My Heart goes out to J.J.

I'm talking about current National Security Advisor and Retired Marine General James Jones. The good general deserves a big hug from every one of us who has ever given a nationally televised speech in front of a particularly intimidating audience.

Bad enuff General Jones has to service the Big Guy whose foreign policy is " I like you, so why don't you like me?", but he also has to manage the White House village idiot, John Brennan, who believes that only uniformed police officers can interrogate captured terrorists. So, you must cringe for this very serious man surrounded by veritable naifs and ignorant fools. But wait, your cringe response may have been premature.

In preparing his speech to the very Israeli friendly Washington Institute for Near East Policy, the good general was informed by the jokemeister himself, John Brennan, that all good public speakers garner an immediate rapport with their audience by starting off with a humorous story or anecdote. Thus the good general consulted the Web Site: "Best Jew Jokes by Muslims", in order to obtain material which would demonstrate the Administration's even handed status as an honest broker in the near east.

As you start to cringe, possibly even heading toward gag, you imagine how well that the good general connected with the room: he related a recent supposedly actual chance encounter in southern Afghanistan, in which a jewish merchant attempts to extort money from a dying taliban gentleman, as he had been wandering lost in the desert for several days before coming upon the Jew's textile store and asking for a drink of water.

This attempt to push the "Reset Buttin" with the good palestinians bespeaks a larger truth about the current gang that can't shoot straight in DC: there are no adults in charge who read this stuff and say to their peers: You've got to be joking, you're not really going to say that are you?" Just saying...