Sure, President Obama is one of the most dangerous presidents in our nation’s history, but that doesn’t bother me near as much as the realization that here in Ohio, half the people walking around still intend to vote for him. I just don’t recognize my country anymore. Maybe Aesop was right when he said, “We hang the petty thieves and appoint the great ones to public office.” There really is no greater, or more silent, thief than inflation, unless, of course, it’s an administration that manipulates the inflation data to make it appear as though there is no inflation. Somehow, this regime must find the voters who do not eat or drive cars, or maybe they just tell the gullible that it is George Bush’s fault.
Is anyone other than Michelle Obama and the Iranian Nuke Program really better off than they were four years ago? Is it really the promise of free stuff that keeps this massive fraud going? I’m not big on Romney, but at the very least he sees that President Obama is catering to the Saul Alinsky crowd and, in so doing, increases our debt and weakens our nation. Pointing out that 47% of Americans are on the take isn’t a gaff; it’s a timid foray into reality.
Few people are left who remember the gallantry of the French Resistance. The true Frenchmen were underground in a nation that had been overrun with Nazi’s. The brave resisted while the weak had caved and become Nazi collaborators (for their own good, of course). Albert Camus was the editor of a Resistance pamphlet named Combat. In it, he wrote, “The welfare of the people in particular has always been the alibi of tyrants, and it provides the further advantage of giving the servants of tyranny a good conscience.” Today we witness Obama-Care with its offer to trade another piece of our freedom for welfare. And, there is no shortage of servants eager to ease their collectivist conscience by nobly spouting Marxist fantasies about the welfare of the people and how all are going to benefit. Many letters to the editor play like a broken record.
But, given a choice between a tooth fairy, who promises a continuous, mythical redistribution, and a realist who reminds us that the piper must be paid, it is far more comforting for some to go with the myth. Eventually, however, there will be no magic, or taxes, or borrowing, or money printing left with which to produce and redistribute the goodies.
On that day, hyperinflation will end what politicians refuse to control. The same politicians, by the way, whom we freely (and in some instances, mindlessly) elected. I can think of 16 trillion (that’s trillion, with a T) debt-ridden reasons to stop this nightmare.
I just hope that they translate into 270 Electoral College votes in November.