With all the talk of “change” we’ve been hearing for what seems like forever, already, and we’ve still got five months to go, some of you may have been wondering what kind of “change,” specifically, was being talked about. If so, you’ll be glad to know I’ve unearthed some specifics, and significant ones, at that, if you agree that our foreign policy is significant.

It appears that under a Democrat presidency, U.S. foreign policy would be guided by Winnie The Pooh. Yes, that Winnie The Pooh, and no, I’m not making this up. An adviser to the presumptive (and some have said presumptuous) Democrat candidate characterized the tales of Winnie and friends as a “fundamental text” on national security, according to several published reports.

Naturally, at first I was somewhat taken aback. Then I realized that, of course, the adviser, who used to be the Navy secretary for Bill Clinton, was advising liberals leaning so far left they’re practically horizontal. The concept of basing foreign policy on children’s stories and other fairy tales made perfect sense in that context.

Actually, I think it’s a concept they might consider using in other areas of policy development both foreign and domestic.

For example, domestic environmental policy related to, let’s say, the “global-warming” fantasy, could take a page or two from the story of Henny Penny. You remember Henny Penny. She was the dumb little cluck who was hit on the head by an acorn, concluded that the sky was falling, and began running around like a chicken with its head cut off to spread the word. That fairy tale would have to be used judiciously, though.  Ultimately, Henny’s alarmist pre-occupations drove her straight into the clutches of Foxy Loxy, which proved to be her undoing. Even though those who prefer to rely on Winnie’s exploits for foreign-policy guidance clearly have very active imaginations, death at the hands of a carnivore is a tough one to euphemize. 

When you stop to think about it, perhaps the whole notion of “change” at the executive level, at least on the Democrat side, is much more closely akin to the story about the emperor and his new clothes. The candidate’s advisers, and many mainstream pundits and observers of the American political scene, claim to see marvelous capabilities and accomplishments; a new era of unity; a new chapter in the history of our nation about to unfold.

But, after all, what else can they say? The candidate is the clear choice of the proponents of their nearly-horizontal, cock-eyed ideology, and the candidate has himself asserted that just the prospect of his nomination will come to be viewed as the time when there were jobs for the (essentially non-existent) jobless, the rising waters began to recede, and the very earth began to heal. Those who can’t see that are dismissed simply as unfit to comment.

Don’t get me wrong, I have some serious reservations about the other guy, as well. But at least he’s not metaphorically running around naked while asking us all to admire his new Armani.