They say Benghazi is lovely this time of year.
If you thought the bogus sign language guy at the Mandela tribute was cringe-making (i.e. hilarious), this feels like a real kick in the nads.
Mark Steyn narrates:
First, she has no idea what “Benghazi” is.
Then, pleading in mitigation that she’s there to talk about the Middle East, she reveals that she has no idea where Benghazi is.
Finally, when her constituents helpfully point out that Benghazi is in Libya, she turns to the side and gives that pitiful look that is the single thing I most loathe about American politics – the look a floundering empty suit gives to her minder when she needs him to come and rescue her. Which the minder immediately does.
This isn’t an especially partisan point, but I’m so weary of post-modern ventriloquist’s dummies who can’t be allowed near their constituents without the protection of a phalanx of aides.
He’s so right about that look. A look of helplessness, but not humility; of condescension, but not contrition.
Steyn is no more forgiving as she tries to play catch-up:
Now that she’s safely back in her congressional cocoon the low-information congresswoman has issued a statement. When I say “she’s issued a statement,” what I mean is that whatever salaried handler is responsible for damage control has written a statement and typed Representative Kuster’s name on the bottom of it. It reads:
Like all Americans, I was horrified by the tragic attack on our Embassy in Benghazi that killed four patriotic Americans. Our focus must remain on finding those responsible, bringing them to justice, and taking every necessary step to prevent an attack like this from ever happening again.
So whichever twerp is responsible for putting those words in Ms Kuster’s guppy-like mouth is now piling on lame boilerplate insincerity to pitiful ignorance.
I’m not interested in what “her office” says. I’m interested in what she says, and what she’s capable of saying without being retrospectively fed prompts by the “office.” The feeble dependence of American politicians on “the office” is a big part of the problem. To hell with “the office”; Congress is supposed to be a legislature of citizen-representatives: If I wanted someone who could mouth what “the office” tells her to 24 hours later, I’d vote for Lamb Chop on tape-delay.
What Steyn comes close to saying, I will say. She may be a mouth-breathing idiot, but she’s an elected mouth-breathing idiot. Alan Grayson is a vile, hate-spewing pigeon, who has been scammed out of millions of dollars—twice. And I still feel better about him in the House of Representatives than I do about Annie Kuster.