Dream­ing of Pres­i­dent Pe­traeus and an Amer­i­can surge

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Amer­ica is in a cri­sis of its own mak­ing. Not only are we re­al­iz­ing that our bank­ing sys­tem and our core in­fra­struc­ture are bro­ken, and that our pri­mary checks and bal­ances (Congress, the me­dia, etc.) are cor­rupt, but we are also com­ing to grips with the fact that we did not in­herit our fore­fa­thers’ — or even our fathers’ — in­testi­nal for­ti­tude.

Signs of our col­lec­tive weak­ness emerged af­ter 9/11 when only part of the Amer­i­can pop­u­la­tion took se­ri­ously that we were at war with an evil and mo­ti­vated en­emy de­ter­mined to de­stroy our way of life. Since then, al Qaeda has re­fused to quit de­spite de­bil­i­tat­ing losses.

Clearly, our na­tional will is wilt­ing away.

Fol­low­ing the tragic lead of Europe, too many Amer­i­cans no longer want to en­gage our ex­ter­nal threats head-on. And on the do­mes­tic front, we are con­fronting the eco­nomic cri­sis of our life­time with the same full­steam-ahead spending-spree mind-set that got us into the mess to be­gin with.

We say: Let’s cre­ate more gov­ern­ment de­pen­dency, re­ward the in­com­pe­tent and print more money.

That’s dou­bling down on stu­pid­ity.

We are a trust-fund na­tion (pic­ture Tori Spell­ing in the Life­time Chan­nel role of her ca­reer) whose BMW has run out of gas in the mid­dle of the Mo­jave Desert af­ter a point­less 115miles-per-hour joy ride. The credit cards are maxed out. We’re out of cell phone range. And dad, who just got taken by Un­cle Bernie Mad­off, wouldn’t take the call any­way.

The si­lent gen­er­a­tion, which learned valu­able lessons from the De­pres­sion and World War II, is not here to guide us through th­ese dif­fi­cult times. The nar­cis­sis­tic baby boomers, who prob­a­bly think this song is about them, are now firmly in charge. And that’s the rub.

What is scar­ing us — even though many of us won’t ad­mit it — is that we elected a pres­i­dent who wants more than any­thing to be liked. What else ex­plains his head­long rush to per­suade for­eign gov­ern­ments — even en­emy regimes — to em­brace us? And what else jus­ti­fies his in­fat­u­a­tion with Hol­ly­wood?

And even that he doesn’t quite get right. I still can’t be­lieve that the pres­i­dent of the United States trav­eled across the coun­try — without his teleprompter crutch — and made fun of the Spe­cial Olympics on na­tional tele­vi­sion.

When the go­ing gets tough, the weak go on Leno.

I can’t get out of my head that the leader of the free world gave the Bri­tish prime min­is­ter 25 films on DVD that don’t even work in U.K. ma­chines.

I can’t wrap my head around the fact that the com­man­der in chief tried (for a minute any­way) to re­quire in­jured war­riors to pay to have pri­vate in­sur­ers take care of their treat­ment.

I can’t be­lieve the pres­i­dent would al­low the likes of Nancy Pelosi and Harry Reid to dic­tate the terms of his bud­get — and Bar­ney Frank and Christo­pher Dodd, the sym­bols of gov­ern­ment kow­tow­ing to Wall Street — to be spokes­men for his fi­nan­cial bailout.

And did Pres­i­dent Obama re­ally pro­duce a YouTube video to ap­pease Pres­i­dent Mah­moud Ah­madine­jad and the mul­lahs of Iran? Yes, he did. Th­ese aren’t begin­ner’s mis­takes. Th­ese are his core in­com­pe­ten­cies.

The me­dia

that

got him elected knows it is re­spon­si­ble for the gath­er­ing de­ba­cle, and so Jon Ste­wart, a so-called co­me­dian and ex­em­plar of the group­think of the gov­ern­ing elite, is des­per­ately hunt­ing for scape­goats. Now that their sec­u­lar sav- ior is in charge, the “Dis­sent is Pa­tri­otic” bumper-sticker crowd is fig­ur­ing out ways to stamp out crit­i­cism.

I ad­mit, I am now of­fi­cially freak­ing out.

The last time I felt this hope­less was when the Demo­cratic Party and its co­horts in the me­dia sold us on the false premise that we lost the war in Iraq. In the process, they also sought to de­mo­nize the very man that led us out of our peril.

His name is Gen. David H. Pe­traeus.

A lit­tle more than two months into the Obama pres­i­dency, which ap­pears to be lost some­where in the Mo­jave Desert, I have de­cided to try to soothe my anx­i­eties by plac­ing my hope in a po­lit­i­cal surge.

In the elec­tion of 2010, Repub­li­cans should run heroic vet­er­ans of Op­er­a­tion Iraqi Free­dom who ex­hib­ited the will and for ti­tude to de­feat the en­emy and to re­build a torn na­tion, even while too many of their fel­low coun­try­men wrote them off.

And in 2012, the man Pres­i­dent Obama’s staunch­est al­lies called “Gen­eral Be­tray Us” should come in with guns blaz­ing and de­feat the man whose only weapon to lead us to victory is a teleprompter.

An­drew Bre­it­bart is the founder of the news Web site www.bre­it­bart.com and is co-au­thor of “Hol­ly­wood In­ter­rupted: In­san­ity Chic in Baby­lon — the Case Against Celebrity.”

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Gen. David H. Pe­traeus

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