Dinner with Obama, a parable ...

Once upon a time, I was invited to the White House for a private dinner with the President. I am a respected businessman, with a factory that produces memory chips for computers and portable electronics. There was some talk that my industry was being scrutinized by the administration, but I paid it no mind. I live in a free country. There's nothing that the government can do to me if I've broken no laws. My wealth was earned honestly, and an invitation to dinner with an American President is an honor.

I checked my coat, was greeted by the Chief of Staff, and joined the President in a yellow dining room. We sat across from each other at a table draped in white linen. The Great Seal was embossed on the china. Uniformed staff served our dinner.

The meal was served, and I was startled when my waiter suddenly reached out, plucked a dinner roll off my plate, and began nibbling it as he walked back to the kitchen.

"I don't appreciate..." I began, but as I looked into the calm brown eyes across from me, I felt immediately guilty and petty. It was just a dinner roll. "Of course," I concluded, and reached for my glass. Before I could, however, another waiter reached forward, took the glass away and swallowed the wine in a single gulp.

I didn't say anything. The President is testing my compassion, I thought. I will play along. I don't want to seem unkind.

With a lurch, I crashed to the floor. My chair had been pulled out from under me. I stood, brushing myself off angrily, and watched as it was carried from the room.

I excused myself, smiling outwardly, but inside feeling like a fool. Obviously I had been invited to the White House to be sport for some game. I reached for my coat, to find that it had been taken. I turned back to the President.

I wanted to shout- that was my coat! But again, I looked at the placid smiling face of my host and decided I was being a poor sport. I spread my hands helplessly and chuckled. Then I felt my hip pocket and realized my wallet was gone. I excused myself and walked to a phone on an elegant side table. I learned shortly that my credit cards had been maxed out, my bank accounts emptied, my retirement and equity portfolios had vanished, and my wife had been thrown out of our home. Apparently, the waiters and their families were moving in. The President hadn't moved or spoken as I learned all this, but finally I lowered the phone into its cradle and turned to face him.

"Andrew's whole family has made bad financial decisions. They haven't planned for retirement, and they need a house. They recently defaulted on a sub-prime mortgage. I told them they could have your home. They need it more than you do."

My hands were shaking. I felt faint. I stumbled back to the table and knelt on the floor. The President cheerfully cut his meat, ate his steak and drank his wine.

"By the way," He added, "I have just signed an Executive Order nationalizing your factories. I'm firing you as head of your business. I'll be operating the firm now for the benefit of all mankind. There's a whole bunch of Erics and Andrews out there and they can't come to you for jobs groveling like beggars."

I looked up. The President dropped his spoon into the empty dish which had been his Creme Brulee. He drained the last drops of his wine. As the table was cleared, he lit a cigarette and leaned back in his chair. He stared at me. I clung to the edge of the table as if were a ledge and I were a man hanging over an abyss. I thought of the years behind me, of the life I had lived. The life I had earned with a lifetime of work, risk and struggle. Why was I punished? How had I allowed it to be taken? What game had I just played ... and lost?

As if answering the unspoken thought, the President suddenly cocked his head, locked his empty eyes to mine, and bared a million beautiful white teeth, chuckling wryly as he folded his hands.

"You are a total idiot," he said. "You should have stopped me at the dinner roll..."

Thank you, for the article.

I have realized that America is comatose.

Welfare rolls, the government employees, federal and state, the grant recipients, the boondoggler contractors and their employees, the global warming, the EPA'S,illegals, ... etc.,

Do not dare rock the boat, the tentacles are long, brainwashing in civil rights, political correctness has been going and growing for so long ... the white male is discriminated against at most every level.

Corruption in government and those that benefit from it ... are happy. We do not vote them out of office. They survive the scandals, unless they are Republican (we eat our own). Our Judicial system is out of control. Our criminal correction systems are broken, our education systems are aberrant: teaching revisionist history, if teaching history at all. Our forefathers foundational belief systems are not taught. Christianity is persecuted in ever increasing ways. Our money is stolen. Our governmentleaders spare no expense to feather their nests now ... to live like kings and to ensure they will do so for life.

Our military is strong but few.

We are Sodom and Gomorrah; and alas our end will be the same.

America is too busy texting, twittering, talking endlessly on the cells, gaming, sexing, blogging, and otherwise indulging in entertainment,and playing .... to care or notice the disintegration of America. Who Cares?

A few clear sighted men and women. What can they do? Very little it seems.

Why aren't the lines into Washington clogged with protests, emails to Senators and Representatives, protests to the White House, simply inundating the government? Why are there not millions in protest there in person? The unemployed alone are millions.

We do nothing ... but listen to Rush, Sean. Michael, etc. and a few others grouse. NO Action is happening..

We are indeed, acting like sheep. Me too. I'm angry about it.

How sad for America to go down with a whimper.

Prayer and God's help is our answer. What else will work? Nothing. <>

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