Who wrote this drivel? It reads like some dingbat high school writer trying to raise her grade from a D-plus to a B-minus!
Her initial statement of the obvious is a crudely executed technique to lull the reader into some sort of sympathy for the greasy pablum that is surely to follow.
And this little snippet of stupidity really caught my eye:
"I've no idea why, six thousand years into civilization, the biological urge to band together under a common flag is still so strong..."
To me, this means, "Put on your hip-waders, because there's a tidal wave of BS roaring down the pike!" Well, if she spent less time reading bad Goth poetry and more time reading history, she might know the answer to her own question.
And then, the title itself was a dead giveaway to the pathetic whining within: 'I wish somebody else could be boss of the people'.
Umm, the last time I checked, We The People are the boss of the President, NOT the other way around. Dear God in His Heaven, this civically ignorant wad of crocodile tears and Kleenex is allowed not only to breed, but to cast a ballot as well?
"About Kerry we could be open and honest; here was a smart man who wanted to help the poor, revive the economy, end the war and pull our country out of its tight dark hole of fear."
Yes, Virginia, and come Ramadan-Kwanzaa, if you're a good little Progressive, and take your government-mandated Ritalin, Saint Kerry will break into our house without fear, for we are unarmed, and poop-out lots of presents that he bought for you with the money he took from the Big Bad Exploiters of the People, and place them under our artificial, non-denominational Gaia tree!
That first winter of war, with U.S. troops scouring the Afghan countryside, there was in our morning paper a front-page photograph of refugee children shivering in a makeshift tent.
Cry me a river, missy. At least now, those poor, refugee children no longer live in fear of public dismemberment and execution at the hands of the terrorist government of "pure Islam".
That if so many of us are going to be intentionally stupid, well then, we get what we deserve.
And of course, the truth comes out. Through the whole piece, she portrayed herself as the ultimate in compassionate humanitarianism, bawling in sorrow over the sad folly of our wicked ways. Until THAT sentence. With those words, she let her true, anti-American, vicious, and hatefully Leftist self show.
And finally, the icing on the cake, making sure the Chilllldrennn have the last word:
"I guess," Henry said, breaking the silence, "I guess we just keep trying."
To that, I say, that's right, Little Man, you keep trying. And when you're old enough, We The People will be here, waiting, and we will stop you. Not only will we stop you, we will discredit you, ridicule you, ruin your career of spreading lies, and do whatever it takes to drive your failed ideology back into the fringes where it belongs, so that we can be free to live as we see fit.
But honestly, I seriously doubt that she actually has children, a husband, or even a boyfriend or a steady job. It's a work of fiction my a bad writer who is trying to pull the old heart-strings and shame us into agreement through pity.
Damn, that felt good! I haven't savaged anyone's work like that in a while! LOL