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So, what can we learn from the frog in boiling water? More than one might think.
They say if you put a frog in boiling water, he will immediately jump out. Smart froggy. However, if you put the frog in cool water and gradually increase the heat, he will be lulled into a false sense of security and just relax until he ever so gradually becomes well-done…and dead, by the way.
Smart people, like smart froggies, will learn much from this story. It all began in the race for the Whitehouse, and it will all end…well, we will see.
First, we have a smooth-talking snake oil salesman who attended a church wherein America was the enemy. He hung out with the likes of Bill “the Bomber” Ayers for the sake of a few dollars and political expediency. He was pretty much the most radical left-wing elected official in Illinois (Chicago, no less…). He sponsored legislation that would outlaw ALL handguns and ALL semi-automatic weapons (do you suppose he meant full-automatic but was just too uninformed to really know the difference?). He rubbed elbows with ACORN, arguably the most corrupt political organization since Tammany Hall.
Then came the highly polished, newly repackaged model who was the most inexperienced, unlikely candidate for the presidency his party had seen in a long time. With less than one year on the national front, he was at first dismissed by the other candidates on both sides. He read his canned speeches from a carefully programmed teleprompter, being sure to say many, many words while revealing nothing. He promised hope and joy and blue skies and change and, and, and…well, just about everything. At least one woman interviewed by the “media” heard him say that she would have her car and house payments taken care of as soon as the guy was elected. And no one in the media bothered to advise her that he really hadn’t said that. Or maybe they heard it too. They were so in-the-tank for the messiah that no one bothered to search for the truth. They just marched ever forward, ever onward, chanting “HOPE…CHANGE…HOPE…CHANGE…” like lemmings off the cliff. Suddenly their legion was many. Hey, the water is starting to really warm up and feeeellls goooood!
Then he started to pile up primary wins. Jabberin’ Joe Biden and Hillary the Witch (ha, you thought I was gonna say the B word like the rest of America) started slamming him on the mat every time the TV lights came on. “The Presidency is no place for on-the-job training” they clambered. Is it just me or is this water getting a little hot?
But bray as they would, the other candidates could not stop the lemming march. On and On, Change and Hope…Lotsa words, fewer and fewer details. The delegate count piled up even higher than the BS. No, it’s not just me, this water is getting HOT!!
Suddenly the candidates were chosen and Election Day had arrived. The New Black Panthers (not a lot different than the OLD Black Panthers) arrived at the polls with nightsticks. Thousands complained because they were asked for an ID at the polls and could only vote once. The NERVE of these republicans…
When the smoke had cleared, Barack Hussein Obama smiled that smile and told Michelle and the kids “C’mon, we’re going to Disneyland”.
OMG, this water is BOILING!!! Let’s get outta here!!
But alas, it was too late. BHO carried and on about the Bush recession and the Bush crowd overspending the budget. So, to make everything OK, BHO and his cronies passed the largest spending spree in the history of the world. The same bunch then passed a stimulus bill that we were told needed to go on the greased rails or automakers would fail. So the stimulus bill took effect, and…automakers failed. General Motors became Government Motors, and the Auto Czar is busy designing a car that will hold two (if they are small), run on sunshine (or perhaps windmills; yet to be determined) and will only cost $247,000 per unit (makes the Hummer look like a Chinese car, doesn’t it? Oh, that’s right the Hummer now IS a Chinese car. Sorry about that, troops). And just how is it these foreign interests can afford to buy our assets? Do the letters UAW and AFL-CIO mean anything to you? Talk about antiques…
Well, as Popeye says, “That’s all I can stands, I can’t stand n’more”! Well, at least for today.
More later. Say goodnight, Barney...
