The Incumbant

So nice of you to mention from your lofty Bully Pulpit the bravery and sacrifice of honor driven men. Spewing verbose platitudes that smell of self inclusion, when pack straps, boots, and pistol belts have never chaffed your skin. The microphone before you there will magnify your ego; with bold, practiced inflection you'll dispense your puffery. Styled and dyed, your hair was never sweat or helmet flattened, your suit is by Brooks Brothers and your tie is by committee. You segregate your audience and know them before speaking, a patriot for veterans, fear monger for the weak. Quote the bible for the clergy; they want to hear you pray, and praise the second amendment when you address the N. R. A. Tell the minions "God will guide you," keep in step the righteous; and rants against "entitlements" plays well in wealthy homes. Your conjured Muslim bogey men sell billion dollar bombers; while at the local high school there's a bake sale to buy books.