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I remember the exact moment I realized Barack Obama was mad. I suspected it even before he took office, having been trained by Johnson and Nixon and Ford and Carter and Reagan and Bush and Clinton and Bush to pay attention to the signs. But the moment I knew it, the pundit-proof moment, came at the White House Correspondents’ Dinner. The supreme orator was in a jocular mood. One of the Jonas brothers (boy band singers) had been presuming to “date” one of Barack’s daughters, apparently, and the President of the United States, the most powerful man in the world outside the banking industry, wanted the young suitor to know that “I have two words for you: Predator Drone.” Bless me if the room didn’t break out in riotous laughter! Maybe some of it was nervous laughter, like when Dubya performed his skit pretending to look for WMDs in the Oval Office. (You could make a case that all you need to know about American foreign policy can be gleaned from one of the cheap seats at the White House Correspondents’ Dinner). Now I don’t insist that the Jonas boy is as innocent as Anwar Al-Awlacki’s 16-year-old son, but the image of even a boy band singer being vaporized or dismembered to preserve the virtue of the President’s issue failed to fill me with mirth. Rather, it was like a cold knife to the heart. It said everything about how Barack Obama views the mounting civilian dead in his terrorist war against the terrorists. It said too much.
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