Post-traumatic Hewitt Disorder

Lives in nipple-prickling fear of scary Mooslims

I didn’t get around to it yesterday, but there was a whole lotta piddling going on when the 101st Fighting Keyboarders heard that Barack Obama told people that Iran doesn’t have a bazillion missiles pointed our way.

ZOMG! Prez Obama gonna kill us all!!

And then there was Hugh Hewitt:

Has Obama read even one book on the mullahs and their record of terror and their ambitions for the region and their plans for Israel?

Is he aware that Iran is killing American soldiers and Marines?

Isn’t he aware that Iranians Iraqis a bunch of brown guys ONCE TRIED TO KILL HUGH HEWITT? :

Michael Ware (Time Baghdad correspondent): Let’s look at it this way. I mean, you’re sitting back in a comfortable radio studio, far from the realities of this war.

HH: Actually, Michael, let me interrupt you.

MW: If anyone has a right…

HH: Michael, one second.

MW: If anyone has a right to complain, that’s what…

HH: I’m sitting in the Empire State Building. Michael, I’m sitting in the Empire State Building, which has been in the past, and could be again, a target. Because in downtown Manhattan, it’s not comfortable, although it’s a lot safer than where you are, people always are three miles away from where the jihadis last spoke in America. So that’s…civilians have a stake in this. Although you are on the front line, this was the front line four and a half years ago.

One can imagine Hugh Hewitt hanging out at a bar with his buddies telling war stories:

"Dude, I was this fucking close to buying the farm. Some nights I wake up in a cold sweat just thinking about it. Four and a half year, man, four and a half years….."

(Stares into the distance)

"Hey! Where you guys goin’? C’mon, I’ll buy the next round. Bartender, three more Zimas for me and my amigos… So, anyway, there I was, armed with only a Ronald Reagan Library commemorative letter opener…"