Poof! Imagine for a second that we are magically transported back to a time, when America was like a new bride, shining and beautiful again. Before the time that American hero Captain Chesley B. “Sully” Sullenburger, who piloted US Airways Flight 1549 to a safe landing on the Hudson River, showed us how to fly, land and walk on water. It was during those days gone by, that I wrote an article and posted it here entitled, "America: Winds of Change are Blowing." Within it are references to the incoming US president, and the real dangers he and we all face.
These dangers are especially relevant now that we the people have spoken, and the majority’s choice is residing in the White House. Could Barack Obama be a great president? If he lives long enough, I suppose anything is possible. First, we will have to put out of office those elected leaders who still mock our choice of President and Commander in Chief, and depending on how this all goes, possibly the last ever leader of the free world. We the people should brook no more foolishness or monkey business from those in charge. It would be better to find a safe haven for our money outside of our failing, porous borders, like in a Swiss bank account. Where do the Mob, Al Qaeda’s Osama bin Laden, and the drug cartels remaining kingpins’ keep their money safe at anyway? We should find out and follow suit. Financially speaking, and to quote the band Deep Purple in their landmark guitar classic, "Smoke on the Water,":
"Swiss time was running out. It seemed we would lose the race."
Those that ridicule our choices and us are standing in our way. They are those that got us into this horrendous downward spiraling state of the union in the first place. We allowed it and made it worse by not wanting to end the party until the cops came and put locks on our houses and took our credit cards into custody. Like drunken drivers, that sloppily imbibed at the devil's well of easy credit for too long, we wander about cluelessly gawking at the fatal train wreck of our national economy. Those who caused the derailment, death, and destruction of America, and indeed the entire capitalistic world that blindly followed us, are for us all to hold accountable. The problem with that idea is that we ourselves are not without sin. Who among us has a clear enough conscience to cast the first stone at the guilty whores we have rolled in the bed with for so long?
There is a stench of egotism, gall, madness and arrogance surrounding these global economic puppet masters, who play cavalierly with our collective fates, while the Republic for which we stand rapidly goes up in flames around us. They are an extremely appalling example of a responsible democratically elected government in action. Plato, who wrote the philosophical treatise, “The Republic,” which contained the ideals of a state or government that all western democracies became modeled after, just turned over in his grave. That occurred as three United States' governors toyed with the idea of turning down the economic stimulus money that Congress allocated as their states' fair share designed to stimulate economic recovery. One of them said, "I just wanted the right to be able to refuse it."
Most of those at the highest levels of the world governments continue to sit back and do practically nothing, as the VISA-Goths, and the Mastercard-Goths, are storming our formerly prosperous pearly gates. This economic American Express is taking us right over the cliffs of chaos and into the depths of financial despair. Meanwhile, those responsible for our current economic suffering, have spirited away with our desperately waved 756 billion dollar bailout money, that we bribed them with to save us from this societal peril and doom. Still, they have the nerve to come back around to finish us off, by acting like Charles Dickens' character Oliver Twist, now sporting a a three-piece suit, parachuting from his corporate jet and being brought by limo to a soup kitchen full of investment bankers on Wall St. and saying, “Please sir, may I have some more?” M-o-o-o-re? Truly, there is no honor among thieves. Still, I hold my sword up high. With me are every loyal patriot still left standing, as we humbly worship God. We mourn teary-eyed at the public altars of the rebuilt Pentagon, the remains of the 911 airplane that crashed in the Pennsylvanian field, the rusting scraps of the World Trade Center, and at the feet of Hurricane Katrina’s survivors and New Orleans’s still debased poor. We stand up and with the bloodcurdling cry of a dying animal and declare, ironically, "Viva America!"
The metaphor of our whoredoms played out so well in the movie starring a young Dustin Hoffman, “The Graduate.” Composers and musicians Paul Simon, (not to be confused with one of our glorious politicians of the same name), and Art Garfunkel have expressed the results of our national flirtations within the lyrics of their Grammy award winning song, “Mrs. Robinson.”
“Where have you gone, Joe DiMaggio
A nation turns its lonely eyes to you (Woo, woo, woo)
What’s that you say, Mrs. Robinson
Joltin’ Joe has left and gone away
(Hey, hey, hey…hey, hey, hey)
People are hurting and scared. Family fortunes, homes and empires are being lost. America and the world as we know it is collapsing. Historians have long have predicted this mighty fall from power and grace for the once great United States of America, just as the Roman Empire did. Do you remember hearing about that in school? World History is still taught is it not? Perhaps, ironically, it too has become an anachronism, just like PE and prayer.
Winston Churchill the great British 20th Century wartime leader, while preparing his people for Adolph Hitler’s impending NAZI onslaught and Holocaust, uttered the now timeless adage, “Those who do not pay heed to history, are doomed to repeat it.” There is no time for summer school now. The winter of our discontent is upon us.
Our glorious leaders, like mad Roman emperor Nero, have fiddled while Rome burned. Shakespeare's Julius Caesar also, comes to mind here. It only takes one assassin's bullet to trigger a devastating race war in America. Like in JFK's time, if this happens again, our Camelot will be no more. The difference is that now, unlike in Kennedy’s time, the Civil Rights Movement is an empirical fact and the US Constitution has been amended to give it teeth.
A single assassin’s bullet still could find its mark. Some hope for accuracy in aim, and some hope this ill wind never blows, although history warns us to think otherwise. This thought is illustrated in the lyrics from the Camelot song, “C'est Moi."
There is an amazing parallel there between President Obama and Knight of the Roundtable, Lancelot. This reflected in a popular sentiment, fleeting, as it may be. Many seem to be holding those truths to be self-evident, about a man not yet allowed to fail.
Champions of the people scarcely live long enough to see the final fruits of their labor on Earth, where fate and evil men step in to strike them down. My fear for our latest American president is contained in that same song we just discussed, "C''est Moi." Written and arranged by American lyricist and librettist Alan Jay Lerner and composer Frederick Loewe, for their classic Broadway musical, “Camelot.” The following lyrics are aptly and conveniently included for our discussion here:
When swords are crossed
'Tis always the same:
One blow and au revoir!
Poof! Charlie Manson's dream of a race war looms ominously on the horizon. His dream could become our national nightmare, if we ignore and fail to thwart those plotting such evil acts, by allowing the assassination of American President Barack Obama. Will we become unwitting accomplices and allow President Obama to perish at the hands of our international and domestic extremist brothers? The Kennedy’s, Reverend Martin Luther King, Jr., and Obama’s presidential hero Abraham Lincoln died from an assassin’s resolve and bullet, and America never recovered from the loss of these leaders and eventual cultural icons. Our reality was shattered and the our loss of future potential was unrecoverable. The parallels in history are unmistakable. Our enemies, both within and without, certainly have not failed to notice them. Et Tu America?