[img]1|left|||no_popup[/img]Now that Swish Obama and his ranting runt pal (My Homies Call Me Skippy) Gates are giggling like schoolgirls while basking in the glow of the media atomic bomb over their wheezing racism charges, let us talk about a true he-man, Manny Zelaya, late, actually very late, of Honduras.
For what must be the sixth time in the last three weeks, there was my new favoritest headline re-birthing on page A-25 when I eagerly broke open my crispy edition of the Los Angeles Times this morning:
“Zelaya again to attempt return.”
He has not come close to making it yet, but for leftist dictators, you see, old habits, like old Bruce Willis films, die hard.
If you have not been following the nonsense in Tegucigalpa since the Supreme Court ordered the June 28 ousting of President Zelaya for smashing the Honduran Constitution in a clumsy attempt to snuff out term limits, you have missed a circus.
In surreality, it is similar to what Swish and his goons have successfully stirred up here over Skippy, who hopes his friends don’t notice he is the color of peanut butter. Like Swish, Zelaya strongly prefers the company of leaders who never sit down without their brass knucks in place. He sleeps with Chavez and Castro, although Fidel kvetches that The Bad Manny grabs all the covers.
Back in Honduras, order was immediately restored minutes after the army roused Zelaya from his early morning sleep and flew him out of the country.
Very Orderly and Impressive
Constitutional succession was promptly followed, with the softer president of the Honduran Congress, Roberto Micheletti, legally stepping into the President’s chair.
For a quick grasp of Zelaya, think of the former president as Swish Obama with a Spanish accent, just as morally deceitful and fundamentally dishonest.
If you had trouble discerning which side to root for, you were offered unsolicited help the following morning. America’s most influential newspapers — unanimously, of course — stumbled onto the We Wuz Robbed bandwagon.
Even slow thinkers like me knew from the tone of the newspaper stories how this one-way farce was going to play out.
The pile-on pro-Zelaya coverage was a re-run of last year in America, Obama, Our Messiah, all over again.
The boys of journalism harped on the assertion that Zelaya had been democratically elected in a Gore-close election. How, they thundered, could people on the right stand in opposition to such a worthy fellow?
Except for standing the Constitution on its head, and a few other cardinal sins, the boys of journalism would have been correct.
Now let us be succinct.
His Hands Are a Bit Heavy
Zelaya’s single four-year term expires in January, according to the Constitution. Not wanting to be known as One-Act Zelaya, he copied the muscle of his fellow bully boys, Castro and Chavez, by making himself President For Life.
Since Latin American dictators are neither known for their shyness nor dainti-hood, the aforesaid dictator assigned a couple of his mugs to quietly —shall we say edit? — the Constitution, allowing him to continue his rule.
Alas, even leftist dictators need followers, or at least the appearance of a following, not to mention a plurality of soldiers. It is handy when everybody is against you.
And so, even though all of the legal machinery of the Honduran government rose up against the thug’s daylight robbery of the Constitution, Zelaya was not to be discouraged.
Okay, wise guys, he roughly said. I shall show you. We will have a country-wide referendum, and I will prove the people are with me.
The referendum was scheduled for June 28. What a darned coincidence?
Here is the news:
A Spanish newspaper, Europa Press, is reporting that an investigation of Zelaya’s Presidential Palace produced computers that, ahem, “prerecorded” the lopsided winning results of the referendum that never was held.
Zelaya obviously was paying attention a fortnight earlier when the Smiling Dwarf who has a stranglehold in Iran also held an election.
By the darndest coincidence, the Iranian Dwarf also offered prerecorded results for those election-watchers — like Swish Obama — who just cannot wait for all of them to be counted.
By the darndest final coincidence, Swish Obama enthusiastically has endorsed both the Smiling Dwarf’s phony election in Iran and the legitimacy of the legally dethroned, and currently homeless, hamhanded dictator of Honduras.
The moral, I suppose, is never go to the track with Swish Obama. He always backs the wrong horse.
