O&CO are hard at work running their company into the ground, and the company is us. Rather than manage it productively and well, like Fred Smith runs FEDEx, O&CO do all they can to cut America off at the knees. 

It’s not unusual for community activists and politicians to know nothing about best business practices. But with or without a grin, anyone can read enough to learn how to bankrupt America, systematically, deceitfully, and in record time. 

Put another way, if our country were a side of beef, and Obama the chef, he’s marinating America for the roasting.  Day by day, O&Co break down our nation, domestically and abroad.

Far exceeding standard Liberal myopia, O&CO’s relentless methods seem increasingly mad to many Americans. Apparently, the rest are ignorant, somnolent, drugged up, on the take, or slobbering to be seen with this weak, dangerous president.

Only a few Americans seem to know what O&CO are actually up to. One brave civilian recently called Obama’s systematic bankrupting of our nation, treason.

If words like preserve, protect, defend  have any meaning at all, he has to be right.

Long live Michael Kelly and may he rest in peace. 6 years ago, while covering the war in Iraq, another brave American with the rare capacity to know that apples are apples, died.

Today’s Liberals have become infamous for insisting that apples are figs. As if allergic to the cruelty of real life, they transform its “unpleasantness” into  quick shots of protective falsehoods. To ease their pain, many thrive on various truth-changing antidotes, often without knowing or caring that they’ve altered what’s real.

It’s why Liberals think Eric Holder’s recent KSM horror is “spot on,” to use one of their fave new expressions. And why Conservatives think Obama’s AG has lost his mind. Our brains are wired differently, and we often perceive reality in opposite ways.

Trouble is, Obama and today’s Liberals don’t just “swallow fictions” to ease their pain. Like Jim Jones, they’re forcing the rest of us to swallow them also, in a nation where most still want to live free and not die.

Fooling around with real life is a glorious approach in the creative process. But when applied to governance, falsifying reality gets the rest of us killed, after having triggered the worldwide financial meltdown and doing everything to bankrupt America.

When Michael Kelly was alive, he was insightful enough to know and reveal that President Clinton was incapable of telling ”hard truths.” Obama’s also plagued with Clinton’s bum-father-issues, and lies because he too was never equipped to be brave. Lying comes with the dark territory of fear and shame, where both Presidents try to live in peace.

Of course, on the other side, masses of Libs insist that Sarah Palin lies even without father-issues. Like Obama in reverse, where Palin sees apples, Liberals see those pesky little figs again.  Yet, despite excruciating Liberal pain, nothing besides drugs or dementia changes the reality that apples are apples, figs are figs, and blue dresses are blue dresses.

They’re not like you and me

They brush their teeth with vinegar

And rinse them with green tea.

They see a glass that’s brimming

In haste declare it dry

Insisting us conservatives

Find more that meets the eye.

Their middle name is Criticize

They parse and grouse and yet

They speak a special language

That only Liberals get.

They thrive on metaphorical

And worship high IQ’s

The Libs could not be farther from

The world of me’s and you’s.

God, Liberals are odd

Pray tell what makes them tick

They think of us as liars

Past puddings prove they’re sick.

Quite like the odd professors

Aloft in towering zeal

Resembling hurts in Hollywood

Who’ve lost all sense of real.

And now there’s Sarah Palin

That right rambunctious Red

Most Liberals and their Media

How scornfully they shred.

You’d think they’d never been to church

Or hardly ever pray

For if they do, please tell us true

What do the snipers say?

She has no real experience

No organizer she

She never went to Harvard

Oh woe to you and me.

Most surely she’s imperfect

So TR in a dress

God, help the Libs find common ground

As they distend the mess. 

God, Liberals are odd

They make your country sick

They speak your truth in different tongues

And work to make it stick.

They thrive on

We walked together to Freedom Plaza and a friendship began. After the fiscal conservative rally ended, she went back to her city, and I to mine. Like drug addicts, we’d been on a brief, resounding high before returning to our respective Blue states.

Separated by our country, we stay united in the cause to save it. We call our CongressPeople, fax them, and visit their offices. We bring banners to rallies begging our elected representatives to listen to the will of the People. We attend seminars with like-minded people also refusing to serve as Liberals’ American Depress Cards. We talk passionately to friends, families, even strangers, in futile efforts to communicate that America is steeped in corruption and led by tyrants.

Some of them, including family members, think we’re the ones who are losing it. If an intelligent journalist like Evan Thomas has no idea how ordinary Americans think, perceive, and analyze….what could 2 mothers know?

Like millions of other real and regular common sense Americans, my friend and I keep fighting because we’re scared, outraged, impotent patriots. We don’t know what else to do. We’re not famous, murderous, rich, naked, or powerful.  And of course, no one is listening.

Every day, we’re horrified by what this president and his band of small, ignorant minds are doing to weaken our country. Like many of us, we think the efforts are deliberate and systematic.  Incapable of serious commanding, Obama rules like a Chef-in-Chief marinating America for the roasting. 

Most of us are afraid to speak out about the horrors in his Leftist recipes. Even RedState. com “dumps you” if you write anything ”they” don’t like.

If we lived in pre-1970 France, Nancy Pelosi and Harry Reid would be slated for the guillotine. If they were black in 1940’s America, they’d be lynched. If we lived in China today, they, and people like Barney Frank and Chris Dodd, would be executed for contaminating our financial supply.

I’m certainly not advocating any of these things. But I’m all for tarring and feathering the scoundrels, or as my mother-in-law said: “Bopping them.” 

Yet, as America stands today, no one can get close to Empress Pelosi. Even if you can find her on the House Floor, you can’t say a word without being escorted out of the Gallery. And she won’t grant you an audience unless you worship her properly. No wonder all rebels take to the street. No wonder our Founding Fathers knew the value of the Second Amendment.

I also know the majority in Pelosi’s San Francisco think fiscal conservatives are the Americans in need of medication. They live in another world and will never be persuaded to vote her out.

My new California friend and I try not to despair. I share with her what someone once told me, “despair is the devil chatting you up,” and easily disengage from the conversation.

Next I think about Frederick Douglass, Abe Lincoln, Harriet Tubman, Martin Luther King, Jr., and the centuries-old battles for black American civil rights. 

The thought of what generations of various brave soldiers endured, helps put America’s recent ravagings in perspective.

Surely this is just another war for national survival, and America will triumph in a world not quite awash in WMD’s.

But my friend and I have lost track of the “shockers,” her name for the daily horrors perpetrated by this president. It’s all part of Obama’s Excellent Adventure, one giant rush to glue America to the place of Liberal Dreams and Conservative Nightmares.

His home is white as softer snow

He will not watch us as we go

To protest lies that brought him low.

He gives each spoken word a shake

And never ponders one mistake

The only sound the wind can make

To bend them low and nation break.

My fellow Libs must think it odd

To fret about such things as fraud

Between defense and spending spree

The darkest days are yet to be.

Our country’s blighted, debt is steep

Corruption rampant, roiling, deep

But we have promises to keep

And miles to go before we weep

And miles to go before we sleep.

Among Memorials fair,

Not far from Lee and Douglass,

Where Lincoln’s in the air…

What red red rose could honor those

Supremely soldiers strife?

Declaring love, restoring love,

The rose they gave is life.

Rose, everafter redder rose,

Steadfastly soldiers will,

Restoring love, declaring love

Grants gifts of roses still.

It seemed like a normal day until I saw the man who looked like Santa Claus.

For the first time, he wasn’t round or dressed in red. But for the gray streaks, his long beard and white hair were the same as they are in December. Instead of a bulging sack, he carried a deflated backpack. He wore a blue flannel shirt, suspenders, baggy gray pants, and brown boots. He carried his cane like a shepherd’s staff.

As we shuffled with the Metro crowd, I asked him where he was from. He pulled out a card which read “6 miles east/ right on Bluecreek Road/ 1/4 mile to Blue Creek Road/ 56 miles to Athens.”

The card’s other side pictured a horse and a mule with red words written above: Mountain Mule Expeditions.

The man invited me to come ride sometime. I told him I’d never been on a donkey, but looked forward to the experience. I went out on a limb and made a comment about the Democrat Party mascot. He laughed.

What a relief. He might not have been Santa, but I didn’t want to be crossed off his list. I hoped we could have a friendly conversation until parted by the throngs. I was happy to discover this man was on our side in what I knew was war.

I inquired what had brought him to town. He replied that he’d come all the way from Big Pine Road to ask his Congressman to vote no on Government Takeover of American Health Care.

The unsmiling man next to us said he was here for the same reason. His hair was pulled in a straggly pony-tail, and he appeared at the end of his rope, sick of being bled by the Capitol Let-Them-Eat-Cake Crowd. He walked forward with the rest of us, forging ahead anyway.

Next I asked a quiet long-haired woman where she was from. She said Texas, and with just as much pride, that she’d parked her truck at Metro’s Shady Grove stop.

She wore an olive-green sweater that belonged to her son, a Marine serving in an undisclosed location. She too had come to Washington in answer to Congresswoman Bachmann’s call to say no to Pelosi’s bankrupting ”Stealth” Care Bill.

Suddenly it seemed as if everyone had taken a sick-day to come to Washington. Apparently, at least 30, 000 Americans were heeding Bachmann’s call to converge on the US Capitol steps. Busloads appeared on a dime, full of ordinary people demanding that our pleas about reckless spending and Big Bad Government be heard.  

The previous Friday, Bachmann had relayed her call on Fox’s Sean Hannity Show. 6 days later, people arrived in Washington from Hawaii, California, Texas, Florida, Ohio, Iowa, Florida, Georgia, North Carolina, South Carolina, Maryland, Virginia, Pennsylvania, New York, seriously New Jersey and more.

I remember when Republicans stood out in a crowd unless they were at a club. But last week’s protestors were polite fiscal conservatives of all colors and classes. Some wore pearls or ties, but many looked like they danced at Woodstock. I’d bet anything the majority were self-described Independents, the ideal tag for mortified Liberals and Republicans who are disgusted with the GOP.

I saw several old people but not one in the crowd could be called grand. All of have things in common besides good sense: we say YES to fiscal conservatism; Constitutionally limited, smaller government; lower taxes and deficits; bold, strong military and national defense; clear, pragmatic analysis; individual responsibility, and term limits.

Knowing that Pelosi’s House version of Health Care Reform violates several of these principles and bankrupts our nation, all of us were chanting KILL THE BILL.

Two days later, I learned that the woman in the Marine green sweater became the little lady responsible for a very important national order. After the Ft. Hood murders by an American jihadist, which also occurred on 5 November, she noticed that American flags were flying full-mast. Good protestor that she was, the Marine mother telephoned a US Army office and gave them hell for failing to honor our slaughtered soldiers. 

Miraculously, someone called her back soon, apologized, and told her to look out her window. The American flag was flying half-staff.

I’ll never see these good American people again, but unlike most elected to Congress, I’m far better for having known and learned from them.

As we dance around the horror of what this Poor-Performance-Major did, how many of us are quietly focusing on who he was, afraid to speak what they suspect is true? Does it matter?  

First, should we agree that Nidal could have been a Baptist but was not? Can we recall how many murderous thugs have been Christians, Jews, Atheists, but not so much lately? 

Was Nidal Hasan ”always a Muslim,” as his loyal, knee-jerk cousin insists? If so, where did his parents come from? After the commission of this clear and despicable crime, we’ll be able to see actual birth certificates….if for no other reason than many Americans still know that how people grow up, where they come from, and faith, or lack of it, matter.

Does anyone have a right to know what this crazed man said to our fine PTSS soldiers? How he counseled all his unsuspecting patients, American men and women who sacrifice everything to protect us? Truly courageous soldiers who die laying foundations for more free and honorable civilizations, so that horrors like Hasan are free to shoot confined, unarmed American soldiers point-blank?

If Hasan feared war, why did he enlist? How long after 911 did he think he could avoid transfer to a dangerous theater? Long enough to blend with the enemy and appear to be their counselor and friend? Long enough to comprehend his marching orders?

Did he take orders from inner demons? Did he answer the call of Jihad? Or most lethal, both?

It is time to remember that a world of ”losers” have always needed power-groups, and sworn allegiance to their evil ways? Should we recall how run-of-the-town gangs operate and how they express loyalty? Would you believe reminiscing about Jim Jones again?

Can we at least agree that licensing psychiatrists with serious ”issues” is dangerous, unprofessional and wrong? Why do clueless psychiatrists who speak in mentally unhealthy ways get to retain their licenses? Who puts them on the couch? Is anyone qualified? 

How many of us non-MD’s know which soldier needed a well-adjusted psychiatrist and why?

What do we make of fellow soldiers and superiors who knew of Hasan’s rants and left them unchecked?

Was Nidal Hasan “just” an old version of teen-rage mass murderers; sorry to say, another known loser who was tired of being bullied and not going to take it anymore…especially after the United Sates Army had officially declared him a “poor performer” ?

The joy de jour for such scum is going out like a winner, killing sworn enemies in the process. No matter what kind of faith you wear on your sleeve; but today, especially if you’re any kind of Jihadist at heart.

Steals our funds & makes us cry

Watch the voters wiser get

Nancy’s worse than Antoinette.

Scary Harry sat on a wall

Spun some tales & dissed us all

When the birds came out to sing

Harry lost his power thing.

A party true, sublime our way,

The GOP has had its day,

Lincoln’s Liberty for all.

Happy Day is here again,

For all day long it’s clear again,

Let’s hear the sound of cheer again,

The conservatives are dear….

Again!