Happy Birthday, Mr. President
Happy 50th Birthday, Mr. President. Sincerely. A birthday is always cause for great celebration, but to think you can commemorate your fifty short years with the largest debt hike in history, and skewer the Tea Party in the process, is a feat for even the most accomplished Alinsky'ite.
Of course, the best gift is the privilege of life and liberty in the most free, noble, equitable, and once prosperous nation on Earth. Presumably, that birthright includes you, Mr. President. If you were of this country, you might understand why its citizenry - the mafia, jihadi, extremist, chainsaw-wielding monster (et tu, Maureen Dowd?), intransigent, terrorist, Hobbits - balk at her destruction; her very unfounding.
Your 49th year, Mr. President, was another grueling exhibition of your ideology - the belief that government is the engine, distributor of all things, even fairness - and a free citizenry, the obstacle. Last night's birthday fundraiser was simply more of the same theatre of the obtuse. The private jet to Chicago, adoring fans, musical performances, celebrities, and, of course, money. All the while joblessness, spending, entitlements, inflation, debt, and taxation climb unabated, and families grapple with the new normal - abject, paralyzing fear.
I guess people with nearly $40 thousand to spend in the worship of the overlord of their own subjugation see something in you I still don't.
Yours is truly a gall for the record books, Mr. President. At once hobnobbing with wealth, as you demonize, even destroy it. Constantly proclaiming your duty to avert Armageddon, as you eagerly usher it in. All the while, the majority of your citizenry dreams of a proud, resolute nation - before we were weaker, poorer, and increasingly dispirited -- before cut, cap, and balance were the words of terrorists.
Happy Birthday, Mr. President. God Bless the only thing still standing in the way of your fundamental transformation - this "big, messy, tough, democracy."