Conservative Refocus: Bumbling Brothers Burn Em' and Bail-Out Circus
July 7th, 2012
By Barry Secrest
It's unofficially official.
The US Government, under the executive management of Obama and his froward Statists, has certifiably morphed into a Big Tent three ring circus ostensibly dedicated to any and every high flying parlor stunt and comedic interlude imaginable, except for the very functions it was founded to perform.
Far-fetched, think you? Think again. Not only do we have the very recent Supreme Court decision in which a Court whose chief function is to verify that all laws and judgements are Constitutional, state in essence, that they would not overturn a legislative effort, despite the myriad and well known acts of sanctioned prostitution in getting the blasted thing passed. But then we also have an executive branch whose chief diversion appears to be circumventing any law with which it glitteringly disagrees, while making up new ones on the fly.
In the Center ring of Barry's big tent, we have the Messianic Master of Ceremonies, slick-talking, spanish-spouting, El Magnifico, MC Barack H. Obama, II, the man known for an exaggerated crease in his trousers who never met a budget cut he actually favored, nor a teleprompter he couldn't fathom. Indeed, and unless that budget cut specifically targets that particular function in which the Government was originally founded to perform in the first place, say defense, or procurement of liberty's blessings, for instance.
A Circus Headache
Conversely, when it comes to frivolous Federal expenditures, Barack the Job Slayer and his colorful choom gang will come out hailing the skyrocketing outlays in effusive triplication, with trumpets blazing and disciples bowing. The President's cultish high priests within the media, ready and fully waiting to gather round and shout down anyone who dissents dutifully emit ad hoc charges of racism, bigotry, sexism and other such derogatory language until the offending party is completely muffled and totally depleted.
Sated, the raucous clown troupe then pile back into their tiny little hybrid clown cars and putter around their massive ring spouting verbal pornography until the next such opportunity presents itself. The crowd of mass attendees, meanwhile, look on in amazement. Mono-chromatically grouped by the Big Tent officials, they sit within their appointed sections as secretly planted functionaries hurl insults at opposing sections designed to instigate the onlooker's anger; melanin content being the enigmatically conspired and naturally secreted element with regard to the Carnival's most urgent concerns.....