A Christmas Carol

Barack and bankers are like oil and water. They are at odds; at cross purposes; they do not get along. The president does not understand bankers. Neither do bankers understand that he is out to punish them and worse; that in his biased mind, bankers are nothing but greedy money lenders with hook noses, counting their ill-gotten gains from morning till night. They are Scrooge; they are Madoff, sitting by the warm fire on Christmas day while honest folk are outside in the cold, hungry and shivering – a Christmas carol.

Obama does not understand the ‘value’ component of money. He does not understand ‘work’. Obama’s understanding of money goes no deeper than Bonnie’s or Clyde’s. You could say, Obama’s understanding of money is paper thin; a mere surface reflection of how he views himself: dependent; impoverished; inadequate. Now, suddenly thrust into a leadership position, this community rabble-rouser (with an inferiority streak as broad as his arm) is in a position to take his revenge; to strike a blow and actually make it hurt. By God, they will respect him now! He’ll see to it.

At one time, in America and elsewhere, church steeples were the tallest man-made structures in any given town. When we started building the towers of our financial institutions taller, the Islamists were not fooled. Only, Obama does not understand the connection. Having rejected both, religion and capitalism, it would seem Obama’s true aim – like Mao’s before him; like Pol Pot’s - is to level the city and drive the population out into the fields. In his dreams, he envisions only one city in America - his city - Obamaville, a collection of corrugated cardboard shacks. His house is the tallest structure in it. Only the statue of his own likeness is taller and broader, rising up through the haze of wood smoke – a veritable Mt. Rushmore Ravana - with only one face, endlessly repeated in every direction.

At our local shopping mall there’s a bright red Bentley convertible displayed on the ground floor with a price tag in excess of $200,000. It’s a beauty alright. I just ask myself why anyone would deliberately carry a flashy sign on their back, proclaiming to an impoverished world, “I am an a**hole!”