Tighten Whose Belt?

Mr President:

You have talked about the need for us to tighten our belts.  But just who is it that you are asking? It seems like this century has become the century from hell for most.  Have you forgotten who pays the bills?  Since the turn of the century, those you love have grown richer and richer – while those you hate have grown poorer and poorer.  The problem is that those you hate are the ones who are paying for your excesses.  Those you love live off the money that comes from those you hate.  While those you love are getting fatter and fatter - those you hate are getting less and less while working harder and harder.

Your attitude towards those who don’t want to join a union or work for you in this corrupt government system that you have bloated is one of utter disdain.  One can see it in your lifestyle, your arrogant strut, and your inane lectures.  He wonders what you talk about in the privacy of your over-staffed luxurious abode.  The words you speak in private probably sound something like these: 

“What utter fools they are.  I can do whatever I want anytime I want and they must foot the bill – and believe me they are going to pay through the nose.” 

“What luxury would you like today - my dear – the sky is the limit.  Oh, you want to tell MacDonalds what to serve in their Happy Meals.  No problem consider it done.  Who cares what it costs or how many customers they will lose.” 

“Would you like another lobster tail snack before you go to bed?  Oh just take a bite or two if you’re not that hungry. the clueless will pay.  Oh you want two lobster tails and extra butter?  Just clap your hands – after all you are God’s gift to Amerika.”

“Work?  Oh – well golfing is work.  Running for re-election is work.  It’s best just to stay away from the office.  After all the clueless mob will blame everything on the opposition if we just stonewall and do nothing.”

“Hey its my way or the highway.”

“If they think it’s bad now, just wait until I get re-elected.  I will be known as the Green President.  The green just flows in and I hand it out to all my friends. No accounting or budgeting is necessary.  Nobody’s going to do anything anyways.  Just look at what my friend, Eric, got away with.”

“While I and my friends enjoy the privileges of new found luxuries beyond imagination, those fools in the street can fight over truck loads of Soylent Green as far as I’m concerned.  And when they are no longer able to pay through the nose, they can be processed for the greater good.  Meanwhile I and my friends can sit back and enjoy.”

“Thank God (or whoever) for friends like Dick and Harry and Chucky and Nancy and Debbie and Charlie and Barney and the stooges like my second-in-command and the drive-by media.  They (and Satan) have helped make me what I am today – God’s gift to this once great country.”

Remember just one thing Mr. President, or maybe I’ll just give you a quote from one of my prophet friends:

(Obadiah 3)  “The pride of your heart has deceived you, you…who make your home on the heights, you who say to yourself, ‘Who can bring me down to the ground?’ Though you soar like the eagle and make your nest among the stars, from there I will bring you down,” declares the LORD.

From someone who loved the old America.

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