Dinner with the President


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I am a respect businessman, with a factory that produces memory chips for computers and portable electronics. There was some talk that my industry was being scrutinized by the administration, but I paid it no mind. I live in a free country. There's nothing that the government can do to me if I've broken no laws. My wealth was earned honestly, and an invitation to dinner with an American President is an honor.

I checked my coat, was greeted by the Chief of Staff, and joined the President in a yellow dining room. We sat across from each other at a table draped in white linen. The Great Seal was embossed on the china. Uniformed staff served our dinner.

The meal was served, and I was startled when my waiter suddenly reached out, plucked a dinner roll off my plate, and began nibbling it as he walked back to the kitchen. "Sorry about that," said the President. "Andrew is very hungry." "I don't appreciate..." I began, but as I looked into the calm brown eyes across from me, I felt immediately guilty and petty. It was just a dinner roll. "Of course," I concluded, and reached for my glass.

Before I could, however, another waiter reached forward, took the glass away and swallowed the wine in a single gulp. "And his brother Eric is very thirsty." said the President. I didn't say anything. The President is testing my compassion, I thought. I will play along. I don't want to seem unkind.

My plate was whisked away before I had tasted a bite. "Eric's children are also quite hungry." With a lurch, I crashed to the floor. My chair had been pulled out from under me. I stood, brushing myself off angrily, and watched as it was carried from the room. "And theirgrandmother can't stand for long."

I excused myself, smiling outwardly, but inside feeling like a fool. Obviously I had been invited to the White House to be sport for some game. I reached for my coat, to find that it had been taken. I turned back to the President. "Their grandfather doesn't like the cold." I wanted to shout- that was my coat!

But again, I looked at the placid smiling face of my host and decided I was being a poor sport. I spread my hands helplessly and chuckled. Then I felt my hip pocket and realized my wallet was gone. I excused myself and walked to a phone on an elegant side table. I learned shortly that my credit cards had been maxed out, my bank accounts emptied, my retirement and equity portfolios had vanished, and my wife had been thrown out of our home.

Apparently, the waiters and their families were moving in. The President hadn't moved or spoken as I learned all this, but finally I lowered the phone into its cradle and turned to face him. "Andrew's
whole family has made bad financial decisions. They haven't planned for retirement, and they need a house. They recently defaulted on a subprime mortgage. I told them they could have your home. They need it more than you do."

My hands were shaking. I felt faint. I stumbled back to the table and knelt on the floor. The President cheerfully cut his meat, ate his steak and drank his wine. I lowered my eyes and stared at the small grey circles on the tablecloth that were water drops.

"By the way," He added, "I have just signed an Executive Order nationalizing your factories. I'm firing you as head of your business. I'll be operating the firm now for the benefit of all mankind. There's a whole bunch of Erics and Andrews out there and they can't come to you for jobs groveling like beggars."

I looked up. The President dropped his spoon into the empty ramekin which had been his creme brulee. He drained the last drops of his wine. As the table was cleared, he lit a cigarette and leaned back in his chair. He stared at me. I clung to the edge of the table as if were a ledge and I were a man hanging over an abyss. I thought of the years behind me, of the life I had lived. The life I had earned with a lifetime of work, risk and struggle. Why was I punished? How had I allowed it to be taken? What game had I played and lost? I looked across the table and noticed with some surprise that there was no game board between us.

What had I done wrong?

As if answering the unspoken thought, the President suddenly cocked his head, locked his empty eyes to mine, and bared a million teeth, chuckling wryly as he folded his hands.

"You should have stopped me at the dinner roll," he said.


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Great analogy of what we, as a nation of free people, are up against.

Margaret Thatcher described obama's administration well. "The problem with Socialism is that sooner or later you run out of other people's money to spend."

You know it's bad when EUROPE has to tell this fool to stop spending so much money!! Maybe the dork will listen to Europe, as he's made it clear he doesn't give a rip what Americans think. He makes me want to hurl.


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Very nice post. Thank you for that. It makes me sad to think that this article represents what’s going on in this country with our rights. They are slowly stripping our rights from us as well as costing us money. I am 23 and starting my life off and sad to say but I am terrified of our government and where they will lead this country. I was always raised to love your country and respect the government. I do love my country with all my heart....however; I don't trust our government one bit. I don't think they have the people's best interest at heart, I feel they have their own. I don't feel I can speak freely and openly about situations or feelings I have about certain things....for I can get in trouble, just like how at my work I am not allowed to even speak about a firearm or have the NRA logo on the desktop of my computer, which I never removed (bye bye 1st amendment). I can't legally carry because my town decided "your only 22 (last year) and aren’t old enough for a Class A LTC so we are giving you a B"...even though the law says age 21 (see ya 2 amendment). In a country where we are supposed to be free, I don't think we are. I think America has lost its founding morals and beliefs. We keeping trying to re-invent the wheel and fix something that wasn't broken in the first place. Not really sure why I am ranting....and I apologize for that. I just am so sick to my stomach with what I see go on around me day in and day out. Watching the news makes me want to vomit. No joke.



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I make it a point to be VERY vocal. I speak my mind often, openly, and loud, you'd be amazed at how many people will resonate with you. And what's the worst that could happen, obama sends his goons? I've been ready and waiting for that since the day he rigged .....er "won" the election. If he makes you want to vomit, then do it, and get on with the fight. And make no mistake this is s a fight to the death, of our country or his administration, whichever comes first.


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I make it a point to be VERY vocal. I speak my mind often, openly, and loud, you'd be amazed at how many people will resonate with you. And what's the worst that could happen, obama sends his goons? I've been ready and waiting for that since the day he rigged .....er "won" the election. If he makes you want to vomit, then do it, and get on with the fight. And make no mistake this is s a fight to the death, of our country or his administration, whichever comes first.

do you think it is actually going to come down to a fight? I feel they are more or less going to strip our 2A rights and those who stand up are going to be knocked right down by force. What are your thoughts?


Jesus - Our Greatest HOPE
When they come for the guns is when it will start. I don't believe this country will ever disarm.


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They've been coming for longer than we all think, I believe. It is just so much faster now, that it is obvious.

Always remember:

When the Nazis came for the communists,
I remained silent;
I was not a communist.

Then they locked up the social democrats,
I remained silent;
I was not a social democrat.

Then they came for the trade unionists,
I did not protest;
I was not a trade unionist.

Then they came for the Jews,
I did not speak out;
I was not a Jew.

When they came for me,
there was no one left to speak out for me.

(Attributed to Pastor Martin Niemöller (1892–1984) about the inactivity of German intellectuals following the Nazi rise to power and the purging of their chosen targets, group after group)..

We must fight for our rights every day, now. Not just for the ones that directly affect you (maybe YOU don't have or want a assault weapon, but the ban on them is a step in the direction of losing your 2A rights... maybe Judge Sotomayor getting a lifetime seat on the Supreme Court seems to be out of your control or can't possibly affect you directly, it's another step....)

Keep calling, emailing, writing (and generally harrassing) your Reps and Senators. Know who they are and keep a Word file on them with their addresses and keep the letters flowing. Attend the tea parties when you can, meet like minded people, let's just do what we can as a group.

The Obamanator's approval ratings are diving, and we have the 2010 vote coming up to change the Congress. There is hope.

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