For greater clarity I must begin this article by telling a story about myself when I was a toddler. I remember vaguely, and for years, my family never let me forget that I used to tell fantastic stories about a place I named “Waak el-Waack,” which, apparently, I kept dreaming about.
I don’t
know how or where it all started but I suspect that much of what I have become
in terms of story telling, imagination and artistry, has its roots in those
early years of my life. Waak el-Waack being a place where everything – from
birds to airplanes was gigantic – I used to think of the airplanes I saw fly
above me in real life as being big as those I dreamed about.
And then, one
day my oldest brother got a job at the airport. I was in my early teens or
thereabout by that time, and being curious, I asked him what it’s like to work
at the airport. He obtained permission from his boss to have me spend a day
with him at his place of work, and took me there. That’s when I got the shock
of my life, probably the thing that ended my relationship with Waak el-Waack.
What stupefied
me was the reality that when seen on the ground, the gigantic airplanes of my
imagination were dwarfed when compared to the real planes that looked tiny when
seen flying in the sky. Mind you, these were the DC-3s, the Junkers and the
Constellations of their time, midgets compared to the modern jumbos. In any
case, this must have been the first time in my life when reality trumped the
imagination.
The same
thing should be happening to Clifford D. May who imagines himself the Don
Quixote defender of the democracies, when in reality – as just proven – he
“knows nossing about za damacracy of za Shamir,” to quote the notorious Jewish
terrorists whose public lecture to the American Congress of know-nothing, caused
that “deliberative” body to rubber stamp all acts commanded by Israel, charging
America with trillions of wasted dollars, and millions of dead bodies
everywhere the superpower went.
You will
get a sense of all that and more when you read the column that came under the
title: “Left is having second — and third — thoughts on Putin’s Ukraine war.” It
was written by Clifford D. May, and published on November 1, 2022 in the
Washington Times.
Clifford
May is telling a story which – on the surface – seems to be a series of
observations and analyses pertaining to the current situation as he sees it. But
in reality, the story tells much about May’s emotional state and that of his mind.
In the same way that, as a teenager, I was stupefied when I saw that reality had
trumped the imagination, Clifford May was stupefied when he saw that the brand
of democracy practiced by the Democratic Party of America, trumps anything and
everything he imagined were the qualities he undertook to defend in the fake
democracies of his imagination.
Clifford May
proceeded to describe the situation as it unfolded. It went as follows:
“The Congressional Progressive Caucus
(CPC) is the club for far-left House members. On Oct. 24, its chair sent the
White House a letter signed by 30 colleagues. The subject was Putin’s war
against Ukraine. It urged Biden to engage in direct talks with Russia in
support of a negotiated settlement. Less than 24 hours later, the CPC withdrew
the letter. It said that the letter was drafted several months ago, but was
released by staff without vetting. May I fill you in on the rest of the story?”
And that
is where the writer unwittingly exposed his absolute lack of knowledge concerning
the way that the democracies he pretends to defend, actually work. Look what he
went on to say:
“The letter was to be released only if
signed by no fewer than 30 of the CPC’s roughly 100 members. Because only 15
got on board, it became a dead letter. Over recent weeks other groups lobbied the
CPC members. They succeeded in gathering 30 signatures and approached the chair,
who approved the letter. Soon after, it was delivered to Mr. Biden and released
publicly. Members who had signed the letter months ago were blindsided. One who
signed in June, said that a lot has changed. She wouldn’t sign the letter
today. Another signatory issued a statement saying he was glad the letter had
been withdrawn because of its unfortunate timing”.
Watching
this authentic sausage-making done by true democrats on both sides of the
political spectrum, (including the Quincy Institute,) Clifford May was so shook
up, he began attacking the process that should have enchanted him – he who
professes to defend the democracies. In fact, May began with this: “the Quincy Institute is funded by both George Soros, a
well-known leftist billionaire, and Charles Koch, a prominent billionaire on
the right”.
This presented
the shaky opportunity for the writer to segue into what he believes democracy
should be about. This is what he went on saying:
“What they have in common is isolationism. More curiously,
Quincy’s executive vice president, founder of the National Iranian American
Council (NIAC), has long advocated conciliatory policies toward Iran’s rulers. No
one should oppose diplomacy. But we need to be aware that Mr. Putin’s eyes are
on America’s knees. If he sees them wobbling, he’ll know what to do: refuse any
compromise and issue terms for surrender gussied up as a diplomatic solution. The
right approach is to continue providing the ammunition that Ukrainians need to
fight. At some point Putin may run out of rockets or cannon fodder and decide
to cut his losses. Despots in Beijing, Tehran and Pyongyang would then think
hard about invading their neighbors. That seems a price worth paying, shall we
say, for peace in our time”.