Ok . . . so Spring is here and you’re outside doing the first few items on your honey-do list – the very first of which is clearing the brush and briarpatches out of the wooded area in front of your home. This was the project that your brother-in-law – yes, the same brother-in-law – suggested to your wife last Fall at your birthday party, while you feigned that you were busy watching college football. Your wife thought it was a great idea and, of course, now, you do, too.
Enchanted, you’re working your way through the thicket of prickly, wiry branches, wearing no gloves – you don’t feel a thing other than the simmering “appreciation” for your brother-in-law’s helpful advice. Before long, the project is over and, like it was your idea all along, you’re back inside gloating about the beautiful wooded area in front of your home, speaking of woodchips and a park bench for a midsummer’s night.
A couple days later, you’re carrying your golf clubs from the car to the pro shop, lamenting how sore you are from your “forestry” work. Walking at your side, your brother-in-law chuckles. You get to the first tee and you discover that can’t hold the club with any strength on the grip at all – the seventeen slivers slowly bursting to the surface in your hands are ushering in an acute pain.
Your brother-in-law looks at you, chuckling a little louder, callously grins and says, “yeah, well, slivers just do what slivers do.”
And, you know he’s right. Those dang slivers sneak under your skin, often while you’re unaware and usually while laboring when good senses are dulled in exhaustion – when you should have known better, when you should have elected to protect yourself. Surreptitiously buried, it may be days before you feel the sliver’s corrosive, painful effect in your hands.
But, then, slivers just do what slivers do . . .
Slowly . . . surely . . . the sliver appears. And, just as surely, when the time is right, your hands expel the sliver.
Barack Obama is America’s sliver. Slowly . . . surely . . . his true nature has appeared.
America is a country esteeped in its traditional values of individual freedom and liberty – values which are an anathema to President Obama.
President Obama’s vision for America seeks shared wealth, without shared contribution. His vision contemplates a growing dependence on government solutions, not individual responsibility. His vision foretells an America in decline, where America’s leadership is ensconced not in traditional notions of democracy, but in never-ending apology.
President Obama doesn’t view America as the historical liberator of millions from the shores of Normandy to the Middle East and protectorate of millions more from Tel Aviv to the shores of Taiwan. No . . . America is thought of as the transgressor – in part, responsible for terrorism threatening our homeland and our allies.
But, no measure of faux-necessity will permit President Obama to change America’s essential character as the greatest social, political and economic experiment in human history. No brand of secular progressivism will be permitted to change America’s essential quality as a nation founded under the protection of certain Divine Providence, where our unalienable rights are endowed, not by man, not by government, but by our Creator.
President Obama’s vision of America is foreign to hundreds of millions of Americans and friends, who inexorably view America as the beacon of liberty and freedom in an increasingly complex and challenging world – indeed, he maintains a vision as foreign to America’s core values, as those slivers were to my hand.
And, like what happens to slivers, Americans will soon expel President Obama from America’s political landscape. No later than November, 2010, we will neuter President Obama’s ability to further legislate his progressive agenda into America’s cultural fabric, by returning Congress to strong conservative control. And, not later than November, 2012, Americans will end our errant foray into Alinskyesque radicalism, by ushering President Obama back into private sector employment.
Difficult, yes – but, rest assured, this political and cultural expulsion will happen. As naturally as slivers left my hand, America’s hand will soon be sliver free, too. In the end, slivers just do what slivers do.