Hillary and The Road Not Taken

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By servative

These lines by Robert Frost, from his famous poem “The Road Not Taken,” still echo through the noise of popular culture:

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

Conventional wisdom tells us that taking the road less traveled is a good thing. It has a certain heroic quality. It implies a fortuitous outcome.

It seems that this traveler, departing from his rat-in-a-maze mentality, suddenly stops to consider another way of doing things, joyously frees himself from his thoughtless routine, follows his bliss, takes wing on his newly-discovered path, and overcoming all obstacles, ultimately prevails.

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Queue the applause track; as the curtain falls, our heroic pilgrim lives happily ever after.

On closer reading, the situation is not so clear. Who makes a potentially life-changing decision with such serendipity? The traveler’s choice of path seems a bit ill-considered under the circumstances. I mean, just because a road looks “grassy” doesn’t mean it should be taken …

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same

Perhaps it’s the romance, the poetic allure, the fun and excitement, the temptation, or the sense of freedom. Perhaps it’s the sense of promise. Don’t valedictorians tell us to follow our dreams wherever they lead, whatever the cost?

But back here in reality, except for the most aimless wanderer or irresponsible narcissist, only the most inconsequential of decisions can be made with such abandon.

The rest of us have somewhere to be, or someone to care for – how much longer will the road take? What’s the terrain like? Do I have enough water, food, and fuel? Where’s my map – what’s the elevation and temperature? Might there be bandits? Do I know anyone who’s gone that way before? Maybe I should ask someone, or tell someone, or have someone go with me.

Sometimes, a road is less traveled because it’s the wrong way, or because it’s dangerous. Things can and do go wrong. There are some roads you go down that you can’t go back. There are some decisions you make that you can’t unmake.

Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

Take Hillary’s War, for instance. Hillary Clinton decided that it would be good for her political career to depose Muammar Gaddafi. It was a grassy-looking path to a presidential appearance – Hillary’s Victory; narcissistic, without regard for others, and without a plan for the future.

By that time, Gaddafi was cooperative as could be, convinced to be so by President George W. Bush’s perseverance in Iraq. But Hillary took the initiative, and broke Libya into a thousand little terrorist pieces; hence the disaster of Benghazi and her subsequent “video” cover-up.

Hillary’s war was on Hillary’s whim. She set Libya on the path to ruin, and America on the run from Al-Qaeda. Like letting ISIS run wild, like giving Russia the “reset,” like supporting the Muslim Brotherhood in Egypt, there are no do-overs. Once you head down that road, there is no going back.

You may be wondering exactly what road I am going down here, so here is the question:

What difference, at this point, does it make? …

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

All the difference in the world. Hillary took us down this road.

And no amount of poetic justice can ever make up for that.

First published at SavingOurFuture.com

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