Commentary by Linda: Foolish Americans, what have you done?

"There's an old saying that you can't be half-socialist any more than you can be half-pregnant; get knocked up with a socialist fetus and you'll have to deliver a full-born Marxist. There's nothing in between. Try it, you'll like it, and if you don't, as the lads in the Gestapo used to tell people, they had ways to make them like it. ... Call Barack Obama's program socialism, however and he'll swear on a stack of Qurans it isn't. He calls it change. He says it's fairness, not Marxism. Oh? How does he explain the proven fact that he has been wallowing in a sty surrounded by fervent socialists and sharing in their swill for most of his life? According to Fox's Bill Sammon, his Messiahship recalled that when he attended Occidental College in Los Angeles: 'To avoid being mistaken for a sellout, I chose my friends carefully,' he wrote in 'Dreams From My Father,' his memoir. 'The more politically active black students. The foreign students. The Chicanos. The Marxist professors and structural feminists.' And that was his milieu for all his years in Chicago. To anyone familiar with socialism, Obama's programs fit comfortably within the pages of Karl Marx's playbook, the root of which is the redistribution of the wealth, the key to the entire Obamian vault. What's mine is yours, and he's the middle man. It's socialism lite, and it can only evolve into socialism heavy. Remember, you can't be half-socialist, and Barack Obama knows it." --radio talk show host Michael Reagan 

 

The masterful Christian apologist G.K. Chesterton, astutely observed that when mankind turns away from God it doesn't mean that he no longer believes in anything but rather that his mind has become wide open to all possibilities, no matter how outrageous, delusional, dangerous, or bizarre.  Last night as we  witnessed the death of our God-given liberty, we witnessed as well the truth of Chesterton's observation.  For our liberty did not die a silent death.  No, like a circus of the macabre, last night we witnessed liberty's death greeted by thunderous applause and jubilant shouts of celebration as masses of worshipful, merrymaking 'dumbed-down, uninformed, misguided' sheep thronged streets both here and around the world.  In dismayed wonderment, we witnessed a massive flock of spellbound sheep gaze eagerly upon their brightly shining 'deliverer'--- the world's new messiah---a wolf-in-sheepkin who promises to dry all tears and put an end to all suffering.  With incredulity, we saw uplifted shining sheep-faces aglow with the reflected false-glory of the 'anti-savior'--- the 'anti-messiah'---as from their collective mouths issued songs of praise on high.

 

Foolish sheep, what have you done?  Last night you turned blind eyes and deaf ears to everyone who tried so hard to inform you.  By the choice you made, you showed us that your itching ears prefer delusion to truth; truth and reality it seems, were simply too hard for you to bear.    Entranced, your eyes coveted the fool's gold--the empty promises--- held out to you by a spellbinder with evil in his heart.  In his book, "Dreams of My Father," the deceiver confessed to having empowered his will through the blackness of hate.  Indeed, he spoke openly of his hatred for 'whitey.' He confessed his preference for Islam, Marxism, black liberation theology and more.  Yet spellbound, you did not listen; you did not care, for you did want to know. 

 

 

Foolish, spellbound sheep, what have you done?  You have squandered a heritage of liberty purchased at the ultimate  price---blood, sacrifice, and immense suffering-- by those who came before you.  In your folly, you have spent our precious God-given heritage on a messiah whose promise of salvation is as false as he is.

 

 

Sheep of folly, what have you done?  Ignorant of history's lessons, scornful of truth, covered in fool's conceit,  last night you jubilantly purchased betrayal, suffering, degradation, and serfdom.   

A wise man once said, there is nothing new in this world; what once was will be again.  Having no wisdom, and equally no liking for truth, last night we witnessed a Biblical reenactment, when foolish sheep-- like foolish Esau--- sold our birthright for a mass of pottage.