What's That? A Train Whistle?

Reading the headlines is more like checking off the list of America’s upcoming disasters. It’s like reading a menu of what’s happening, and what’s about to happen.

I have recently concluded that we ordinary Americans are powerless to prevent what’s happening to our country, so I intend to just sit back and watch the show, sort of like I did when the Twin Towers were destroyed. Couldn’t do anything then but watch and comment, since the events were already in motion when I learned of them.

The deeds—or acts—that will change this this nation to a third-world status backwater are already in motion, way past the time to be able to do anything about them. All we can do is watch and comment, which is exactly what we’re all doing, you included.

Bush has sold us out. The federal government has sold us out. Congress has sold us out. The courts have sold us out. We have been delivered into the hands of the internationalists. The bankers and the mega-corporations... All owned and/or controlled by foreigners, if you care to look.

So what if Americans have 300 million guns and a zillion rounds of ammo. They have taken everything without firing a shot, while we plunked away at tin cans or blasted all manner of game onto the dinner table, while "bringin' home the bacon, man..."

We citizens have been sitting on the tracks, watching the train barreling closer and closer, some of us making great noises about what’s going to happen. Yet here we are, still on the tracks, making the same old noises. Nobody wants to move, to get off, to get out of danger.

It’s almost like we are all deaf and blind. But really, we’re just uneducated and ignorant of how things are. Thank all those nice, caring, concerned and motherly school teachers for that. Thank all those blonde bimbos on the TV news for that. Thank all those greedy traitors in Washington for that... ALL of them, including the ones YOU voted for.

Good luck to all of you poor dumb clucks who repeat endlessly like Chicken Little that “the sky is falling, the sky is falling”. It is, but who cares? Keep clucking away, if it makes you feel good, but don’t for a second think that the engineers of this coming great American train wreck will pay a bit of attention.

Cluck, cluck...