Erebus and Terror

At this point, what's in it for BP to fix this thing? Zip. What's in it for POTUS to fix it? Zip. They’re both on the same page (but for different reasons). Obama can now comfortably proceed with his no-growth agenda while Heyward is hung out to dry. The Gulf will recover. BP will not.

I read somewhere that Heyward could exit with a substantial golden parachute. He could go to New Zealand and have his life back. Unless, of course, Holder has him extradited to The Hague and tried as a world-class criminal. Anything is possible these days. Before the East Anglia e-mail scandal broke there was talk about treating ‘global warming’ skeptics on par with Holocaust deniers. After it all fell apart, what was left for these folks to do? Answer: GIGANTIC OIL SPILL.

What we have yet to broach is (and this is critical) How did it happen? ‘Why’ seems another word struck from our pc no-fault lexicon – replaced by ‘accident’ or ‘Act of God’, presumably the same God who kept Obama from saying things he doesn’t believe in at Memorial Day services in Chicago. I hear the weather at Arlington was just fine.

Clearly, our country is suffering through an accelerating litany of disasters, each benefiting only one man; only one cause. It makes me suspicious. Heyward’s best bet is to just sit back and let the Obama administration destroy itself. Obama’s best bet is to keep grabbing power. What Heyward and the rest of the country don’t yet seem to realize is that, far from weakening our current president, disasters (foreign or domestic) only tighten the noose that’s already around our collective necks.

Erebus (the darkness) was born of Chaos. Erebus went on to sire Hemera (goddess of day) and Aether (god of sky). So far so good. But he wasn’t finished. Cer (goddess of death) was next, followed by Oneiroi (god of dreams), Hypnos (god of sleep), his twin brother Thanatos (god of hell), Momus (god of satire), Nemesis ( goddess of revenge), and Charon, the ferryman who ferried the souls of the dead across the river Styx, to the land of the dead.

…and there’s our future all laid out for us to see,
as foretold in ancient Greek mythology.

The New World Order

If you believe that in the 'new world order' economic recoveries can proceed without jobs; that immortality can be guaranteed by just agreeing to pay an additional tax; that wars can be fought without weapons; that peace can be bought and sold for forty pieces of silver; that competent leadership can be arranged for via Madison Avenue, then I have a bridge I'd like to sell you cheap.

If we on this blog - and anyone else having given these matters an iota of thought - can agree on the folly of what appears to be our president's vision for the future, how long would you think it will take for the Saudis, the Pakistanis, the Taliban, the Pashtuns, the Palestinians (and everyone else with their hands out) to figure out that the dollars we we throw around like confetti aren't worth a plug nickel.

The work that the citizens of a nation do is what gives value to the currency it prints. Devalue work; marginalize achievement; disparage the engine that provides the opportunity for people to reach their full potential, and you're left with nothing of value to trade.

So far, American style capitalism has been able to create enough excess value (but 'value' nonetheless) for us to jump in and contain some of the the wrongs contrived by lazy and ruthless tyrants who want nothing more than to spill their putrid poisons across international borders. We've been able to give a boost to the hapless who by accident of birth have found themselves stranded on barren lands, surrounded by hostile tribes. Often times we've been condemned for doing what we felt was right. Even so, we've jumped in without hesitation in the aftermath of natural disasters, trying to save lives (friend or foe, it never mattered) - not with talk, but with the sweat of our hard-earned dollars.

But none of this was good enough. Now - when it rains too much; when it gets too cold; too warm; when the ground shakes - we have everybody pointing their fingers at us. The demand is that we set ourselves on fire for them; to give up everything we've built and hold dear in the name of ‘Social Justice’. ...and it's come to the point where we feel compelled to oblige.

How long before there's another devastating earthquake in Indonesia; a flood in Bangladesh; a tsunami in Thailand; a wildfire in Greece; a genocide in Uganda - and nobody shows up to help?