Saturday, January 24, 2009

Gee, Who Would Have Believed It Would Be This Easy?

Calling the role has never been easier, has it?

That squishiness you hear is the sound of Republicans beating down the door of the Liberal palace, and demanding entrance into the festive party going on inside. That "sucking sound" you hear, (apologies to Ross Perot) is the sound of Republican elites, and assorted Rinos, drawing the life blood from the Republican party we once revered. The stampede has begun, and responsibility is a casualty of the mad dash to the circle of the "I wanna be loved too" crowd.
With only a few good men left, such as Congressman Mike Pence, and Senator John Cornyn, our party is largely bereft of adult leadership.

Still struggling with the notion of ridding the party of the dreaded NASCAR bunch, those gun lovin', Bible toting southern "hicks", northeast (it pains me to say) Republican wise men, want to recast the party in their vision of what is best. Kinda' like Obama wantng to "remake " America, I believe. The battle goes on, for OUR hearts and souls. Wait a minute there! That's MY heart, and MY soul they're talking about. Funny, nobody bothered to tell me we were in an important life and death struggle, how about you?

"No pastels!", Reagan warned us, and he was right on. Therefore, as I see it, the party, litterally, is up for grabs. This is one party I don't want to miss, nor should any of you either. It's there for the taking, what say we "git 'er done!" in the words of one of those same southern "hicks" so despised, but. yet, so loved by all of us. It makes me want to go out and buy a brand spanking new pickup truck, complete with gun rack and Bible. But should it be a Ford, Chevy, Dodge, or maybe a growling Toyota? The only auto manufacturing facilities making real money, and not with the help of "bailout" money, are those in, you guessed it---the Southern US! Let's be careful, we don't want to be called bigots, or snobs or racists of some kind, do we? No, that's best done by the Libs, and now, their willingly abetting partners, the former Republicans in good standing.

How about those defenders of the poor, and the oppressed? Today, President Obama stood proudly beside the "real" president, Greg Craig, and defiantly, and proudly asserted he was closing Guantanimo. Of course the very next thing to do was to suspend all actions taken against those poor detainees in the hell hole known simply as Gitmo. Like me, I'll bet you can't wait for those two hundred, help, I've fallen down, and can't get up, defenders of Islam, to be broought stateside, and placed in federal prisons. I know, I know, they will liven up those dreary places with their version of "here's why I hate America", ringing off the walls. Do you think it probable that real Americans incarcerated in those same facilities, won't take up the same kind of message? Nothing like having the next generation of home grown terrorists, cultivated right there within the walls of Sing Sing, or Leavenworth, is there?

And to think, we have none other than the merciful Obama to thank for all this. In the short space of seventy two hours, the man we were asked to just "give a chance", has outdone himself, and compromised the safety of America. All in two fell swoops of the presidential pen on two remarkable executive orders. (explained to an adoring public by Monsieur Gregg Craig, the one who knows what Obama thinks best, but can't articulate very well)

In short, The One, but not the Only, has done more to assure us of yet more acts of terror, and of uncertain days in our nation's schools. Will Obama be the next president to be told, while reading to a class of second grade students, that our nation is under attack once again? Don't ask, and I will not tell. Oops! That's another concern for another day, isn't it? Forgive me my insensitive nature. Just habit.

Take heed in the words of Omar Khayyam, in his Rubaiyat. The poem, "The moving finger writes, and having writ moves on" It goes on, "nor all your piety, nor wit, shall lure it back to cancel half a line, nor all your tears wash out a word of it" Brilliant in it's cociseness, and so prophetic indeed. We may cry, yes, but our tears shall not wash away, nor may we convince Obama, to cancel his executive orders. His finger has written, and it moves on to the next promise, the next act of defiance against America.

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