Your Place on the Couch

19 Jan

I admit. I am intrigued by rabbit holes. Some are just that, rabbit holes. Others are carefully constructed intrusions, focused vacuums that are broadcast like intelligent seines in the rivers of the social media.

Setting aside for the moment, the usual cautions about “who’s watching the watchers,” I’d like to share a story. The memes may be changed to protect the innocent, and that is me, I am innocent.

I was, wasting time as usual, making wise ass remarks to people I don’t know, but whose arrogance I found as a personal affront, (the good news here is that I have evolved (to completely colloquially abuse my favorite word)) allowing myself to be engaged by all comers.

And so it was when I was PMed by a fella that claimed a military pedigree and a knowledge of “things” that would blow my mind. Always one for a good mind blowing, I agreed to call the number he provided and so began our little chat.

Aside: For some time now, I have been pondering the new friends that show up. Often there is an agreement, and then shortly, almost predictably, the tenements of my arguments tangentialize into extrapolations that bear little resemblance to my postures. Hmmm.

Our conversation started out simple enough, “cut taxes, reduce bureaucracy, states rights, dark side of the moon military bases.”

“What?”

“Oh yeah, balanced budget, free speech, separation of church and state, subterranean aliens.”

“Yo-k, I gotta go.”

“Ok Lehman, I will let you go, but before I do, let me ask you one more question. Have you ever thought about [and I am not going to breathe the words because it is horrific, and yes, I have thought about it]?”

“No.”

My blood ran cold. Not because I was found out, but because a potential terror threat was obvious to someone other than me, and they were looking for terrorists, and somehow, my political rants had earned their recognition.

On one hand, I am glad this obvious disaster is on somebody’s radar, on the other, I have not noticed anyone placing appropriate prophylactics.

There are others.

I go about my days with the usual struggles, roof, food, family and taxes. Occasionally I wonder what I will feel if one of my imagined foretold preventable disasters occur, and the acceptance of my own impotence, to have seen the danger but to have no audience for my cry of “Fire!”

My closest counsel would tell me to not waste my time. And quote the old serenity prayer, and suggest that I chose. I should, except that…

Barak Obama refuses to say the words Islam and Terrorist in the same sentence. He prefers the euphemisms like Violent Extremists, and promises fresh legislation. The Media is relating stories of criminals that appear to be Muslims in Germany and France, Belgium and Great Britain. Today we are hearing stories of individuals arrested domestically, (right here in Southwest Ohio) with links to Syria et al, bearing the look of every other throat slashing bomb wearing sycophant kidnapping in the name of God murderer that has graced the tube of late.

BO postures himself as the savior of one of the oldest religions on Earth. Defender of the faith, can you imagine?

BO is couching the terms, blending the features, creating synapses where none exist. He and the “they” (creators of BO and the rest of the destroyers) like to position a provable with a wish. Evolution with Global Warming, a theory as plain as your face with one proven by “tricks” and satellite info as delivered by political appointees.. Capitalism with Unemployment, as though both will grow the economy.

BO is saving Terrorism, not for Islamofascists, but for the owners of the millions of guns that are kept for the most American of liberties. The wresting of ourselves from tyranny, in whatever form it is found.

BO is preparing us for the removal of the Second Amendment, and with it the First.

The keepers of the faith that is liberty, are about to find themselves labeled as Violent Extremists. Yeah. Homegrown Domestic Terrorists.

I mean, why would you have a gun, if you did not plan on it’s use?

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