Driven Out

The past couple of nights I’ve been awakened by the scream of some kind of animal. Somebody said it’s a meerkat. (What a meerkat would be doing in NJ, I’ll never know.) It reminded me of Alan Grayson whom I’ve seen spewing his liberal garbage in the MSNBC echo chamber. Grayson is energetic, outspoken, vain and (I suspect) about to lose his privilege. This makes him (as you say) ‘act out’.

The meerkat’s call (if it’s that) signals stress, pressure, danger. It’s scary; insistent. I would not go outside to confront it. It is piercing as that of a stuck pig. Unsettling. Somebody is about to get hurt. Call it a response to “an uprising that has no name other than taxpayer, homeowner, worker, citizen"... Call it ‘tea party’; call it anything. - Or ignore it at your own risk. It’s a long way to November. But the Dems still keep digging.

Republicans are watching and licking their chops. They think they’re shoo-ins. Not so fast. We’re all watching now. ‘Not Bush’; ‘not Obama’ won’t work anymore. You’re all on your own now: arabesques of either, the cancer or the cure. No slick ads; no union endorsements and cash can save you. No riding coattails. No hiding behind empty platitudes.

The earthquake has occurred. It started somewhere over in Indonesia where they’re toppling statues of Obama and burning him in effigy. The tsunami is on its way. It should hit around November and take out everybody connected with this sinful betrayal – the betrayal of the people by their elected representatives. Start building the ramparts now. Pile up all your bags of Soros' money around your homes. Hide among the pseudo-civilian media whose faces we’ve now identified. Sink that bunker from which to proclaim your hollow victory - the cry of the meerkat, that no longer frightens. For now we know that meerkats don’t inhabit this continent. If they’re here, they’re interlopers; posers; they don’t belong here. They – and especially you, Grayson - will be driven out.