The primary characteristic of human beings and our governments is that we’re as predatory as a pack of hungry wolves. Pick at random any work of history authored at any point within, say, the entire span of recorded human existence, and give the mostly blood-drenched pages a quick skim. You’ll find that epochs of relative peace and stability are so remarkably rare that they’re given names: the Pax Romana, for example, or the Pax Britannia, remembered primarily because they were eras in which we devoured fewer of our neighbors than normal, largely due to the ascendancy of one lycanthropic principality big and mean enough to scare most of the rest of the pack into a sullen, if temporary, passivity.
Given the predisposition of our species for unrelenting murder and mayhem, we’ve had, over the ages, to learn the hard lesson that the best way, maybe the only way, to avoid being ingurgitated is to display teeth longer and sharper than those belonging to the hairy carnivores growling in the next yard over. Which is why it is suicidal folly for Americans to follow a red fox like Barack Obama who wants to remove our incisors and set us instead to waving our fluffy tails at our enemies.
Electing a Marxist community organizer with a thinly disguised chip on his shoulder to the highest office in the land was a blunder of monumental proportion, but the decades-long apathy of a fat rabbit citizenry that allowed our institutions to be reshaped by forces inimical to Constitutional governance until such an error was even possible was far worse. We’re not dangling head down over the stew pot like the unfortunate coney above just yet, but, by the promise of a free lunch, we’ve allowed ourselves to be herded into the kitchen where the cooks wait with their long knives. And, if you listen closely, you can hear the hungry wolves howling outside the door.