Jimmy Sucker, meet Mullah Strangelove

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There is ususally not much to be said about two former presidents of countries getting together. Retirees often like to talk about their glory days back at work. But the meeting of Jimmy Carter and Mohammad Khatami is something else.

As Amil Imani just wrote in these pages, we live in an unbelievably bizarre age ——— an age in which the single most inane president of the 20th century, James Earl "Sucker" Carter, is awarded a Nobel Peace Prize for empowering the scariest nuke—hungry gang of murdering theocrats ever seen. Twenty—seven years after Carter's Folly, Tehran's Khomeini cult is by far the biggest threat to  life on earth  ——— never mind world peace ——— promising on a near—daily basis to erase Israel, to launch terror attacks on France, Germany, Britain, and of course, to destroy the United States. Just five years ago, 3,000 innocent people died in New York City, victims of precisely the kind of terrorism Tehran sponsors all the time. Of course the mullahs cheered and applauded after the Twin Towers crashed.

These people torture and kill routinely ——— for example they raped and beat the beautiful Canadian—Iranian woman journalist Zahra Kazemi to death, merely for visiting their oppressed country.  In the Khomeini paradise a famous judge just hanged with his own hands a sixteen—year—old girl for walking hand—in—hand with a man in public.

Israel just fought a totally unnecessary war in Lebanon, stoked up entirely by Iran's fanatical puppet Hezbollah. The Mullahs lavished praise on Hezbollah for raining down missiles on Israeli cities, and rewarded them with a fresh supply of missiles to kill some more. Just yesterday, Mahmoud Ahmadinejad opened his first heavy water plant, and the regime immediately told the world it would use heavy water to cure AIDS.

Tehran has lied about almost everything to almost everyone, not just once, but hardly without ever stopping to take a breath. Most recently the regime lied again to Carter's beloved United Nations, which finally, finally, bestirred itself enough to demand an answer on Iran's fast—moving Bomb program. During Carter's own Embassy Hostage Crisis the mullahs lied and lied and lied to Dummy Carter himself, who therefore concluded that he can trust them completely.

It is essential for sane nations present a common front to the madcap torturers in Tehran, to pressure them to slow down their nightmare nuke program. So ——— what does Dummy Dhimmi Jimmy do? Why, he undermines whatever little leverage we have by inviting one of its chief mullahs to hug and sing Kumbaya. They must be rolling on the floor back in Tehran.

It would take a master satirist like Jonathan Swift to find the right comparison to what Mr. Carter has just achieved, using just plain stupidity of the liberal kind.  Swift satirized English neglect of Irish famines, by suggesting in A Modest Proposal that Irish babies might make tasty snacks for prosperous English households. Maybe Jimmy can try a little cannibalism; after all, he leaves dead victims behind him wherever he goes.  The Qana babies who were abused for Hezbollah propaganda would probably go well with Georgia peanut sauce. Maybe the Carter Center can bring out a "Jimmy & Roz" recipe book for raped and beaten Canadian journalist, well—done; or for hanged teenage girl. It's disgusting, it's nauseating, but not as much as what that silly, silly man from Georgia has done.

James Lewis   9 06 06

There is ususally not much to be said about two former presidents of countries getting together. Retirees often like to talk about their glory days back at work. But the meeting of Jimmy Carter and Mohammad Khatami is something else.

As Amil Imani just wrote in these pages, we live in an unbelievably bizarre age ——— an age in which the single most inane president of the 20th century, James Earl "Sucker" Carter, is awarded a Nobel Peace Prize for empowering the scariest nuke—hungry gang of murdering theocrats ever seen. Twenty—seven years after Carter's Folly, Tehran's Khomeini cult is by far the biggest threat to  life on earth  ——— never mind world peace ——— promising on a near—daily basis to erase Israel, to launch terror attacks on France, Germany, Britain, and of course, to destroy the United States. Just five years ago, 3,000 innocent people died in New York City, victims of precisely the kind of terrorism Tehran sponsors all the time. Of course the mullahs cheered and applauded after the Twin Towers crashed.

These people torture and kill routinely ——— for example they raped and beat the beautiful Canadian—Iranian woman journalist Zahra Kazemi to death, merely for visiting their oppressed country.  In the Khomeini paradise a famous judge just hanged with his own hands a sixteen—year—old girl for walking hand—in—hand with a man in public.

Israel just fought a totally unnecessary war in Lebanon, stoked up entirely by Iran's fanatical puppet Hezbollah. The Mullahs lavished praise on Hezbollah for raining down missiles on Israeli cities, and rewarded them with a fresh supply of missiles to kill some more. Just yesterday, Mahmoud Ahmadinejad opened his first heavy water plant, and the regime immediately told the world it would use heavy water to cure AIDS.

Tehran has lied about almost everything to almost everyone, not just once, but hardly without ever stopping to take a breath. Most recently the regime lied again to Carter's beloved United Nations, which finally, finally, bestirred itself enough to demand an answer on Iran's fast—moving Bomb program. During Carter's own Embassy Hostage Crisis the mullahs lied and lied and lied to Dummy Carter himself, who therefore concluded that he can trust them completely.

It is essential for sane nations present a common front to the madcap torturers in Tehran, to pressure them to slow down their nightmare nuke program. So ——— what does Dummy Dhimmi Jimmy do? Why, he undermines whatever little leverage we have by inviting one of its chief mullahs to hug and sing Kumbaya. They must be rolling on the floor back in Tehran.

It would take a master satirist like Jonathan Swift to find the right comparison to what Mr. Carter has just achieved, using just plain stupidity of the liberal kind.  Swift satirized English neglect of Irish famines, by suggesting in A Modest Proposal that Irish babies might make tasty snacks for prosperous English households. Maybe Jimmy can try a little cannibalism; after all, he leaves dead victims behind him wherever he goes.  The Qana babies who were abused for Hezbollah propaganda would probably go well with Georgia peanut sauce. Maybe the Carter Center can bring out a "Jimmy & Roz" recipe book for raped and beaten Canadian journalist, well—done; or for hanged teenage girl. It's disgusting, it's nauseating, but not as much as what that silly, silly man from Georgia has done.

James Lewis   9 06 06