Our leaders refuse to name the enemy, much less fight the war. Our southern border is not protected and secured. Our military has been diminished and undercut. We’re admitting tens of thousands (soon to be hundreds of thousands) of people who embrace an ideology that is at direct odds with our Constitution and our very lives. Our presence on the world stage has receded to a dangerous level where we abandon our allies, align with the enemy, and let evil flourish.
And that’s the short list.
So what is our national security policy at this point, particularly with respect to the Islamic advance?
As far as I can tell, it’s comprised of luck. And water.
Luck
We’ve all been lucky. Our lives have not been snuffed out by Islamic blades, bullets, or bombs.
We weren’t at the World Trade Center in 1993. Nor were we there in 2001 or on any of the planes jihadists crashed
We weren’t at the finish line of the Boston Marathon. We weren’t at Ford Hood or at either of the military installations in Tennessee or at a recruiting center in Arkansas when Islamic terror struck.
We weren’t at the Inland Regional Center in San Bernardino, California. We weren’t an employee at a food distribution center in Moore, Oklahoma or a student in West Orange, New Jersey. Nor were we Coptic Christians in the same state.