Who Says Dogs Don’t Laugh?

I had a scruffy old dog named Caliber in my youth. Caliber wasn’t much good for anything, would rarely come when I called him (unless it was dinner time), was prone to get mange every summer, and delighted in sitting in open view and licking himself in obscene places anytime we had company over for dinner. His most endearing trait, however, and the reason for mentioning him in this column, was that often he would leave his dinner unfinished, but would lie down close to the bowl and growl with bared teeth at any other animal or human being that approached it. The unmistakable look in his eyes said, “I’m not going to eat that…but you can’t have it either!”

Ol’ Caliber

I couldn’t help but think of old Caliber this week when the Supremes decided to strike down most of the Arizona immigration laws. I understand where they are coming from…immigration law as it is currently written is the purview of the federal government, and shouldn’t be the responsibility of individual states. The key word in that sentence is responsibility! President Obama and the Demwits…I’m sorry, that should be the Dems… are forcing the federal government to shirk its responsibility of protecting all Americans, but particularly those in the southwestern border states, from the drugs, violence, and economic chaos caused by an open border with Mexico. If our own federales aren’t allowed by politicians to ‘protect and serve,’ as is their warrant, then I certainly agree with Gov. Jan Brewer that Arizona and other border states should be able to protect themselves.

Notwithstanding the fact that President Obama doesn’t appear to have mange, and I have never seen him licking himself at any public function, he does remind me of my old dog, Caliber. The president’s attitude regarding protecting the people of Arizona from the evils of illegal immigration appears to be “I’m not going to do that…but you can’t do it either.” It is certainly possible that comparing the president to a worthless old dog is not the politically correct thing to do, but it’s a pretty apt comparison.

Now that I think about it, old Caliber wasn’t much for exercise, but when the mood struck him, he would stand in the middle of the major highway in front of my house and dodge in and out of traffic until, inevitably, he caused a major collision. They say dogs don’t smile, but I can assure you that old Caliber could grin ear to ear whenever he was able to wreak havoc and bring all transportation to a halt in our little corner of the world. Wasn’t the president smiling the other day when he said, “The private sector is doing just fine!”? The look in his eyes as he controlled himself from breaking into a chortle said, “Lookit what I did!” No doubt he laughs himself to sleep every night as he reminisces about his ability, along with his Democrat cohorts in crime, to wreck the economy, keep unemployment high, force a ridiculous health care bill on us, sell deadly weapons to cartels, and show absolute disdain for the Constitution and all the hard working, tax paying Americans at the same time.

Old Caliber slept in a doghouse out behind the barn. I could walk by it late at night and hear him chuckling as he dreamed about all the evil deeds he had done that day. My guess is that a stroll by the presidential bedroom would bring to your ears much the same sound. I hope come November America has the good sense to send Obama and the whole Democrat pack back to the pound.