I was pondering what to post on today and not having much luck. Then I stumbled upon a site where a standard issue Lefty psychobitch pronounced Paul Tibbetts, the recently departed pilot of the Enola Gay, a coward who died a coward. I would give you the link but I don’t want to send the skank any traffic.
If you don’t know, and if you don’t you just indicted the American education system, the Enola Gay was the name of the bomber that dropped the first atomic bomb on Hiroshima. Tibbetts never expressed remorse at what had been done. He famously said that he had never lost a minute’s sleep over the mission. The Left in general and peaceniks in particular hounded the man his whole life, positive that it would only be a matter of time before he relented and begged someone, presumably the Japanese, for forgiveness. He never did and he shouldn’t have.
Why shouldn’t he? It’s simple. The Japanese of 1945 had it coming. It doesn’t matter how nice the Japanese of 1890 were, nor does it matter what good allies the Japanese of 2007 are. The Japanese of 1945 had it coming, big time. As a nation, we deserve world accolades for being forgiving enough to stop at two. To paraphrase the common man of the era: There was a war on buddy.
The mental midget who denounced Tibbetts is representative of the kind of attitude that will results in untold thousands of unnecessary deaths in our current war. I’m talking about the deaths of us, and our allies, of course. The deaths of the enemy don’t matter. Why? Because the bastards have it coming. Real Americans have no obligation to die for the fantasy world ethics of the Left.
General Tibbetts, I know that you were an Army Air Corps and Air Force veteran, but as a former Navy man, I wish you fair winds and following seas as you pass into the beyond.
