h/t JO
Well, it's official; I don't know anything.
I thought for sure that given such a clear choice, Americans would vote for
love of country over revenge.
I was wrong.
I thought, that just as every presidential election in my lifetime, the bad
economy would be hung around the incumbent's neck, sinking him.
I was wrong.
I thought that even those few Americans who were fortunate enough to still be
fully employed (not counting those leeching off the public system) would be
cognizant of how much pain their neighbors were in and elect someone who would
at least try to make improvements.
I was wrong.
I thought that now that FINALLY some of the disturbing truths about our first
black president had come to light, voters would reject a man so dangerously at
odds with the American experience.
I was wrong.
I thought the 2010 elections and the Tea Party meant something.
I thought the enthusiasm on display at Romney/Ryan events, contrasted with the
lack of same at Obama/Biden events meant something.
I thought Americans would never sell their
liberty for the sake of trinkets like cell phones or even big shiny lies like
'free health care'.
I was wrong.
Never in a million years would I have supposed that America would support a
president who left his (our) people to die at the hands of our enemies overseas
without lifting a hand to help, then lie about what he watched in real time for over two weeks, then lie about the
lie for another month.
I was wrong.
I thought Americans could tell a hawk from a handsaw.
I was wrong.
We were offered the clearest choice we've has since 1980, where we had malaise
and a misery index on one hand and a shining city on a hill on the other. Back
then, we chose the city on the hill. This time the choice was between a man who
says 7.9% unemployment and $4.00 gas is the new normal and a guy whose entire
career has been about fixing broken entities.
We chose to stay broken. And Broke.
Maybe
I'm wrong about the ramifications of this choice. Maybe windmills will actually
turn out to be a viable energy source. Maybe America diminished will be loved
overseas. Maybe a nuclear Iran won't be a threat. Maybe Israel is over
reacting. Maybe western civilization was always over rated. Maybe life under
sharia is fun. Maybe when the rest of the world realizes that we have no
intention of ever paying back that $16,000,000,000,000.00 (and counting) that
we've borrowed from them, they won't devalue the dollar, causing hyperinflation
here at home. Maybe China will just keep on giving us money and not demand our
hearts, souls, national monuments and marriageable daughters as payment.
I've watched my candidate lose elections before but I've never felt the way I
did last night when this one was called for Obama.
It wasn't bitterness or sadness or even disappointment. It took me a while to
figure out what it was. Then it hit me; it was horror.
Pure, unadulterated horror.
Not
because of Obama, but because of what it says about us, the American people,
that we chose this.
It shouldn't have even been close. Faced with the choice between taking charge
of our destiny and tackling our financial problems, we opted to get high and
have sex. We re-elected a guy who doesn't understand that a growing economy
that creates more tax payers will bring in more revenue than higher taxes. A
Commander in Chief who doesn't know our military still uses bayonets. A man who
wants to control the economy without even knowing the difference between
bankruptcy and liquidation. It
was one thing to elect an unknown quantity, buying his line of 'Hope and
Change'. It's something else to deliberately choose his failed policies over
someone who has actually achieved success in life. I never dreamed America would do that.
Fool me once, shame on you; fool me twice, Hello Idiocracy!
Goodbye, recovery.
Goodbye, energy independence.
Goodbye, religious liberty.
Goodbye, liberty and justice for all.
Goodbye, America dream.
It
profits a man nothing to lose his soul for the whole world but we threw ours
away for cell phones and birth control pills.
In the twentieth century (the American Century), we stepped up to the plate
three times and saved the rest of the world from fascism, Nazism and communism.
We were the cavalry, always riding to the rescue.
Now, we've gotten rid of our horses, spent all our money on windmills,
alienated our allies, bowed to our enemies, cut ourselves off from our own
natural resources thrown away our children's birthright and spent their
inheritance.
And we did it on purpose.
When the wolf is at the door (and he's coming, yelling 'Allahu Akbar') we're
going to find out that there is no one out there to come to our rescue.
On the bright side, maybe it'll all turn out great. After all, I don't know
anything.
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