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Rhetoric flies in face of reference to terror group as ‘jayvee’
President Obama said on the heels of a meeting with his national security team the battle against ISIS could take generations to win – a somewhat surprising admission, given his previous public and bold references to the terror group as a “jayvee” team.
His latest, the Hill reported: “This will not be quick,” Obama said, after meeting with military chiefs at the Pentagon about the fight against ISIS.
“This is a long-term campaign,” he continued. “This larger battle for hearts and minds is going to be a generational struggle.”
The president also said he has no immediate plans to send more U.S. troops into Iraq, and those already in-country for training and security purposes would not morph into combat fighters any time soon.
“If we try to do everything ourselves all across the Middle East, all across North Africa, we’ll be playing whack-a-mole,” Obama said, the Hill reported. “There will be a whole lot of unintended consequences that ultimately make us less secure.”
Republicans, in particular, have been critical of Obama’s overseas’ strategies against the terror group, whom he famously referred to as a “jayvee team” in a January 2014 interview with New Yorker. Then, Obama said: “The analogy we use around here sometimes, and I think is accurate, is if a jayvee team puts on Lakers uniforms that doesn’t make them Kobe Bryant.”
Obama’s since tried to backtrack on those comments and claim he was referring to terror groups in general, not ISIS in particular. But the author of the article, David Remnick, confirmed to PolitiFact.com the discussion during Obama’s remarks focused on the overtaking of Fallujah by a band of terrorists known as the Islamic State.
Fast-forward to today, and Republicans still aren’t impressed with Obama’s strategies to deal with ISIS.
“A speech isn’t a strategy,” said Cory Fritz, a spokesman for Speaker John Boehner, in the Hill. “At no point in his remarks did President Obama indicate he’s doing anything to change course and actually build the broad, overarching plan that’s needed to take on these savage terrorists and win.”
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Although they know God’s righteous decree that those who do such things deserve death, they not only continue to do these very things but also approve of those who practice them.
Yeah, we annihilated Saddam Hussein’s entire army in 30 days. That’s right: we decimated the world’s fourth largest army in four weeks…
Oh, but ISIS is going to be a “long-term campaign”.
This smacks of a man unwilling to destroy the monsters of a faith he secretly prefers.
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EXT. NICE HOUSE — NIGHT
We see a car pull up and EAST gets out and approach the house. He knocks and a large muscular black man, CEPS, peers through the blinds to see who it is. The man opens the door and the two acknowledge each other.
East goes upstairs where his employer RICKYARD and his accountant BAKUL are arguing. East watching the confrontation briefly before Bakul, cursing in Hindi. storms out. Rickyard is unfazed.
East. Despite all the bribes I could afford you found your way back.
How was Bora Bora?
It’s an island. What’s going on?
My accountant just damned my soul. Former accountant, actually.
And he quit. I think. I just heard a lot of consonant. I don’t know.
Oh, by the way, did you feel a deep, stabbing pain in your
East shakes his head. Rickyard throws a voodoo doll stabbed with needles to Claymore.
Get my money back.
Yeah, my ex-wives would never think of looking for
me in a house with less than 50,000 square feet.
Or the FBI either, I imagine.
You mood-spoiling bastard. You come all the way
over here just to take a shit in my Count Chocula?
I refuse to believe you are eating Count Chocula.
RICKYARD shows him the cereal bowl, one full of a gross chocolate slush.
That looks nasty for even Count Chocula.
Out of milk. So I’m going with Jack Daniels.
Jack Daniels over Count Chocula. You are going
to have start adding another zero to my paycheck,
you are getting hard to put up with. I’m a
professional for Christ’s sake.
If you want some, just ask.
Heard about the thing. So, uh, how’s the
I’m pissing the right colors again. I got two new
kidneys and they are as pink as my other girlfriend’s ass.
I thought you only needed one?
Man cannot live on one piece of ass alone.
Yeah, that’s another life sentence staring you
in the face: she old enough to drive yet?
I meant the kidney.
Well, I bought one…and got one free.
Like a pizza, only no anchovies.
I so entirely hope you are kidding.
I got the bonus plan. One less ratty beggar
moping around the hills of India for handouts.
Yeah, he’ll be missed.
You sure about that?
He’s a thing…um…what’d they call him?
He’s like the guy who did “Dances with Wolves.”
Another thug, CARON, speaks up.
No, he was worse than that. This guy was an “unseeable.”
I know what an “untouchable” is, and I know what an
“unseeable” is. You may remember the only reason
your fake little Indian import company actually turns
this much of a profit is because I’ve got your back.
Laundering. Smuggling. Any of this sounding familiar?
I leave you for 10 days and you fucking fly off to
India, whack somebody and steal his organs.
The fuck’s the matter with you? You can’t do that!
Do you have any idea how many frequent flyer
miles I have?
This is America. If the fucking law is for sale,
you can damn sure buy yourself a kidney.
Yeah, in 18-to-24 months.
I’m just saying, next time you use your credit
card as a scalpel to go cutting into somebody
you better think it through, because the guys
you move all that money for—remember them?
The people who never smile and seem to have
just a few too many Glad trash bags lying around
—might be perturbed to learn the FBI found
some of their coke money in a back-alley
body shop in Calcutta where a certain
Mr. Rickyard had been lately.
If you want a raise just say so.
I want a raise.
Fine. Fuck. Consider yourself raised.
Just no more sermons. Makes my sides hurt.
Why don’t you blame the Hindu quack that
operated on you with a chainsaw for that.
What’d he sew you up with—baling wire?
And to answer your question:
No, she’s not old enough to drive.
That’ why you have a chauffeur.
So what’s it like?
Having some part of some other guy in you.
Prison. Except without the name-calling
—and the lines.