Well, I’m sure all of you have heard the devastating news from Connecticut. And I’m sure all of you have been forced to watch what President Obama has to say about it on just about every media outlet there is.
His speech-writers worked fast on the day of the murder to produce perfectly banal gems such as this: “I know there’s not a parent in America who doesn’t feel the same overwhelming grief that I do.” Or this: “This evening, Michelle and I will do what I know every parent in America will do, which is hug our children a little tighter, and we’ll tell them that we love them, and we’ll remind each other how deeply we love one another.” Or this: “May God bless the memory of the victims and, in the words of Scripture [really?], heal the brokenhearted and bind up their wounds.”
More recently, they polished up a speech specifically for the mourners, offering up more banalities: “Whatever portion of sadness that we can share with you to ease this heavy load, we will gladly bear it. Newtown, you are not alone…we bear responsibility for every child, because we’re counting on everybody else to help look after ours, that we’re all parents, that they are all our children…” And this, my personal favorite: “This is our first task, caring for our children. It’s our first job. If we don’t get that right, we don’t get anything right. That’s how, as a society, we will be judged.”
Indeed, Mr. President. They say that Herod was eager to come and worship the child also.
Hypocrisy is like a stench in God’s nostrils. But these days, it’s only cool to talk about it when we’re talking about conservative evangelical Christians. And nobody dares to ascribe it to our President. But to put it bluntly, the shoe fits. Like Cinderella’s glass slipper, it fits. I don’t know how else you can describe a man who sanctions the daily slaughter of such “beautiful little kids” as he pompously referred to in his speech. I don’t know how else you can describe a man who quotes Scriptures about binding up the wounds of the broken-hearted when the abortion machine has destroyed too many lives and souls to count. I don’t know how else you can describe a man who dares to speak of judgment for a society that won’t care for its children without a single twinge of uneasiness or regret—just a calculated voice tremor, a fake furrowed brow for the sake of some children whom society had decided it was acceptable to mourn for.
Mr. President, if you will not repent, then please do the nation a favor and leave us alone in our grieving. We don’t need your help. Rachel is already weeping for her children, and she will not be comforted by hypocrisy.