorded human history, tyrannical leaders of violent regimes have come and gone, and even after five thousand years of Anti-Semitism they still have not learned that the Jewish People cannot, and will not be eradicated from the Earth despite the many attempts at genocide by those who came before them.
The ancient Egyptians with their line of elitist Pharaohs couldn’t do it…Ashes to ashes. The blood-thirsty reign of the Roman Empire tried and failed...Dust to dust.
The attempts made by the narcissistic royalty of Spain during the Spanish Inquisition also proved to be a lesson in futility, as well as the nightmare dream of the psychopathic architect of the Third Reich and his incompetent band of murderous looney tunes. It never surprised me that this gang of inept Nazi thugs who held honor and the adherence to their own twisted Anti-Semitic ideology in such high regard, would choose the cowards way out and commit suicide in the wake of their own dismal failures, on and off the battlefield.
Jimmy Carter was shamed out of office in 1980 because of his own high level of ineptitude and incompetence. In his recent visit to the Middle East, Carter has met with terrorists who are the enemies of everyone who believes in freedom. They think nothing of racial hatred and religious oppression. The lunatic ravings of the fanatical ideologues who are bent on destroying Israel, the Western World, and all we stand for have no place in a civilized society. To their way of thinking, war is peace, murder is forgiven, and suicide is honorable. Jimmy Carter can now add these insane ideas to his long list of political failures. He has successfully turned his back on the American people and all of our allies by crawling in to bed with our enemies.
If Jimmy Carter likes it so much in Syria and Lebanon, I’m sure that the powers-that-be in Beirut and Damascus can find him a nice little cabinet position in either of their regimes. Maybe only then can he find out for himself that his new friends with the bombs and the machine guns are really laughing at him and don’t care anything about what he thinks.
Can you find the cost of freedom, Mr. Carter? It’s buried in the ground in places like Gettysburg, Arlington, and in Flanders Field where the poppies grow. It’s a ghost that still runs through the jungles of Southeast Asia, like that of so many courageous young men who gave their lives so the rest of us may live ours. It still cries in the torture chambers of the Hanoi Hilton. It still haunts the beaches of Normandy, Guadalcanal, and Iwo Jima. It still flies through the clouds over Auschwitz and Dachau, above their buildings, their gas chambers, and the barbed wire that should always stand as monuments to the multitude of the murdered innocent. Monuments that should always stand as a reminder to everyone that once upon a time, a small band of evil misfits who held honor in such high regard, tried to turn the world into a graveyard.