I know my Mom and Dad an Auntie Marge and Uncle Don will laugh at this, but there are days when I really feel my age. Today my left foot and right foot took turns exchanging weird bouts of pressure pain where I’d have trouble walking on one foot, then it shifts to the other foot for a few hours, and then it goes back to the other one again. This on top of the fact that my tennis (actually, golf) elbow has really flared up again, and yesterday I threw out my back carting water to the queen palms.

But that doesn’t mean I’m not playing golf today.

I’ve always been the kind of guy that isn’t afraid to admit how much of a flawed human being I am – most certainly, God knows. I’ll also admit that, like my brother Dave and my late brother Mark (may he rest in peace), I’m not afraid to call a spade a spade and tell it like it is – no filter. Not sure who we got that from, and it hasn’t necessarily always served us well, but on the other hand no one can question what I think about things, one way or the other. My tongue (actually fingers), are an open book. You may agree or disagree, but you know I’m writing always from the heart.

I have a hard time with ambivalence, but that’s not what God put us on the earth for. If some college or university were to invite me to speak at their commencement, my speech would be a very short one, indeed: Be who you are, and as long as you don’t hurt anyone in the process, don’t be afraid to be yourself. And if anyone has a problem with that, tell them to go f… er, pound sand.

Which, to get to the point of today’s post, is why I would never be good at politics. I could never see myself like that phoney ass Jay Carney standing up in front of a group of reporters and lying my ass off on a daily basis with a straight face. It’s one thing to perpetrate a lie when you’re talking about congressional budgets, Barack’s latest golf outing, or his mooching wife bilking the taxpayers while living it up at some oh-so-trendy corner of the globe – I get that, it’s politics. But how on God’s earth could anyone – anyone– stand at a podium and lie with a straight face about events where our ambassador to Libya and three other heroes were left to die without any action whatsoever on the part of our miltary?

Maybe it’s just me, but I couldn’t do that. Maybe it takes a bigger – or smaller – man than I to do that. Obviously, Mr. Carney has no problem looking at himself in a mirror on a daily basis. That takes guts in my view.

There’s little question now that, whether it was President Obama, Secretary of Defense Leon Panetta, or Secretary of State Hillary Clinton, someone, or all of them, left innocent people hung out to die in Benghazi. You want to call me some dumb Republican conservative who won’t let go of a narrative? Go for it. But I happen to believe that the lives of four people mean something – to this country, and to the families, friends, and loved ones who still seek answers to what actually happened on that night twenty months ago. Perhaps Nancy Pelosi (D-Dingbat) can’t figure out why Republicans continue to focus on the events at Benghazi, but I can tell her why: because, you jerk, FOUR PEOPLE DIED THAT NIGHT, and not one person – NOT ONE – has been held accountable to date. That’s why.

As I’ve said before, no one died as a result of Watergate. Barack Obama, Leon Panetta, and Hillary Clinton have the blood of American innocents on their hands. And who, if anyone, will hold them accountable? John Hinderaker of Power Line blog, I think, knows who and what is behind this travesty:

Did Obama and Clinton make a cynical decision to let the defenders of the State Department’s facility in Benghazi die, because sending in reinforcements risked a bloodier, more politically dangerous conflict? Did they freeze up, and fail to make any decision at all? Or were they never even in the loop, as the emails suggest?

After Ted Kennedy drowned Mary Jo Kopechne at Chappaquiddick Island, the Kennedy family’s lawyers and other advisers held a conclave at the Kennedy compound in Hyannis Port to plot a survival strategy. It was reported that Teddy himself did not participate in the meeting. Instead, he was on the beach flying a kite: Teddy was considered too dumb to be of any use.

Are Barack and Hillary viewed the same way within the administration? Are they mere seat-warmers, considered too inept to be involved in serious decision-making? Are golfing and fundraising Obama’s only skills? Is Hillary useless in the clutch? If the Democrats think these questions are going away, they are mistaken. Obama doesn’t have to stand for election again, so maybe he can brazen it out. But if Hillary runs for president in 2016, the question everyone will want to know the answer to is: What did you do on the night of September 11, 2012?

I’ll tell you what they did, they left four people to die in a dusty, deadly, and bloody outpost. Like they said in The X Files, “the truth is out there”, and ultimately the truth will come out. And there’s nothing that shameless Jay Carney or Hillary Clinton is going to be able to do to refute HER utter incompetence that night, nor the blood that remains underneath her manicured fingernails.

You know, I keep thinking “what goes around, comes around”, but I’m not so sure anymore. I’m a dinosaur, living my life under a code of ethics and conduct that, while imperfect for sure, increasingly I find outdated and outmoded. How else to think in a world where people can just stand there with cameras watching and lie with impugnity and just get away it. It makes me sad, but it also makes me glad I’m at the age I am.

It makes me not want to even care anymore.

I think I’ll go play some golf.