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When will America wake up?

Dinner with Obama 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. "Sorry about that," said the President. "Andrew is very hungry." "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. "And his brother Eric is very thirsty." said the President. I didn't say anything. The President is testing my compassion, I thought. I will play along. I don't want to seem unkind. My plate was whisked away before I had tasted a bite. "Eric's children are also quite hungry." 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. "And their grandmother can't stand for long." 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. "Their grandfather doesn't like the cold." 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 subprime 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. I lowered my eyes and stared at the small grey circles on the tablecloth that were water drops. "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 Eric's 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 ramekin which had been his crème Brule. 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 played and lost? I looked across the table and noticed with some surprise that there was no game board between us. What had I done wrong? As if answering the unspoken thought, the President suddenly cocked his head, locked his empty eyes to mine, and bared a million teeth, chuckling wryly as he folded his hands. "You should have stopped me at the dinner roll," he said. Wake up, America !

Public Comments

1. *Sigh* Next time make up a better story.
2. Between 5 a.m and 1 p.m.
3. This lie is too long to read...shorten it down some.
4. Why do conspiracy nuts always have to insist everyone is asleep? Is there some correlation with having sleep leading to less paranoia. Should we try to sleep only an hour or two a night for a few months so that the conspiracies start to make more sense?
5. a glen beck bed time story - just makes you want to cry doesn't it.
6. Nice allegory, it certainly reflects what Socialism is.
7. Yeah, 3% is a real killer. What a whiny b! tch.
8. Thank you for sharing your dining with the President experience with us
9. this rant would put anybody to sleep...
10. Beautiful.
11. what a great dream you had, about having dinner with obama. When will you be back for lunch?
12. You know its not the president i m worried about, its the coporations backed by the republican party, that scares the shit out of me. For years they have been taken more then what the president has or will have.
13. GOOD story...unfortunately..it is NOT far from the truth...
14. Good story, and true (not far). When will America wake up? You can't wake up from what you been being indoctrinated in. America has been at the mercy of a mostly liberal education system and entertainment media blitz for decades now. Major damage has been done. That's the ONLY reason Obama was able to get elected...and I am NOT talking color, I am talking policy and agenda. Frankly, outside of a move of God, I think the USA is past the point of no return.
15. Rather long version of the truth, but well said
16. nice
17. I'm sure this is satire...a story parallel to the happenings in Obama's reign as president, and telling us that we see all the things that keep happening from the Obama leadership with the final anology that all this should be "waking us Americans up". We should have stopped him in the beginning and not have waited until he has "changed" America into something we won't recognize with a dying economy and an unpayable national debt. I "get" it, but your dinner story is just too long for Y/A.
18. Yes, I can see it now. How stupid could I have been? It wasn't GWB shot my brother and myself in order to sell dope in my State and use me as a motorcycle gang might a Chinese grocer in Brooklyn when they need to impress on the newbie that stealing a condom is all but a capital Felony if another from the gang shoots said grocer. Cause though Ron Reagan using War Powers had made an utter mockery of our Constitution by selling the right to deal drugs here to the highest bidder (no pun intended); but to buy those drugs ~ no, that he'd "cleverly" made into a RICO-able federal capital felony by using Federal Parks as his killing fields. No, he wasn't committing treason when he had others shoot my brother and I, a newly appointed Game Warden and his Deputy on an expressed drug interdiction patrol; no Sir, he was protecting my dinner rolls! Cause what's a hundred million involuntary legalized date rape drugged into it junkies in America, dying of addiction without health care, compared to a business man's free lunch?