ISIS is selling women at open-air slave markets; Iraq’s awash with Iranian soldiers; the Taliban’s waiting for us to high-tail it so it can take-over Afghanistan; Putin’s gobbled up the Crimea; and Iran’s marching down the road to a nuclear bomb.

So with Obama in the running for the weakest President in memory, after Republicans won both the House and the Senate, the faithful were looking forward to John Boehner and Mitch McConnell climbing into the ring and KOing the President in short order.

But, it turned out, the only two fellows on earth who couldn’t whip Obama were John Boehner and Mitch McConnell.

Stunned, sitting in the bleachers in disbelief, the faithful waited for their champions to get up off the mat – but they never did.

After the bell rung, mood shifting from disbelief to anger the faithful started growling, saying about Washington politicians, When their lips are moving that’s when you know they’re lying to get elected.

And, It sure looks like we needed a warrior not a politician.

Then as surely as nature abhors a vacuum a two-fisted flesh and blood warrior walked onto the stage at a Republican debate and started punching not just Obama but Mexicans and blondes and actresses and Bushes and when he told a reporter he was going to whip ISIS by finding the next General Patton the faithful were smitten. They had found their strongman.

They were also so relieved they didn’t stop to ask about his checkered past or how he’d played both sides (politically) and no one asked, What happens if after the election our strongman turns out to Kim Jong-il and not George Washington?

Because they had to get shed of Boehner and McConnell. And that’s all that mattered.