A Knife in the Dark, or, The Assault of the Nancgûl

grey_whiskers ^ | 3-19-2010 | grey_whiskers

[grey_whiskers]

The night deepened. There came the soft sound of Donkeys led with stealth along the lane. Outside the gate they stopped, and three black figures entered, like shades of night creeping across the ground. One went to the White House, two to the Capitol Building on either side; and there they stood, as still as the shadows of stones, while Amendments went slowly on. The House and the Senate seemed to be waiting breathlessly.

There was a faint stir in the leaves, and a RINO cried far away. The cold hour before Reconciliation was passing. The figure by the door moved. In the dark without moon or stars a drawn Slaughter-blade gleamed, as if a chill light had been unsheathed. There was a blow, soft but heavy, and the Bill of Rights shuddered.

'Open, in the name of Barack!' said a voice thin and menacing.

At a second blow the Congress yielded and fell back, with Amendments burst and Trust broken. The black figures passed swiftly in.

At that moment, among the homes nearby, a radio rang out. It rent the night like fire on a hill-top.

AWAKE! FEAR! FIRE! FOES! AWAKE!

Glenn Beck had not been idle. As soon as he saw the dark shapes creep from the garden, he knew that he must run for it, or perish. And run he did, out of the back door, through the garden, and over the fields. When he reached the nearest house, more than a mile away, he collapsed on the doorstep. 'No, no, no!' he was crying. 'No, not me! I haven't got it!' It was some time before anyone could make out what he was babbling about. At last they got the idea that enemies were in America, some strange invasion from the Old Soviet. And then they lost no more time.

FEAR! FIRE! FOES!

The Republicans were blowing the Horn-call of Washington, that had not been sounded for a hundred years, not since the White Robes came after the Long War, when the very President had been assassinated.

AWAKE! AWAKE!

Far-away answering television shows and websites were heard. The alarm was spreading. The black figures fled from the house. One of them let fall a Gadsen Flag on the step, as he ran. In the lane the noise of hoofs broke out, and gathering to a gallop, went hammering away into the darkness. All about D.C. there was the sound of horns blowing, and voices crying and feet running. But the Nancgûl rode like a gale to the Watergate. Let the "Tea-baggers" blow! Soros would deal with them later. Meanwhile they had another errand: they knew now that the Treasury was empty and the Money had gone. They rode down the guards at the Pentagon and vanished from the Capital.

[grey_whiskers]

Cheers!

[grey_whiskers]

*PING* for fresh birdcage liner.

Cheers!

[Danae]

BRILLIANT!!!!!
Absolutely brilliant!

[TheCause]

Let the lord of the black land come forth, let justice be done upon him!

[grey_whiskers]

At its head there rode a tall and evil shape, mounted upon a black donkey, if donkey it was; for it was huge and hideous, and its face was a frightful mask, more like a skull than a living head, and in the sockets of its eyes and in its nostrils there burned a flame...

The rider was robed all in black, and black was his lofty helm; yet this was no Nancgûl but a living man. The Lieutenant of the Tower of Barack-dûr he was, and his name is remembered in no tale; for he himself had forgotten it, and he said: 'I am the Mouth of Soros.'

... 'Is there any one in this rout with authority to treat with me?' he asked. 'Or indeed with wit to understand me? Not thou at least!' he mocked, turning to Palin with scorn. 'It needs more to make a queen than a pair of Alaskan boots, or a rabble such as this. Why, any Teabagger of the web can show as good a following!'

Palin said naught in answer, but she took the other's eye and held it, and for a moment they strove thus; but soon, though Sarah did not stir nor move hand to weapon, the other quailed and gave back as if menaced with a blow. 'I am a Hussein and President, and may not be assailed!' he cried.

'Where such laws hold,' said Limbaugh, 'it is also the custom for Presidents to use less insolence.'

Cheers!

[muleskinner]

Obama's voice still holds much power among other countrymen, we must be cautious -

"Suddenly another voice spoke, low and melodious, its very sound an enchantment. Those who listened unwarily to that voice could seldom report the words that they heard; and if they did, they wondered, for little power remained in them. Mostly they remembered only that it was a delight to hear the voice speaking, all that it said seemed wise and reasonable, and desire awoke in them by swift agreement to seem wise themselves. When others spoke they seemed harsh and uncouth by contrast; and if they gainsaid the voice, anger was kindled in the hearts of those under the spell."

The Two Towers, Chapter X (“The Voice of Saruman”)

[TheCause]

The Beacons are lit.....the Founders call for aid!

And Patriots will annswer!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g0nyfyifErg&feature=related

[Nepeta]

This is good. I just happen to be re-reading LOTR at the moment.

[altoinprogress]

Brilliant indeed!

[Wonder Warthog]

VERY good. Fits the situation like a glove.p

LOTR is my absolute favorite read.

[SunkenCiv]

Thanks gw!

[Jane Long]

BTTT.