I was nervous about the towering height to which Barack Obama has been raised by his followers.

I had this awful feeling that Something Bad was going to happen. It’s the way myths go.  I thought Mr. Obama’s followers were going to crash from their messianic high, and when they did, they would crash hard.

I still think that.  But I don’t care.

What I care about now is positioning ourselves to clean up after the carnage.

Let’s review, shall we?

They’ve been at it for a while, fainting from his teleprompter’s oration, swooning over his chiseled pecs.  But it seems to be getting worse, reaching past absurdity into a new mythology.

In Burlington, New Jersey, they teach the children to sing his praises in a sickening paean to leftist social justice causes.

“Mmm, Mmm, Mmm. Barack Hussein Obama.”  To the tune of Battle Hymn of the Republic.

You can buy an Obama flag on eBay.

In Detroit, he gives them money, though they’re unsure how it came to be his.

His meteoric rise from ACORN lawyer to President is a kind of political American rags-to-riches modern myth, Forrest Gump with better creases.

Mr. Obama has even won the Nobel Peace Prize, something usually reserved for people at the end of accomplished careers, not at the beginning of a one term Presidency. Perhaps from legal necessity, though never been a big giver he will donate the money to charity.

Mr. Obama is pushing all kinds of radical change, but it isn’t enough for his followers.  He has spent more money than any person in history, bought two car companies, controls the financial industry, and is pushing to take corner the market for health insurance, but to his left flank that is too slow.  They’re being told to be patient, that governing and all of that change stuff are sort of, well, incompatible.

Conservatives know the wisdom in changing things little by little.  Mr. Obama has opened Pandora’s box, and is about to find out what happens when you play with things you know nothing about.

Ever hear the story of Pandora?

When Prometheus stole fire from heaven, Zeus took vengeance by presenting Pandora to Epimetheus, Prometheus’ brother. With her, Pandora had a jar which she was not to open under any circumstance. Impelled by her natural curiosity, Pandora opened the jar, and all evil contained escaped and spread over the earth. She hastened to close the lid, but the whole contents of the jar had escaped, except for one thing which lay at the bottom, and that was Hope.

Mr. Obama came into office promising Hope and Change.  The type of change was unspecified, but as many have noted that meant it was interpreted by each of us differently.  To many moderates, it meant the kind of gradual change we expect.  To everyday liberals, it meant an end to war and free Skittles and health insurance for everyone.  And some Obama money.  But to me, and also for the hard core leftist radicals, it meant the Revolution was coming.

And having offered himself up as the final Hope for the marxist community of which he was such a vital part, Mr. Obama now has to deliver.  But he can’t deliver, because what he’s promising to do cannot be done. Government cannot directly create economic growth, and the more it tries, the worse things will get.  All of which will be to the greater disappointment of his hard core leftist radical base.  Their great Hope will be revealed as nothing more than a Skittles commercial.

So when President Obama and his fellow marxists in Washington upend the American economy and the society in which it operates, who knows what kind of chaos will result? They would have the public at large believe that these massive changes will take place and then life will go on as before.

The White House may or may not understand all of this. I don’t know which should concern us more.

But I do know that, as always, conservatives will be there to wipe up the mess.  Let’s now watch, while we’re fighting tooth and nail for the survival of our way of life, so we know whom not to ask to help us straighten things up later.