Friday, October 26, 2012

Help Was Never Coming


A Special Operations force went from central Europe to Naval Air Station Sigonella in southern Italy, just 480 miles from Benghazi. F-16s and Apache helicopters remained parked and unused at Aviano Air Base in northern Italy. Two Navy destroyers already in the Mediterranean Sea were moved off the coast of Libya on the day of the attack but were never used.

It was organized abandonment.  Shameful.

I hope the ghosts of Ambassador Stevens, the personal representative of the Chicago Messiah, former Navy SEALs Tyrone Woods and Glen Doherty and Information Management Officer Sean Smith who were left to die, haunt him all the days of his sorry, arrogant life.

Someone needs to bring the blood-encrusted machine gun that Woods and Doherty were firing when they were killed by a mortar shell and toss it on the Resolute Desk right in front of this cowardly president.



6 comments:

  1. Exactly what I've been thinking. Those men spent 7 hours of terror thinking that any minute help was coming. It wasn't...

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  2. This causes me to feel very dark feelings in my soul for the idiot in the White House. The man is totally incompetent and negligent, fatally so. If for no other reason, every American should vote Obama out for the Benghazi atrocity alone.

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  3. "toss it on the Resolute Desk right in front of this cowardly president" Nah. You might scratch the desk and it will be there long after his cowardly scrawny ass is gone!

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  4. @Adrienne,

    It was an unspeakable terror and my heart breaks.

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  5. @Proof,

    I must disagree this once with you, sir. Toss it on the desk, scratch it. Memorialize the cowardice and murder committed by this sorry excuse for a POTUS.

    History will record how the scratch was made and thus his legacy of going to bed while these brave men died will be his everlasting shame.

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