It’s become a mantra. You hear Obama’s voice and immediately in a long and lazy chant comes the words, “Fuck you, Fuck you, Fuck you!”, repeated melodically to the meter and timbre of his curt ejaculatory style. It has become so ingrained from over six years of empty rhetoric and broken promises that it seems an automatic conditioned response. You can’t help it, he’s just totally full of shit! Obama the puppet of Goldman Sachs and the larger too big to fail banking cartel that have got everyone by their short hairs shipping anything of worth to their next mark, China. It is almost surprising that they don’t have him out in front of the White House with a ring in his hand? Imagine an old Warner Brother’s cartoon with gremlins busily at work trying to destroy a plane. Or that famous Twilight Zone episode with the soon to be Captain Kirk where he sees the gorilla on the plane’s wing doing significant damage. That’s the view that comes to mind when one thinks of Congress or that other arrogant phantom entity that struts around calling himself President. The Congress, both Houses and parties of course, being no better!
Forget about the epithets and the need to vent for the sake of maintaining some semblance of sanity. Globalism’s corporates have focused in upon America for the delivery of a death blow. And your 401K and what is left of your savings are now currently on the chopping block. The airport homily of “QUIET!” universally enforced by Homeland Security, that bastard child of the people that gave you Zionism and the Third Reich is now in force! Obamacare IS the law of the land so shut your pie hole and fess up with double or triple the cost of what you’ve been paying before. You won’t get work nor will your kids for whom you are tossing the last of your savings at some third rate institutions run by the Globalists to keep your kinds perpetually bare of the possibility of any independent thought and eternally stupid. Sure let the cross dressers in the girl’s johns even if your daughter is not ready to endorse her first state legislature endorsed lesbian experimentation. ‘Hesh yer lip’, if some black urban street gang beats the crap out of your son or plays the knock out game with your sickly grandfather and it never has the possibility of being in the local news or on the police docket. Let some uniformed oaf paw inside your daughter’s panties in public without complaint. Put up with the fact that there are no more fair elections when electronic voting machines are used to tally the results.
Just sit there like a ninny and curse at the Globalist’s favorite strawman as he leads that sham once known as the Federal Government though a bunch of mock crisis while they keep ringing up a tab writing hot checks that defies the ability of the human race to ever tally. After all, we’re all commodities on the stock market tradable as legal tender for the national debt to the very people that print our paper and whom we bail out every so often. We give them our wealth with no conditions and they turn around and tell us our credit’s no good! It’s a Hell of a scam, ain’t it?
There seems to be an point in life when a deal with the Devil seems inevitable. This popular terminology is referred to as ‘adulthood’ and comes into play when all your part-time job earned money must now be diverted from buying beer for your buddies before the latest model big screen and partying to raising a family on barely enough for everyone to squeak by on. Though, our religion phobic era most would shun the notion that this proposition in actual fact is but gothic fantasy. The current youthful ideology of the era seems to favor the analogy of a symbiosis of vampires and werewolves as the most appropriate form of of alternative lifestyle. The idea of an all powerful entity that works at the business of corruption by the vehicle of one fine print based contact after another is after all the reality of the modern satanic cult known as banking. Being “in Dutch” to this phantom entity is that. Just look up the name that lent money to Cromwell and William of Orange, that other ‘Obama’ of the Seventeenth Century and you’ll definitely feel a sense of deja vue! But then who can ever learn anything from knowing history or geography?
No, just keep swearing and rooting for the most popular ‘home’ team as directed by your favorite Nightly News avatar. Keep your nose buried in your Smart phone on elevators, buses and car driver’s seats. It’s better that way after all, “isn’t it?”