Sunday, March 15, 2009
Prayers of the Downtrodden
ObamaNation piece by
Robert R. Owens
We open with a Soviet-era prayer; “Lord you know I’ve been poor all my life. My family never has enough to eat. We don’t even have a cow. My neighbor has a fine cow. It gives milk every day it keeps his family happy and healthy. Oh Lord, kill my neighbors cow!” In a society obsessed with leveling the playing field until everyone was standing in line for food and had an equal right to get their name on a doctor’s waiting list this prayer expressed the citizen’s reaction to collectivist policies meant not to bring everyone up but to bring everyone down which is why there is no Soviet Union today.
Turning the Bully Pulpit into a bully every day we’re beat up with a doom and gloom version of hope and change. The chief political knee-capper Rahm Emanuel advocates not letting this emergency go to waste. The daily drip of panic combined with the blather from the maw of the lapdog media spreads the cacophony of catastrophe as a means to panic us into doing what they want. What do they want? To change the United States from a free-market country founded upon a rock-solid Constitution into a Western Hemisphere version of France floating on a living document that says whatever the ruling-class wants. Are we really buying this securitized derivative of a social contract? Many people are starting to wonder if this contract has a cancellation clause. Panic salesmen tell us “Hang yourself or I’ll shoot you” bumper stickers say, “Honk if you’ll pay my mortgage” and “Wave if you’ll send my kids to college.”
The razzle-dazzle continues as the Not-a-State-of-the-Union-Address announces increasing the number of soldiers, increasing the defense budget, expanding the war, universal education through college, universal healthcare while cutting the deficit. The 11:59 flight of pigs is now leaving for a snowball fight in hell.
Standing O’s greet each flight of fantasy as we learn the economic team goes through the budget line-by-line finding trillions in waste to cut. Has anyone bothered to tell our resident Constitutional scholar the President does not have line-item veto? I don’t know what amazes me more someone having the control to say this with a straight face, the poodle-press reporting it with a straight face or many of my fellow citizens swallowing it without choking. These are the very people who put the budget together. Why did they put the waste in to begin with? Why did they have to discover things they put in the bill? Does anyone believe anything will be cut besides our own budgets?
How’re these plans to remake America going so far? Put it this way, over in what should be the Amen Corner this move-on-dot-agenda is too liberal for Senator Byrd and George McGovern.
Now the Forget About It Choir sings a lament by the Crying Prophet, “Things I don’t Hear Others Saying.”
Forget about the Fairness Doctrine. The High Priests of Change only need three votes from the five-member FCC to define Localism in such a way that no radio station would dare air any syndicated conservative programming. This light rail train wreck we call Hope and Change is moving so fast the Rubber-stamp Senate already voted to enshrine Localism as an enforceable tenant of FCC policy.
Forget about revising the union stranglehold on the Big 3 look for the unionization of Honda, Toyota and anyone else who thinks they can get by without a union boss as a partner. Along with the envelopes full of cash, you’ll need to provide 4 no-work electricians and 3 no-work carpenters or at least the W-2s if you want to do business in the Brave New Bizarro World of the Employee Free Choice. Act.
Forget about these nickel and dime stimulus plans. While everyone’s gazing at smoke and mirror debates about the latest porker for hundreds of billions the Fed and Treasury pump trillions into the economy without a vote.
Forget about Global Warming. Cap-N-Trade is coming to save the day fighting the main polluter of the earth, carbon dioxide by controlling emissions through what is essentially a new carbon tax shell game which creates a new commodity out of thin air. Businesses don’t pay taxes consumers do. The price of everything will go up if this monstrosity ever lurches off the table. That’s a hidden-tax on everyone using everything. We exhale carbon dioxide. Will the climate commissars start taxing us for that too?
Let’s end with a new American prayer, “Oh, God let there be just one more bubble. In your mercy Lord let me cash-in on the right side of the next business-cycle and if Lord this cannot be may the Sanhedrin on the Potomac bail me out.” Keep the faith. We shall survive. Amen.
Robert R. Owens
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