That Nose is a Growing!

That Nose is a Growing!

MBA 

 

I believe pretty much everything that comprises the heart, soul and consciousness of our president can be summed up using the three little words I placed in my post’s title, wouldn’t you good readers out there in Cyberland agree?

By the way; I’m getting a lot of mail from supporters of ObamaCare these days.  I wonder why, since I’ve striven to be nothing but completely impartial about the merits (or non-merits) of the plan.  Really, I’m feeling a bit wounded by the criticisms.  Just kidding.  Sometimes, I feel as if I’m witnessing one of those monkey poo fights that occasionally takes place between those primates on occasion.  Usually, I’m called a few choice names and then told to just go and read the bill, dammit.  Just read the bill.

Wow.  By now, those folks should have figured out that I kinda have, but there’s no accounting for lack of spatial or situational awareness, I guess.  Anyway…I’ve been doing a fair amount of thinking on the matter of essence, which in the case of our new president is easily adduced once you stop to actually look at what Mr. Obama has been doing to us instead of just listening to his flowery (some call it “soaring”…go figure) rhetoric.

I have to confess that I’ve been doing a bit of “I told you so” lately to a few of my friends who voted for Mr. Obama.  Especially as it concerns the no tax corner into which the president has painted himself.  He’s been knocked to a fare-thee-well on that one, though there are certainly plenty of other “taxes,” hidden and overt, that he’s been levying on “we the people.”  Though I’m not a smoker and never have been, I found the raise on cigarettes to be quite illustrative of just what the man has in store just down the road.

Nanner, Nanner, Foo-Foo: I Told You So!

Nanner, Nanner, Foo-Foo: I Told You So!

And that leads us nicely into the lying part.  I’m no naif, and if politicians aren’t busy lying to us that’s usually only because they’re too busy trying to find ways to steal the gold crowns from the molars in poor old granny’s teeth without seeming to do so.  But really…we’re witnessing lawyerly parsing of the President’s words and deeds that would cause Bill Clinton to commit hara kiri in shame at being shown up so thoroughly.

Leaving aside the whole issue of his campaign (”that’s over,” as Nancy Pelosi would say), one needs only to start with the “MY HAIR’S ON FIRE!” nature of his push for the economic stimulus package (of which only 81 billion of the 787 billion dollars appropriated are dedicated to actual infrastructure improvements, with the rest comprising a virtual “wish list” of liberal pet projects not seen since Franklin Roosevelt’s day), then move on to the carbon cap-and-TAX (not “trade“) hustle he promoted so smoothly, like that aluminum siding salesman portrayed by John Mahoney in the movie “Tin Men.”

After that, like a dish of revenge (on the middle class) that’s best served cold, we’re landed with H.R. 3200, the House bill on health care “reform” delivered by Henry Waxman and which is now popularly known as “ObamaCare.”  The common thread running through all three of these pieces of legislation was that a looming catastrophe was about to loom over us even further and that we’d all be for the cookpot if something wasn’t done RIGHT NOW.  How odd that only about 17% of the total 787 billion dollars appropriated for the stimulus has been spent.

Yet, we hear Mr. Obama proclaim from the highest mountaintops that it’s worked, and that “good times, noodle salad” days are here again.  Well, if that’s the case then let’s take the rest of that money back and use it to pay down the debt, which is something I’d think most reasonable people could agree would be a good action to take. 

But none of this is about Barack Obama actually speaking the truth.  Because if he were to actually speak the truth to us, most of us would find ourselves making a run for safety much as those people in War of the Worlds did.  Before they all got fried by those alien heat/death rays, sad to say.  Seeing as how all of that hooey was just nothing more than movie magic, I guess an icy cold stare from Ms. Pelosi — which could drop a charging rhinoceros in its tracks — will have to stand in for that awesome space monster technology.  She does, after all, seem to be one of the president’s prime button men in the brave new government we all voted for ourselves last November, doesn’t she?  So who should be surprised when the long knives come out in an attempt to hack us all down?

Really, all of this is validated most clearly by the President’s almost addict-like attachment to the teleprompter, though I haven’t seen it in use these last couple days.  I have to admit to some jealously of that damn machine.  It gets far more visits per day than we here at Entitlement Syndrome are lucky to see in a month.  Maybe I can hire Pelosi out to do what our CIA types call “wet work,” what do you think?  That ‘prompter would never know what hit it, and it’d be a quick and painless death.

Who's Really in Charge, Do You Think?

Who's Really in Charge, Do You Think?

 Too bad Mr. Obama would let that thing out of his sight only if he were really being chased by one of those heat rays.  In fact, I’m not all that sure he’d do so even then, confident as he is in his ability to talk his way into the hearts and minds of anybody who’s ever harbored ill will towards us.  But only if he can read the words off of TOTUS, as the ‘prompter is now so affectionately known, until it hires on Paris Hilton’s agent.  Then, it’ll be MISTER TOTUS and it’ll have forgotten all us little people who sweated so hard to get it there in the first place.  Oh, well…

But let me be serious for a moment, if I actually can:  Has there ever been anybody in the White House in the last 60 years (okay, forget about Dick Nixon if you can) who’s been so sleekly skilled at mastering the art of taxing without seeming to tax, with lying without seeming to lie and with using the teleprompter without seeming to use it at all? 

 Well… maybe he’s really not so hot at the ‘prompter, after all, but that’s most likely because the thing got a little too big for its britches and staged what labor unions euphemistically call a “job action” and accidentally “fell” down on the job right when it shouldn’t have.  Anyway, I hear it’s now got a dressing room and a Secret Service detail and things are A-OK.

 Too bad the country isn’t quite so A-OK as the President trumpets.  But that’s the price to be paid when we get caught up in a hopey-changey moment and then wake up to find our wallet’s disappeared from the nightstand and the keys to our car are long, long gone.