America is being punked. That is the only way I can describe the clear cut case of self-inflicted grief and suffering at the hands of the Obama Masters of Ineptitude running the three-ring circus we call the American political insanity these days. Has logic been outlawed, or just temporarily suspended? Somebody wake me from this heartbreaking dream, quick.
I know it’s hard to pick a team sometimes. When I tour, I must seek out the absolute greatest bass guitar jammer and ultimate animal drummer on earth in order for my amazing music to reach maximum velocity and fire breathing soul each night to properly convey the intensity of my world-class love songs. Fortunately, the best of the best always end up at my side because I refuse to settle for second best. And remember, I’m just the Motor City Madman, a humble Detroit guitarslinger making music. I am not the President of the United States. Maybe I should be.
For starters, I sure wouldn’t attempt to align myself with tax cheats and proven bureaucratic scoundrels like Daschle, Geitner, Rangle, Emanuel, Richardson and the apparently bottomless list of deviants that this president has appointed or attempted to appoint. May as well hire a country banjo player to cover my guitar duties, put Jeffery Dhamer in charge of babysitting, John Wayne Gacey as official White House court jester for the children, and your favorite arsonist as Fire Chief. Is this a Saturday Night Live skit we have here? Want fresh seafood? One Bass-O-Matic, coming right up.
Just think if the Obama-trained Fedzilla would have been in charge of the Katrina hurricane aftermath. And don’t just contemplate the outcome and resultant outrage: know that Obama’s most vocal supporters are the same people who so knee-jerkingly condemned the Bush FEMA debacle, yet somehow mysteriously want that same bureaucratic runaway bulldozer to take control of America’s healthcare, banking and insurance businesses, and God knows what else. Would they part their hair with Kurt Cobaine’s quail gun? Wild.
Considering Obama and his gang of denial cultists have determined that the cure for living outside one’s means is to go on a spending orgy, it only seems reasonable that their response to the Katrina flood would have been to order more water for downtown New Orleans. They would probably have ordered more sandbags, but with their time-proven modus operandi, they would have surely mandated that the drowning citizens of the Big Easy strap them around their necks. Yes, Martha, it really is that bizarre. Think of it this way: using logic, reason, anecdotal evidence and common sense, simply pull a George Castanza and do the exact opposite. Yeah, that’s it. That oughtta do it. After all, we all know that there is a bailout waiting in the wings. God help us all.
Like the little Dutch waterboy sticking his pinky in the dike, the Obamas of the world refuse to think things out but instead clamor for the expedient “feel good” maneuvers every time. And then, like the showboaters they are, they carpet-bomb Leno, 60 Minutes, over-ride American Idol TV time and grandstand like there is no tomorrow. I oftentimes believe that this administration is doing all in its power to see to it that America has no tomorrow, and that breaks my heart.
But the America I know is smarter, more resilient, clever, adaptable, improvisational, and ultimately, definitively defiant to ever let this get that bad. Flexing those uniquely American genes of defiance, the America I know will indeed improvise, adapt and overcome, pulling itself out of this irresponsible era of indulgence and excuse making and return to the shining city on the hill she has always been. I, for one, have never witnessed a more united agreement in outrage over such an obviously misguided presidential administration. I agree with Glenn Beck; we do have them surrounded. Now we just have to let our common sense be heard and adhered to by those that are supposed to work for “we the people.” It is a defining line drawn in the sand, separating the producers and the parasites. The vast majority of America would have taken heed to the clear and present danger of the incoming hurricane and gotten the hell out of the way of Katrina. We don’t need a bail out. We simply do the right thing.