Ryan Lochte and Obama: When Lies Are Golden

“We do not pay ransom [total: 1.7 billion]. We didn’t here and we won’t in the future.” – President Barack Obama

Reporter: “In basic English, you’re now saying you wouldn’t give them $400 million in cash [first installment] until the prisoners [hostages] were released, correct?” “That's correct.” – State Department spokesman John Kirby

Brazilian authorities should have seen the same wide-eyed dollar signs as the Iranians regarding three previously held American Olympian swimmers. Rather than simply releasing two and charging a third (who paid a $10,800 fine for vandalizing a gas station bathroom), imagine how much taxpayer dough they could of wheedled out of Mr. Obama?

Like Barack Obama, lying Olympian Ryan Lochte loves the spotlight, doesn't differentiate reality from fiction, and is completely incapable of shame. In these dysfunctional aspects of personality (minus Lochte's attention-grabbing formerly dyed blue locks), he's in good company with our president. Both exude a false sense of superiority, feel an elitist's entitlement to say or do whatever they want—and are absolutely impervious to truth. Will this drunkard face no consequences as Mr. Obama? Only time will tell.

At 32, Ryan Lochte was supposed to be the adult of the cadre of 20-something drunken party boys that included Jack Conger, Gunnar Bentz and Jimmy Feigen. During an early morning pit stop, a locked bathroom was kicked in, walls were soiled and a mirror was broken. Lochte spun a gun welding security guard into a tall tale about a thieving plain clothes police officer who put a gun muzzle to his empty head, cocking the trigger. This was the story he later peddled to the American press, resulting in an international incident.

Already under the towering shadow of Michael Phelps—this Other Guy with six gold metals (12 overall)—will be forever known as a crying wolf drunken goofball. Unfortunately, for all of Mr. Lochte's fame, the propagandist MSM is not in the tank for him as they are for the fibber-in-chief. Indeed, the president has lied repeatedly, and gotten away with whoppers such as: “If you like your heathcare plan you can keep it. Period.”; “What we do know is that the natural protests that arose because of the outrage over the video were used as an excuse by extremists to see if they can also directly harm U.S. interests.”; “Islam is not part of the problem in combating violent extremism—it is an important part of promoting peace.” Buoyed inexplicably around 50%, Mr. Obama's approval rating is largely unaffected by his track record of bold faced lies. Yet, what sane American corporation will want Ryan Lochte's smarmy endorsement?

This oblivious Olympian—same as his high-life partying counterpart in the White House—is the poster child for the Ugly American in 2016. Fortunately, the professional expiration date of this matching set of lying, irresponsible pajama boys is at hand. Thus, an exasperated nation can gratefully put them both out to pasture. Related to the former golden boy—this disgraced symbol of boorish American excess—Lochte shouldn't let the bathroom door hit his backside on his way to Las Vegas where he can freely indulge in hidden, future adolescent antics.

In the finally analysis, these careless people prove that fancy metals without integrity (same as Obama's presidency) are empty achievements, treasured fool's gold.

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Butt-naked “fish story” Admiral transferred not dismissed

For 7 years now and counting—in service of the scandal-prone Obama Administration—the MSM doesn't cover government official's activities, it “covers up” for them.

The narrative widely disseminated, the so-called “firing” of Rear Admiral David F. Baucom due to his naked, drunken shenanigans at a beachfront south Florida resort, doesn't exactly ring true. So, the sycophantic press calls a donkey wearing horse harnesses a stallion to the rest of us, and moves on. That is exactly what has happened here.

Mr. Baucom, a Navy man used to “fishy” stories, gave a really whopper for truly inexcusable behavior unworthy of any mature adult—let alone a military leader—yet he is still part of the military to this day. To my mind, a reassignment to a desk job in the Pentagon—a different job with full benefits and a pension—isn't Donald Trump's catch phrase of “get out with no second chances.” I think the 93 million unemployed John Q. Publics out there—many who were forcibly separated from their livelihoods and know what a “firing” actually is—would agree with my assessment rather than the tale being spun by the media.

Now, the Federal government is so large and powerful it acts precisely with the same tone-deaf impunity that the Catholic Church did when transferring “troubled” priests to distant parishes. Unfortunately, the bureaucracy's “out of sight, out of mind” isn't going to erase the memories of two female hotel guests who got an eyeful of a two-star admiral's “assets.”

As with Mr. Obama's Secret Service reported last March, less than one month later the ironically titled Rear Admiral Baucom also got into the irresponsible south Florida party-boy mode. Apparently, he was on official business that April, attending a conference with defense contractors, where he got so rip-roaring drunk he ended up in public in only his birthday suit. (Exactly, what are they putting in the water down there that all of these government-types utterly forget themselves?)

In any case, this supposedly “in charge” middle-aged person, the now former director of strategy and policy at the U.S. Transportation Command, got so blitzed he struck his head on a barstool, wet himself, and needed a bellman's assistance to get “strategically transported” to his room.

Hours later, still in a drunken haze, Mr. Baucom inexplicably reemerged from his room “looking for a bathroom” instead of using the one readily at hand. On the other side of his automatically-locking hotel room door. Naked as a jaybird. In dire need of his dress blues or a stitch of clothing of any kind like underoos. In short, anything with a waistband in which to stow a key card. (As Homer Simpson would exclaim: “D'oh!”) This was a pickle, no doubt, for our intrepid admiral.

To make matters worse, this He-Man laughably claimed later in an email to a colleague, per The Post, that he had failed to bring his pajamas on the trip because he was concerned about the heft of his luggage and “Did not want to to pay the extra $25 for a 2nd bag.” A series of bad calls leading to cringe-worthy circumstances spiraling rapidly out of control.

So what else is a 34-year serviceman to do than stumble around the grounds of the pricey $350.00 a night, 5-star Ponte Vedra Inn and Club with his exposed backside to the wind in desperate need of a beach towel? (Or perhaps a washcloth.)

Naturally, the rear admiral states: “I deeply regret my actions caused discredit to the Navy I love.” Then, in true pajama boy fashion (except with PJs obviously forgotten) this professional military man blames his behavior—rapid fire—on a heart medication that left him lightheaded, confused and disoriented. (To borrow the catch phrase “Clueless” actress Alicia Silverstone made famous: “As if!” which means “Yeah, right.”)

Mr. Baucom's personal Obamaesque “teachable moment” has led to a mild reprimand for disorderly conduct, and conduct unbecoming an officer. And his subsequent transfer (not firing as previously explained) to the Pentagon might ultimately be fortuitous: perhaps the world's largest low-rise office building is big enough for this rear end-baring admiral to lose himself in or at least to crawl under. Presumably wearing clothing first, like his uniform, of course.

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