A Carefully Orchestrated Election

My dad used to tell a story, more of a joke; something about a couple of base player in an orchestra who got bored in the middle of playing Beethoven’s 9th Symphony. Apparently there’s a section where they had little if anything to do so they decided to quietly exit through the back area of the concert hall, walk across to a tavern on the other side of the street and tilt back a few. They got carried away and forgot how much time had gone by and nearly missed staggering back for the finish. Imagine the dilemma the conductor was in as he looked down, noticed the score was tied in the bottom of the 9th and the bases were loaded…

This morning should have been tougher on my conservative frame than it is. Obama waltzed through the election without the media exposing him for what he is, a Marxist Socialist with holes in his character that would make Swiss Cheese envious. Don’t get me wrong, I was never a supporter of McCain either, McCain being the DNC pick to be an “also ran” candidate for the Republican Party. Neal Boortz got it right when he said that conservatives got left behind when the Republican Party decided to go off on a spending binge after acquiring power back in the 90’s; kind of how the old time Democrats must feel when they realize their party was hijacked by the New Socialist Party.

So the Republicans had a middle of the road Democrat to lead them to defeat while the Socialist Party ran an end around, with the help of the mass media and an adoring mesmerized stampede of sheeple. The handwriting was on the wall months ago and all I could do was sit back and preach to the choir while waiting for the house of cards to cave in on itself.

What do I do now, other than congratulate my liberal left leaning friends for having turned the direction of America from one of self sufficiency toward the chasm of socialistic despair? The first Black President of the United States is a feather in the cap of any Black person, of that they have every right to celebrate and even snicker at their White neighbors; to the victor go the spoils and all that.

Now, my Black American friends, it will be time for you to figure out just what kind of sorry SOB you’ve put in the White House. All the covering up of Obama’s character flaws, of which there are many; but which the drive by media willingly left out of their reports, all the ugly ties to crooks, home grown terrorists, black militants with no intention of unifying Black and White America and the rest of the Middle East ties which sent millions of illegal political donations in small increments so as to fly under the radar; all of these issues just might cause some problems for America in the near future.

What do I do; nothing much different than I did the day before or the year before. I will continue to work each day to provide for the needs of my family; only now “I won’t have to worry about buying gasoline or paying the mortgage”; sorry, couldn’t resist highlighting one of the more ignorant voter responses when she was asked why she was voting for Obama.

I’m afraid the America I learned about, "who more than self their country loved", that country which I learned to love and respect may only be a memory as entitlements replace self sufficiency and my fellow Americans grow more comfortable accepting a mediocre existence rather than fighting for individual achievement.

The lazy and incompetent will find it easier to maintain the appearance of achievement, even though dependence on the government’s dipping into my wallet makes such a travesty possible. We will all become a little less hopeful about achieving personal financial security, something of a punch line to a bad joke since Obama’s campaign was all about hope as government intervention into almost every facet of our lives will pour cold water on most efforts; it will be ever so much easier to just go with the flow.

The Universal Environmental Church will become the State religion with forced contributions collected to cover such things as exhaled CO2, imposed user fees for anyone with an internal combustion engine with extra fees for trips lasting more than four miles, mandated thermostatic controls in the warmer months not to fall below 81 degrees with a similar mandate not to rise above 68 degrees in the colder months.

There is always the chance to stick it to the rich folks, determined by comparing the living space of a single family dwelling with the living space of a standard government subsidized housing project unit; those with excessive waste will be penalized so as to bring about a more fair and equitable community. One way or the other, parity will prevail; I could be wrong but the machinery is already in place and those leading our nation head long into the chasm are more than willing participants.

So, it was the bottom of the 9th, the score was tied and the bases were loaded; all the conductor could do was keep playing and hope for the best. This tune popped into my head and a tear fell down my cheek…

Oh, beautiful for spacious skies,
For amber waves of grain,
For purple mountain majesties
Above the fruited plain!
America! America!
God shed his grace on thee,
And crown thy good with brotherhood
From sea to shining sea.

Oh, beautiful for pilgrim feet,
Whose stern, impassioned stress
A thoroughfare of freedom beat
Across the wilderness!
America! America!
God mend thine ev’ry flaw,
Confirm thy soul in self-control,
Thy liberty in law.

Oh, beautiful for heroes proved
In liberating strife,
Who more than self their country loved,
And mercy more than life!
America! America!
May God thy gold refine,
Till all success be nobleness,
And ev’ry gain divine.

Oh, beautiful for patriot dream
That sees beyond the years
Thine alabaster cities gleam,
Undimmed by human tears!
America! America!
God shed his grace on thee,
And crown thy good with brotherhood
From sea to shining sea.