OUR NEW AMERICAN MACHINE

Our nation is still imbued with aspects of redemptive merit. Despite the evidence of our eminent demise, the recent behavior of Nancy Pelosi and the combined treacherous and deliberate surrender of this nations financial future by its government, I counter the twain efforts of said Nancy Pelosi in the house and her counterpart in the Senate, Harry Reid, with the sublime preeminence of the Pacific and Atlantic oceans.

By these two geographic features it may be possible to prepare some defense from invasion and there likewise perhaps be granted enough time to say our prayers before our nuclear demise. I doubt that Nancy or Reid shall compare in their duration to the persistence of these dividing barriers of water.

And to our president, I hearken to the truth of history, not to the compilation by worshipers who have deigned a faux solidity upon the only existing counterpart in this present incarnation. I speak of the naked facts which are yet remaining, the failure of a past “stimulus
package” which only aggravated an existing depression and which thus persisted for the better part of a decade. This was the “Great Depression” to which Roosevelt was granted the undeserved title of national savior.

We did not learn the lesson. Obama washed his hands of any true oversight in the construction of this abominable excess. In the promotion of this action, Obama will have to continue to grind furiously the media organ forsworn to uphold him. This thin twisted hymn to his honor must continue now for at least four more years, the conductor must untiringly wag his baton year after year as the economic cacophony of collapse rumbles beneath us, from the tingling energies up one's famous leg will come a few notes of the enduring strains reminiscent of those after the sinking of the Titanic; an awful sound of thousands drowning in vain.

More madness than heretofore mustered must be multiplied as conviction. Doom must be made light of. Pretentious pundits must wisp away massive suffering with shrinking news of successes Downright fabrications and lies will often fill the gaps where knowledge begs to lie. The sounded charge of a galant cavalry must be blown by a brigade of disposable bugalists. The sound by now will be deafening it will be a symphony of evil familiar to some, foreign to others. We know the devil has endured some 6,000 years. Legend fitingly casts him also as a musical genius exiled from heaven. Surely now he will nnod to the polyphony of our suffering. I doubt the foundation of this administration would stand a chance without him. After all, Jeremiah Wright is the only significant “reverend” of record to have influenced the mind of our “Great One.”

Let us pray:

For the greater endurance. For continued faith in the true God. For the promise of true deliverance. For the repentance of the masses from this massive darkness surrounding them.

Truly, we all have to wait now. The great gears of a mighty machine are moving. Like a meat grinder, a wood chipper, a milling stone and refiner's oven. I speak of the bowels of this sinking ship, propellers swinging in mid air, boilers shreading its crew, heat and steam let loose, and crushing objects turned against anything in their path. Satire will fall dead after this wait. There are no jokes told by survivors of this nightmare. Satire falls dead in the wait for death.

I expect and entertain many a critic. It matters little to me. In the privilege of tendering the truth, I do not feel worthy, yet I see many who are more eloquent than I, silently scratching their chins. It is as if one is daring to wager the outcome of piranha loosed in the national swimming pool. Get out! Get out of the pool now! Disaster in water is my primary metaphor here. It grabs the imagination in a way that is antithesis to our land faring ways, and we have truly left the precious land thes days.

When an axle has been broken we order a new window. With the corn yet remaining in the field we have summoned the hail, and after the hail we have borrowed money to party. After the party, we can look out the new window, look at our ruined harvest and starve to death.

Perhaps, with some "luck" it will only be to our children this death. Perhaps Nancy will have found those shoes she so wanted in Rome or Paris and she will die the vapid happy fool that she is, in an aged state of blessed dementia. I am not sure of the difference from her present state, however. Hats off too, to the millions who likewise without qualification, entrusted her and her ilk to fashioning our doom.

Once again imagination has taken me back to the water:

I’m looking at a life boat. Seating comfortably in the hollow of its protection are Bernard Madoff, George Soros, Nancy Pelosi and Harry Reid. Chris Matthews is rowing madly against the wind with a tingling leg - and who but our esteemed Obama, is posing gallantly at the bow in the guise of the famous Washington crossing of the Delaware painting. Suddenly there is an argument and brittle words are exchanged. Obama keeps his poise, nary averting his magazine-quality pose. It seems the fine boat has a defect. Its one hole, though yet holding back the sea from invasion, is plugged by a 100 karat diamond cork.

All is lost, greed prevails, and the machine of rescue, which is lifeboat America . . . . . . . . . Sinks.

Milton