The Luxury of “Ordinary” is Gone…

As I sit at my desk, performing my tasks on this winter’s day, I am haunted by thoughts of the ordinary. That which is now considered ordinary, may soon become rare. I listen to the crusty grinding of the slowly progressing garbage truck and I am reminded of my fears that a village as small as this will be unable to survive the blight of Obamunism. When simple ordinary services can no longer be rendered. When the threatened tax on mileage or exorbitant penalties for distances driven make rural living beyond the grasp of most..The men in this present government are like ogres with scythes, ready to lay low America’s rural areas as they herd everyone to their damnable cities.

I spike up the heat for a long shower, throw some coffee on to brew and listen to the morning diatribe on the radio. All exceedingly ordinary activities, and all threatened by Obama. From onerous energy restrictions, to the anticipated astronomical leap in food costs, to suppression of speech; every aspect of my every day is darkened by the cloud that Obama has ushered in over the land.

My home faces the river, a view that gives me continuous contentment. Barges loaded fat and cumbersome with heaps of black coal are a frequent and welcome sight. Low to the water, weighted with bounty from the earth- because that is what fuel is. Bounty. One does not live well without affordable and convenient energy. I wonder what those river captains in those tugs think as they watch their barges loaded, as they push tons of mounded coal down and up rivers throughout America. What do they think of a “president” who has all but cursed the industry that pays the freight that pays their salaries and perpetuates one of the myriad, purely American, industries that Obama and his foul posse of zealots seek to destroy.

Think how they have brutalized the automobile industry. In one fell swoop, dealerships across the country were cut off at the knees. I was raised in the automobile industry and understand well the rippling ramifications across countless trades that such boorish and petulant actions have caused. And boorish and petulant are common qualities of the retribution-minded political class now operative. A political and intellectual class that, were they represented in one person, that person would be judged to be sado-masochistic and suicidal and put away for fear of the destruction such a combination will produce.

Because you need to look out your window and start counting the things that the political and cultural powers that now operate through the auspices of the United States government seek to deprive you of, trying to convince you that you are far too selfish to hang on to what you own, bitter clinger that you are. Be it long road trips or a home in the country or the vehicle you buy your teenager for his first car, to the death panels that will administer last rites to your parents, or the grandchildren you will never have because government mandates preclude your children freely having children… all you love is forfeit….

In the name of what? Safety? Equality? Change? Fairness? How laughable, how ludicrous, the stuff a madman’s nightmares. To devastate the greatest civilized nation and shackle the greatest freedom this earth has ever witnessed for the sake of absolutely false, unctuous psychobabble disguised as “progress”.

Those who now seek so urgently to secure the power that Obama’s office offers them are people with brutalized and divorced souls. None other but the depraved can calmly discuss the logistics of eugenics, blithely deeming one class or the other as disposable. None but the blackest of hearts can sanction the murder of a child up to the age of 5 or 6 if said child is deemed defective. None but men and women of a perversely evil bent can devise curriculum to teach a child that anal sex is good and that there is no such thing as gender. Or for that matter, as parents, nationhood, or borders or God. These are the men and women who now wield power.

So, you must choose. Choose whom you serve. Because the luxury of ordinary, is gone.

to be continued….

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