by Ken Thibado International Sports Reporter
Having just hit a momentous blast in the dangerous baseball that is being fought between The United States and Muslim Extremists, Barack Obama isn’t grandstanding.
He’s rounded the bases quickly, doffed his cap a few times to his adoring fans (à la Roger Maris) and returned to the dugout.
He is not, for instance, hooting and hollering as he runs around the bases.
He is not even showing up the pitcher, having just knocked him out of the game and sent him to the showers (at the bottom of the sea).
He is not standing on an aircraft carrier before an unfurled banner declaring “Mission Accomplished” (while wearing the garb of a military he skulked away from as if the silverware were made of stainless steel).
He is not standing at a podium, provided to him by American Citizens, asking terrorists to “Bring it on.”
And he is not releasing photos (yet) of the new and improved Osama bin Laden (now outfitted with two bullet holes).
Everything seems to be in keeping with the respectful trouncing our military has been handing Al Qaeda since 2001. May the ninth inning finally arrive soon…
I will admit that I would seek the morbid sensation in rubber-necking a villain’s assassination by viewing the death photos of Osama bin Laden.
I also understand the reasoning behind not revealing them, and accept that my personal wants do not exceed the safety of other people.
However, I wince at those who demand these photos as proof; as if this is some dog and pony show that dates back to a Hawaiian long-form birth certificate. Making thick-headed demands is an American Right. It is, however, unattractive.
You can tell Ken Thibado how unattractive he is at HalfStache@me.com.
