“WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO, FUNNY MAN –
LAUGH THEM TO DEATH?”
(FROM: BOONDOCK SAINTS)
So now we have it: The completion of ten thousand years of man’s history wrapped into the lone personage of Mr. Barack Obama. It is here, in these times, that all human indignities will be presented for judgment and dispensation. Those deemed to be accessories to history’s evils will be sorely judged for their contribution.
Such is the folly of mortals. The constant exhumation of wrongs, fictional or fact, for no purpose other than to validate the moods of those upon whom the alleged wrongs were imputed. This is the legacy Obama extends to the world; a legacy of fouled yesterdays, the shadows of which are welcomed into the present to darken what little light yet shines on man’s ability to reason.
Obama does not intend to steal reason: He intends to smother it in a cornucopia of embellished lies. As always, the ‘oppressed masses’ demand that these things be done. They do not know, or have not once considered, that their enlightenment is the inverse of light, the converse of reason.
To them, we hand our fortunes and our fate with nary an objection being raised. Our contempt for ourselves has reached such a pitch we now define one another as ‘sheeple’ rather than admit we are cowards.
I, for one, am anything but a ‘sheeple’, and I dare any man to refer to me as such while standing in my presence and on the sanctuary of my property (The only place where the certainty of my freedom is guaranteed.). I am neither coward nor sheeple; I am, as many others are, a contemplative man who impatiently bides his time, waiting the arrival of the hapless creatures whose quaking against my nation, my culture and my race, affirms their intentions. When they assert their passions, when they finally quit their mentoring and take to action, I will meet them head-on, armed to the teeth, eager to send the lot of them to Hades where they rightfully belong.
Men such as Obama have fallen out of one time slot into another. They do not belong in this enlightened history - and they are not welcomed here. They complain of history’s errors while the lot pursues identical mischiefs.
They seek the impossible: Damage and reparation in the same action. Cowards, and many there are, cheerfully advance this madness in the hopes, I suppose, that doing so will insulate them from accusations rendered against men with whom they share a common history. These men are not ‘sheeple’, they are fools; their lack of good judgment betrays the likelihood of their own survival. These are the men who once invited a Trojan horse into their sanctuary – fools all!
Even more confounding are the hapless souls who argue against the principles of self-defense, particularly and especially the right to keep and bear arms. I may be the lone advocate for an amendment to this precious right, but I believe nature endowed men with the right to keep and bare arms AND the ability to use them as needed, when needed, against enemy and detractor alike!
Thus far, our suffering has largely flowed from Obama’s verbal articulation and manipulation of language; smooth talkers do not good leaders make. Obama’s message extends beyond the platitudes of well-constructed sentences and carefully articulated manipulations. Obama’s message is filled with the promise that one class of people will be elevated at the expense of another; he urges the very behavior he argues against. To Obama, and his followers, morality is subjective rather than universal, pragmatic rather than sacred: The end justifies the means.
His words, however, have found authority within the sanctuary of the oppressed masses. So they sit, patiently waiting as the Trojans did for the right moment to pillage their oppressors. Leave no doubt: Obama’s message of hope for the masses is a message of destruction for men like me.
All revolutions are founded upon concepts; until those concepts are tested, purified and sanctified, the revolution is but a fermenting brew not yet ready to be consumed. Obama is the brew master – His followers the imbibing imbeciles, intoxicated to madness, and soon ready to thrust their darkness upon the continents. “Reason be damned,” they howl!
We are charged with moving beyond Obama’s hypnosis. Since the Trojan horse already sits at the ready, it is our duty to open its hidden passageways that we might engage the enemy while he sleeps and dreams of his future conquest – over us. It is not wrong that we invited the enemy into our camp; it is foolish that we have failed to take full measure, or any measure, of his intentions.
Let us not be fooled as fools are fooled.
Obama and his ‘soldiers’ advocate a dismissal of history’s wrongs “By any means necessary”. This is the soul of their mantra and, as even fools must know, the soul is the man. We must not allow the fact that Obama’s soul lounges in history passed to become our curse: Our only duty is to keep Obama and his minions out of our present and away from our future.
Be warned: Obama is not just a collection of manipulative words. No, his realm will not expand, cannot consume, in the absence of deed. So it is that at some future date the horse’s hidden doors will open to release a flurry of enraged madmen who will exact their vengeance upon us. Make no mistake: That hour awaits us!
What plans are being laid by our enemies to advance their mad cause? The first, and most vital, is to use words to persuade us to relinquish our spears and our swords – our guns – with the promise of the illusion that only then will all men live in peace with one another. So valiant this cause, it has been joined by altruists from the United Nations whose urgings are effused with all manners of moral decency and manipulations - sufficient to lull fools into complacency and compliance. Obama advocates for the United Nations Small Arms treaty with the same persuasive vigor Odysseus employed to beguile his enemies.
But we will not be fooled:
‘Laocoön, follow'd by a num'rous crowd,
Ran from the fort, and cried, from far, aloud:
‘O wretched countrymen! What fury reigns?
What more than madness has possess'd your brains?
Think you the Grecians from your coasts are gone?
And are Ulysses' arts no better known?
This hollow fabric either must inclose,
Within its blind recess, our secret foes;
Or 't is an engine rais'd above the town,
T' o'erlook the walls, and then to batter down.
Somewhat is sure design' d, by fraud or force:
Trust not their presents, nor admit the horse.’
[Virgil's Aeneid]
By virtue of our recent past, and the flawed nature of our response to their overtures, Obama and his minions are reasonably convinced we will surrender our weapons with nary an objection. Given that our response, as regards the outpouring of their animosities towards us, has been anything but courageous, and we have at all times maintained good humor towards our plight, is it really any wonder they are inclined to believe we have become as puerile, weak and silly as the king’s jokester? After all, many of our fellows have become court jesters, filled with merriment and mirth by their acceptance into Obama’s court of fools.
True, we are by nature men of good humor - Nothing sates the sorrows more thoroughly than a hearty laugh save, perhaps, a roll in the hay with the town slut. Those ambitions aside, when the cowards among us gleefully bounce to the weapon’s melting pot, gaily watching as their weapons are converted from solid to liquid, lethal to harmless, let us stand in reverent silence that we might shed a few tears for so precious a loss.
As to the owners of those weapons: A fool’s deserves are served on the gallows’s stage. Let them ploy their hysterical plays; Obama and his masses will be set for vengeance – no joke or jokester will persuade them from their ambitions; when that cruel notion finally sets itself within the minds of weapon-less jokesters their only defense will be to laugh them to death.
