What does Benghazi reveal about Hillary Clinton and Barack Obama?

Morgan Freeberg linked to a very well written piece at The American Thinker by Darren Jonescu. It's all about the kind of people we have in Barack Obama and Hillary Clinton, and what they did regarding Benghazi

The president and secretary of state of the most powerful nation on Earth are impervious to shame. They can do -- they have done -- what you hope you could never do, what you pray your children will never be able to do, what psychologists fill academic journals attempting to explain. They were informed that their countrymen -- their appointees -- were being attacked, were issuing repeated cries for help, and, if nothing were done to intercede, were likely to be killed. Knowing this, and knowing, further, that they had at their disposal the most powerful military in the world, no risk of personal harm, and many subordinates prepared to leap into action at their word, they blithely walked away from the desperate men pleading for their help, and carried on with whatever they happened to be doing that night. They let other men suffer unto death without lifting a finger to help, or even indicating a moment's regret for their inaction after the fact.

They demonstrated a cold lack of interest in the suffering of others -- not the abstract, theoretical suffering of collective interest groups, such as "the poor" or "gays" or "women," but the real physical pain and mortal terror-style suffering of individual human beings in mortal crisis.

That is what Barack Obama and Hillary Clinton did on September 11 and 12, 2012, and what they have continued to do in the months since. God save a nation in the hands of men and women with souls of this nature. For a man without shame or the capacity for the most primal forms of fellow-feeling is a man who has no internal, self-imposed limits on what he might do to achieve his ends. If the suffering of others is absolutely nothing to him; if literal cries for help do not stir in him painful feelings that can only be alleviated by prompt action or, failing that, by interminable days of shame and self-loathing, then there is nothing -- apart from pragmatic calculations -- to prevent him from doing anything that seems to serve his ends.

Progressivism, socialism, Marxism -- call it what you will -- is an authoritarian strategy masked as a political theory. At its core is the premise that the state has full authority, in the name of "the people," to do any number of things which would have been almost universally recognized, throughout human history, as shameful acts. In the name of "equality" and "justice," progressives claim the authority to take one man's rightfully earned possessions by force, and simply give them to other men; to remove children forcibly from their parents, and raise them according to precepts that may be antithetical to everything the parents believe; to retard the intellectual and moral development of every citizen through an aggressive, coercive program of indoctrination through government schools, aimed at producing a submissive underclass of competent but unambitious adults; to determine, by edict, who may or may not be permitted to pursue life-preserving medical treatment, and under what conditions that treatment may be provided; and so on through the litany of moral violations recast as "services," and even "rights," by collectivist despots and their bureaucratic minions.

Homer, composing his epic tales for a society dominated by war and its frequent and sudden losses, coined a term for the essential life force of an individual man, a term designed at once to dignify the individual dying warrior, and to fill all hearers with wonder and a moral shiver at the fleetingness of it all: psuchē -- literally, "breath." There is the root, linguistically and philosophically, of our word psyche, i.e., soul. Human life is breath, and thus death a mere exhalation. A biological fact transformed through poetry into the essential glory and tragedy of our existence. With what horrifying ease may a man be dispatched from this world -- from the company of his comrades, the home of his family, the embrace of his beloved, and the society of his fellow citizens. In the end, a man's life is just an invisible wisp of air, barely felt and quickly lost. We cling to and cherish life because, deep down, we know this of ourselves. We begin our journey to full humanity, however, when we recognize and respect this truth in others. To fail in this initial stage of our moral journey is to become something other than human, something lower, something degraded and ugly.