I received this via e-mail and thought perhaps you would think it worthy to print in the Courier.
Once upon a time, I was invited to the White House for a private dinner with the president. I am a respected 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.
"Sorry about that," the President said. "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," the president said.
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 their grandmother 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, only to find 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 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 had made bad financial decisions. They haven't planned for retirement and they need a house. They recently defaulted on their sub-prime 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. "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 in which had been his créme brulée. 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 it were a ledge and I 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 not a 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.
WAKE UP AMERICA! DO YOU HEAR ME? WAKE UP!
Pat Barnes



Comments
32 comment(s)Russ wrote on Nov 5, 2009 7:40 PM:
Jay Rasco wrote on Nov 4, 2009 2:59 PM:
Little minds talk about people, larger minds talk about events, great minds talk about principles. Now go ahead and prove me right with some diatribe which I am sure you are capable of. ROFL.
Are we having fun yet?
Remember Russ we are just poking a little fun at you. So have a big laugh.
As for the joker, well? "
Russ wrote on Nov 4, 2009 6:39 AM:
Come on Russ wrote on Nov 3, 2009 9:56 PM:
Russ wrote on Nov 3, 2009 1:08 PM:
Well... wrote on Nov 3, 2009 10:25 AM:
Russ wrote on Oct 28, 2009 4:43 PM:
Jokers Wild wrote on Oct 27, 2009 11:02 AM:
Russ wrote on Oct 26, 2009 11:47 AM:
Jay Rasco wrote on Oct 26, 2009 11:39 AM:
Jay Rasco wrote on Oct 26, 2009 11:33 AM:
Sometimes when people get to know each other they find that the perceptions they had of the 'Other" had no basis in fact at all.
Russ you may know who I am but you don't know me at ALL!. "
Ed wrote on Oct 25, 2009 3:37 PM:
It's scary to think we elected a person as president solely on his skin color. It was a totally emotional decision having no basis in reality or facts.
No one knew anything about this man. What his politics were, how he was raised, where his loyalities were. He hid everything about himself and we still elected him. Insanity rules today. Incredible. "
Ed wrote on Oct 25, 2009 3:24 PM:
This country is in serious trouble if it's people can't recognize what Mr Obama is doing to it and stop him. The very idea that the president would support any legislation that would take away or cripple a persons right to own a gun should be enough to convince every American that Obama and his government is not on the side of law abiding Americans. "
Jokers Wild wrote on Oct 25, 2009 9:36 AM:
Russ wrote on Oct 24, 2009 4:46 PM:
russ wrote on Oct 24, 2009 2:12 PM:
Jay Rasco wrote on Oct 24, 2009 6:33 AM:
Obnoxioius like beauty is in the eye of the beholder. "
Truedat wrote on Oct 22, 2009 10:29 PM:
Jokers Wild wrote on Oct 22, 2009 7:11 PM:
Russ wrote on Oct 22, 2009 12:50 PM:
Jay Rasco wrote on Oct 22, 2009 12:09 PM:
Jay Rasco wrote on Oct 22, 2009 9:30 AM:
Barnes post sounds like Chicken Little, the sky is falling, the sky is falling.
What catastrophic thinking!
Barnes you go ahead and create the world you believe in. Life is a perception, life is an experience to be lived. let get on with it. If we live under your umbrella of fear we will be stuck where we are forever.
The Staus Quo just won't cut it anymore.
Wake up graham County. Move intto the modern age. "
Russ wrote on Oct 22, 2009 8:36 AM:
AKA Dora wrote on Oct 22, 2009 6:57 AM:
Jay Rasco wrote on Oct 22, 2009 5:58 AM:
WAKE UP GRAHAM COUNTY, WAKE UP!
By the way is the industry you mention the "Health insurance industry" that has free reign to rip people off? "
Pat wrote on Oct 22, 2009 3:51 AM:
sure.... wrote on Oct 21, 2009 9:46 PM:
Reality in Politics wrote on Oct 21, 2009 2:06 PM:
Barbie wrote on Oct 21, 2009 1:50 PM:
YEAH RIGHT wrote on Oct 21, 2009 11:26 AM:
What do we do Bury our heads in the sand wrote on Oct 21, 2009 11:05 AM:
Jim HUSSEIN Henson wrote on Oct 21, 2009 11:00 AM: