"Tell us Sahib Obama. Tell us your children what magic you prevail upon us poor donkeys?", the all too smart American people cowed in low mooing voice never to be taken in my manipulation.
"I do not speak to such donkeys as you. I let my subaltern speak words that only a donkey could speak as I am no animal," the Obama glowered with his booming voice.
"But Sahib Obama," the children mourned, "How can we know the change to believe if we are not told?"
"The Axelrod will tell you donkeys," the Obama replied,"Tell the children of my forest domain what they should know and not question".
The Axelrod spoke in hushed tones so the children of America drew near,"The Sahib says from his god on top. Thou wilt have tempest in your stock markets UNTIL AFTER THE ELECTION FOR A FEW WEEKS, but fear not children of the Obama. Fear not, for it is just the European gods reminding the jungle children to trust in the Obama and if thou trust in the Obama, thou wilt be saved. For thus it is written, "2 years will the money storm blow upon the land just until the 2010 elections. We know this because the Buffett hath declared it on the Charlie Rose.
Eat your tofu, praise the Obama, and smile like the donkey for your gas prices are now low, but do not notice that the same amount of gas is there as before and ask not how prices have fallen.
Only know this children of the Obama, that in time the great lords of Europe will come again to shear you of your money as is their right in high oil prices again after 2010 elections have brought in more of the Obama's kinfolk.
Know this children and question not! Know the Obama is there for you to care for you. He will decide to take your money and give it to his friends. He will decide who will have health care and who will be culled to die. He will decide you will work for him as his children as his slaves. He will decide all things for you American children for you are his donkey and it is with his switch he will herd you!
Thus says the Obama for he has spoken!"
"But Sahib," one little Gibson of glasses trembled as he spoke yearned for an answer," Sahib Obama, you are our messiah and we are the worshipers of the master. Can we do more?"
The Obama in his dark brooding eyes had a smile paint across his lips. He pondered. He wondered. He knew as he had been told by his demigods the answer to this. There would be no stuttering, no mistakes in this answer, "You my donkeys will give to me your children in a draft, both boy and girl, to serve me as the Caesars were served in conquered peoples.
Fear not that they will die. Mourn not in their death for I cleanse the land of you Americans and replace you with 30 million illegal Mexican border busters who will be given the vote for it is their voice I will hear and I will draft those of the light skin who voteth for a McCain to the killing fields of my desire.
Thus has the Obama ordered!"
"Oh praise Obama," the Gibson in glasses cheered.
"Oh praise the Obama," a little voiced Noonan cheered from the crowd joined by a David Brooks, but asked, "The Obama what shall our reward be for leading the donkeys to your corral to pass under the rod of who shall live and who shall die?"
"You shall pass under the rod too, for no one questions the Obama nor asks for anything as all is mine, I am mine, me is mine, mine is me, me is me, mine is mine and I ah ah ah mine ah me ah I my all ah ah ah.......THUS SAYS THE OBAMA AND SAY NO MORE," the Obama commanded.
The people cheered, some wet their panties like Chris of Matthews, some drank their slow tea like David Letterman pondering how lovely the world now scented in the waft of the Obama.
Then the people heard,"Pay no attention to the bombs going off in the Middle East. This is just praise for the Obama!"
"Praise for the Obama," the Perky of Couric was heard.
Then the people heard, "Pay no attention to the bear eating up the Ukraine and bombs going off in Poland for this is praise for the Obama only!"
"Praise for the Obama, "the Brian of Williams was heard.
Then the people heard, "Pay no attention to the corpse of the island of Taiwan. It is just my Marxist brothers cleansing the island. Pay no attention to the dead in South Korea for it is just my Marxist brothers cleansing the south. Pay no attention to the sacrifice in Kenya as it is just my cousin Odinga making offering to me in dead Christians. Pay no attention to the dead Jew for I will raise up them from the dead a Soros to take their place. It is all my praise. It is all my praise".
"Praise for the Obama," the Olbermann of Keith, the Kiran of Chetry, the John of Roberts and the Kate of Snow chanted over and over again on quivering lips.
"Pay no attention to the Shahab missile launched from a Persian Islamocommunist ship and makes such a pretty nuclear fireworks over New York all in honor of me," the Obama told the children.
The children just blinked. They looked at the fireball. They looked at the clouds of dust. They looked at Europe. They looked at Israel. They looked at Taiwan. They looked at Kenya and they tried to remember there was something else they had once looked upon, but the clouds of radioactivity now shrouded their minds in all the dust of poverty and wars that they thought the Biden of Delaware had once spoken.
Someone in the jungle though thinking hard. Stumbled in his mind over the wreckage of a stone carved world which used to be a shining city on a hill for a word.
The word seemed to be connected to some other words........ The word was dusty and caught in their throat, but it seemed to have a life of it's own followed by others.
The word formed, then it coughed, then it came out in one phonetic sound of "Pah..........PAh.........PAH.......PAHEE," it came.
Then another understood and more dust covered words came out, "Wah.......Wah........Wah.....EEE."
There was no droppin' of any g's as there were none to drop nor offend those in New York, but then there was no New York and now no Los Angeles from the praise for Obama.
There was not even any Obama any more as he had fled to his bunker in Germany like that other great leader of the "vor Zeit" or the before time.
Then the sentence came which so many now thought they recalled," WE..........WE........We could have had PAH PAH PAH EE............We could have had peace if we had chosen John McCain".
.........and then there was silence, because all the children knew then there was no going back to peace once all you have is war.
agtG
with apologies to Rudyard Kipling
