The liberal mafia was in full-blown ass-kissing suck-up mode last week, knocking their foreheads on the bare earth over and over, to pay homage to His Imperial Highness Barack H. Obama.
They were practically exchanging bodily fluids right there in public.
Last week was pure liberal porn. The world hasn't seen this kind of abject idol-worshipping adulation from the American left since Uncle Joe Stalin ran the Soviet Empire. Even the Euroleft looked embarrassed, and it takes a lot to embarrass them.....And all because a team of US Navy SEALs risked their lives to finally bust bin Laden. Never mind those Navy SEALs and their helicopter crews, or the CIA guys and gals on the ground; Barack Obama is so heroic!
Now here's what I think really happened. I can't prove it, just call me suspicious.
About two weeks before Obama's Famous Victory, Barry says to Leon Panetta:
Just remember, I don't know nuthin' about this SEAL operation -- unless it works and they kill that dude. Then you come over here lickety-split and we'll take the Situation Room photos. I want complete deniability. If the SEALs crash or get killed, this never happened. If they get UBL I want all the credit. Or...maybe you don't want to be SecDef?
Leon: OK, Mr. President.
So they shielded the White House from the Navy SEALs and the CIA, probably with high-level coordination with the Pakistan military, because Musharraf wants to be president again, and he needs to spread around a few billion US dollars to get there.
It's just like Chicago. Standard Operating Procedure.
Nobody, not even SEAL stealth copters fly into a hostile division headquarter of a fairly modern army, because that would be suicide, which is why bin Laden was kept there. As long as the Pakis wanted to protect him, to trade him for US favors, or maybe to please Saudi royals who are fellow Wahhabis like bin Laden, UBL was safe.
This operation was a setup. The Pak Army knew enough to clear the ground and the air. Otherwise, all it takes is one guy with an RPG to blow up a helicopter that's flying low enough and slow enough to land and take off again. It might take 15 minutes on the ground to do the job, and you're a sitting duck for UBL's bodyguards and random soldiers. So this had to be coordinated with all the big players on the ground.
It's like a Chicago mob hit: Everybody knows except the target.