I Wish I Had Better News

Sorry guys, I wish I had better news. The tools won out - and ‘tools’, by definition, can never exceed their function.

Nothing happened yesterday. And yet we expected so much - as we did earlier, taking a couple of days off to march on Washington. The Left is too entrenched. It controls everything: the schools; the media; the courts, and even our electoral process. I never realized we were this far gone.

To be sure, each side was thrown a few scraps to chew on. But the overall direction remains the same. Nothing can stop us now from getting there. And we all know where ‘there’ is. Obama has nothing to worry about. He will preside - and probably be seen as historic, transformative. We may even begin to name streets, buildings and airports after him - all now slated to be reduced to ‘shovel-ready’ rubble. From now on, all his ‘mistakes’ will be ours.

The illusion will last till the crash that sends everything flying apart. The only thing certain now is the crash.

They say that hope springs eternal. After yesterday, hope has been reduced to time - additional time in which to contemplate (our apparently destined) demise, over and over again; that severely flawed painting, prominently displayed on the museum wall. We all know what’s wrong with it, but the paint has dried and the brushes are broken. At the entrance, they’ll now be checking not only for bombs, but for razor blades as well.

I had been hoping against hope that someone of sufficient stature would step up to the plate from our side. After yesterday’s results, I would guess that he - even if he exists - is now reconsidering; that he too has come to the conclusion that we’ve long ago stepped over the line; that there’s no turning back.

I too feel a genuine affection for the bloggers on this site. I wish JB would consider inviting us to one last supper while there’s still time - at Peter Luger’s perhaps - to give us all a chance to commiserate over some excellent steaks.

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We All Live In a Yellow Submarine

The spin machines are working tirelessly, producing a whole host of villains – no heroes yet. Blame-shifting proceeds unabated but has not yet produced the expected result – or has it? “Drill baby, drill!” is dead in the water. Gas prices are certain to rise, hammering yet another nail into the coffin of an economy already on life support. America will become more – not less - depended on imported oil. Thousands of American jobs lost - in energy, fishing and tourism. Billions lost to municipal tax collectors; unemployment benefits extended to last for the duration of the average human lifespan.

In our upside-down Obama world, all this could indeed amount to a positive sign from heavens: a reason to impose more crippling legislation; the rationale for choking off the life blood of our economy; a way to create more beggary, discord and chaos; a reason to clamp down hard on a populous that has been left dazed and confused with nowhere to turn.

Should five or ten years from now the magic bullet be found – the one that finally turns off the spigot - we will wonder why it hadn’t been thought of sooner. It is possible that we will see Barack Hussein Obama still hosting lavish parties at the White House with such luminaries as Paul McCarthy and Jay-Z in rapt attendance …and it will suddenly dawn on us(,) why.