I sympathize with the great nation and people of America's oldest ally FRANCE. May God soothe their anguish at this difficult time following the deaths of 130 French citizens at the hands of jihadist murderers. Our President is mistaken about the national security challenges we face. Unfortunately, he proclaims that evil abroad is "contained". All the while, the national debt has grown more under his tenure than it has under all previous US presidents combined. Perhaps that's why a former Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff famously quipped that the biggest "...threat to our national security is our debt."
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Monday, November 16, 2015
Vive la France!
I sympathize with the great nation and people of America's oldest ally FRANCE. May God soothe their anguish at this difficult time following the deaths of 130 French citizens at the hands of jihadist murderers. Our President is mistaken about the national security challenges we face. Unfortunately, he proclaims that evil abroad is "contained". All the while, the national debt has grown more under his tenure than it has under all previous US presidents combined. Perhaps that's why a former Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff famously quipped that the biggest "...threat to our national security is our debt."
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