 Flying through cloud nine, I can see from on high, why “All Politics is Local.” For those who “Lord it over us,” we’re all just little moving dots streaming screaming along repetitive daily routes, between morning coffee pots and evening tea shots. There is great value to some, to keep our focus in herd dictates of exclusive self-aware immediacy unfurled. This keeps those in the shadows in "Eagle's Nest" free to sip brandy with world view: all is their oyster to savor as international pearl. In flight now with a Co-Pilot POV, I can’t help but wonder almost in a plea, does God ever step in when we’ve been pushed in the deep end. There’s more at stake than an inept Palin leading a sojourn of short-sighted groupies. Who benefits most by our being convinced that it’s just the blind leading the blind like recurring Herpes? Up here in my window seat, I see lots of land and the starry skies above, but though I soar like an eagle, I don’t speak for God, as Sarah does. Hark the Herald other quackers honk in a tempo rushed limbo by self-serving rooster crowings. So in survival mode turned up full, I sail on in God’s country, hastening to relieve our communication system with a quick flush of the aromatic litter box, of Limbaugh bull.
Now, pull the plug on your iPod, lift your eyes beyond iPad and give your texting fingers a thumbs up for reflection. Breath in the true pollution of our nation, or shorter life expectancy is your reward for passive voter attention. As long as our only link-in is electronic, corporate owned media and leased government will inhibit healthy opinion formation. Using bedwetting habits of pawing Tiger partners, the balloon boy/family, the new KFC sandwich, Income & Education levels of slightly diverse Tea Party and stream of nonsense from the Today Show masquerading as grownup investigative reporting, is how puppeteers take control of our reaction action. All media, new and old has but one goal, to sell & control. Thus we are programmed away from protecting our children at play and their grandparents’ stay, from the erosion of our future and humanity by Un-American Wall Street Mission, on us, to prey. Take a peek behind the curtain and you’ll see Corporate Greed of but a few, is the plan for our society’s damnation: destroying the earth with pollution for every occasion, porking up all youth for future slaughter, depressing voter education and crushing our elderly under inflated prices for over medication. Congress and Media are not innocent, but neither are we, for looking away allows Supreme Court and Bankstas to slip out before their Curtain Call, so “We the People,” take the fall.
It’s the short-sighted greed of airline owners insisting we fly through ash, and West Virginia mine owners who dial death for cash. It’s Toyota learning the art of compromised truth and safety, from their American big brothers, while the lives of drivers, like their autos, zip lock in a flash. It’s voting for 19th century solutions, in a world that’s gone nuclear in 21st technology. It’s health reform from Sue Landin that heals the system by giving chickens to distract the sheep from the high crimes and misdemeanors of Congressional Lobbyists without apology. It’s the Bankstas in the shadows who corrupt investment credit ratings of Moodys and Standard & Poor's. It’s those number crunchers hidden away in secret places, tapping at keyboards without distinction, branding us all as numbered items, with their Almighty decree, “Ha, Ha, we can define you by the power invested in our deciding your Credit Score.” If only we can halt these faceless rulers, with God-like courage at our core.
According to Sister Spokeswoman for team almighty, Cantor, McConnell, Ensign, Inhofe, Graham, DeMint and McDonnell, Palin proclaims with glee, talking points come from God to me. I’m sure it wasn’t an Obama on the other end of her team’s fishing line, because casting open minded communication would put fact evading GOP in a bind. Though being born in Eisenhower’s 1959 50th American state isn’t good enough for some, it is terrific having a Thinking man in the White House for a “Change,” instead of the previous one. With The Dick hard pressed to ride on the backs of those with sincere faith and true patriotism misplaced, we were taken for a ride to the “Made in China,” camp. Never have so many been fooled by so few foolish heeled heels, with off key sing-song praising, “Mission Accomplished,” while blissfully dancing to the phrasing of the Bush League trance.
So perhaps, having failed to get our attention with Katrina, tornadoes, Haiti, and erupting volcanoes from the deep, a new wakeup call comes from the unseen who holds us in his hands for safe keep: If You Wish to Survive, put down your swords and armament toys. Love all Neighbors everywhere more than the color of your skin. See more to my Almighty Power than your Almighty Dollar. Snap out of your daze. It’s just a maze created by those who use my name to spin their tales of fear, to corrode your ability to think free of Corporate over glaze. Remember too, believe it or not, even the most corrupt will surely die one day. Having sold their souls, they have a head start for departing this place of massive bonus pay. However, not even a single carry on is allowed on that last flight, but their final end of the line will be Well Point, so all comes right. Now, listen to your still small voice from within, for it is the I Am reminding you of the light you've hid so long under a bushel. Once again thinking will be crucial, for Goliaths will heed Davids only when all Davids, against the corruption of giants unite, and ship them to Guantanamo on the night time flight.
Unlike Bachmann, Palin and Boehner, I don’t speak for God, but I speak out for our need for National Glue, especially now that we've been so thoroughly misguided by Banksta fog and left for dead in an economic bog. I wonder if God will step in, and put us back together again.
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