“One day in the pavilion at Karakorum he [Genghis Kahn] asked an officer of the Mongol guard what, in all the world, could bring the greatest happiness.
‘The open steppe, a clear day, and a swift horse under you,’responded the officer after a little thought, ‘and a falcon on your wrist to start up hares.’
‘Nay,’responded the Kahn, ‘to crush your enemies, to see them fall at your feet — to take their horses and goods and hear the lamentation of their women. That is best.’”
—Harold Lamb, Genghis Khan: The Emperor of all Men.
For Barack Hussein Obama, ISIS is an abstraction amenable to management. Obama’s only experience with men of violence is merely derivative and their acts of murder, their provocations to war are only viewed dispassionately from a flat screen television. The ivory tower of academe and the tinkling milieu of restaurants exclusive to the liberal aristocracy provide absolutely no relatable context for Obama. He is a man of delicacy and privilege. How can he understand the brutish reality, the dank stench of the bestial army of Jihad? They are animals driven mad by the lash of a rabid and feral cult of death.