29 January 2013


by Andy Weddington
Tuesday, 29 January 2013

"In nonfiction, you have that limitation, that constraint, of telling the truth." Peter Matthiessen

"With all due respect, the fact is we had four dead Americans. Was it because of a protest, or was it because of guys out for a walk one night who decided they'd go kill some Americans? What difference, at this point, does it make? It's our job to figure out what happened and do everything we can to prevent it from ever happening again, Senator. Now, honestly, I will do my best to answer your questions about this. The fact is that people were trying, in real time, to get to the best information."

That was a comment by Secretary of State Hillary Clinton, on Wednesday, 23 January, testifying before the Senate Foreign Relations Committee about the murders of our countrymen in Benghazi, Libya, on 11 September 2012. Her appearance coming more than four months after the fact - her "unavailability", alibi of tardiness, due to duties and a serendipitous health matter (eyeglasses, stylish as they were, for affect and effect).

A day after her testimony, an email arrived commenting about rumor that she may be considered for a Nobel Prize. Seriously. Seriously? Seriously!

Whomever the Hollywood writer responsible for crafting her words cited in the opening paragraph, whomever the acting coach who prepared her for delivery, and whomever the director who orchestrated the timing during testimony all should be standing beside Secretary Clinton when presented not a Nobel Prize but an Oscar - fittingly cast in lead and brass - for her performance; for it was golden, but fool's gold.

I will not insult the intelligence of this forum's readership by addressing Secretary Clinton's question, "What difference, at this point, does it make?"

That remark was the opening for a professional journalist. CBS's Steve Kroft had 30 minutes, not 60, when he sat down with Secretary Clinton (post testimony) and President Obama last week for an interview (that aired Sunday evening on '60 Minutes').

An incredible opportunity he had to present America some answers, some truth. He didn't botch it - the interview - he is party to the corruption. Love was in the air.

Thank god it was over in 30 minutes. Any longer and America would have witnessed a menage a trois. And an uglier trio does not come to mind. Witnessing adults (except Bubba) would have required therapy. Children scarred for life. 

To ensure it was not the last thing on my mind before turning back the sheets, I watched a rerun of the Andy Griffith Show.

So, Steve (can't bring myself to use the formal and respectful "Mr."), is the personal and professional relationship between the President and the Secretary of State more important to the American people than the performance of their sworn duties? More important than the murders of four Americans, serving America abroad, under their watch? More important than scandal at the top of our government?

Why did you not ask President Obama where he was, what he was doing, and how much time elapsed between the onset of the attack, his awareness, and his orders? He's yet to answer those important questions.

Why did you not ask President Obama why he continued, for weeks and weeks, to cite a video as the cause of the attack when he damn well knew otherwise?

Why did you not ask Secretary Clinton why she, instead of Susan Rice, did not go on the political television programs the Sunday after the attack?

Why did you not ask Secretary Clinton why she, too, continued to cite a video as the cause of the attack when she damn well knew otherwise?

And those questions are just for starters. So, Steve, why did you not ask the tough questions - allowing Americans to hear from those they elected and let them make up their own minds?

Seriously, Steve? Seriously!

Steve, you, too, are derelict in your duties.

Time for another episode of Andy Griffith. In Mayberry they take a dim view, a very dim view, on corruption. To this day, so do I.

And nor in Mayberry was there ever even the slightest insinuation of a 'menge a trois' - a phrase Barney surely could not have spoken correctly and likely did not know the definition.   

Thank god for Andy, Barney, Helen, Thelma Lou, Aunt Bea, Floyd, Otis, Gomer, Goober, and Opie, too - upstanding Americans all. Even 'the Fun Girls' - amorous as they were - kept it clean.

Sweet dreams - for we're living a nightmare.

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