This pegs it. - Patriotic Resistance

This pegs it. - Patriotic Resistance

The Dinner Roll ..
Once upon a time I was invited to the White House for a private dinner with the
President.
I am a respected businessman, with a factory that produces memory chips
for
computers and portable electronics.
There was some talk that my industry was being scrutinized by the
administration, but I paid it no mind. I live in a FREE country.
There's nothing that the government can do to me if I've broken no
laws.
My wealth was EARNED honestly, and an invitation to dinner with an
American President is an honor.
I checked my coat, was greeted by the Chief of Staff, and joined the
President
in a yellow dining room.
We sat across from each other at a table draped in white linen. The
Great
Seal was embossed on the china. Uniformed staff served our dinner.
The meal was served, and I was startled when my waiter suddenly reached
out,
plucked a dinner roll off my plate and began nibbling it as he walked
back to
the kitchen..
"Sorry 'bout that," said the President. "Andrew is very
hungry."
"I don't appreciate..." I began, but as I looked into the calm brown
eyes across from me, I felt immediately guilty and petty. It was just a
dinner roll. "Of course," I concluded, and reached for my
glass.
Before I could, however, another waiter reached forward, took the glass
away
and swallowed the wine in a single gulp. "And his brother, Eric, is
very thirsty," said the President.
I didn't say anything. The President is testing my compassion, I
thought.
I withheld my comments and decided to play along. I don't want to
seem unkind..
My plate was whisked away before I had tasted a bite.
"Eric's children are also quite hungry."
With a lurch, I crashed to the floor. My chair had been pulled out from
under me.
I stood, brushing myself off angrily, and watched as it was carried from
the
room.
And their grandmother can't stand for long."
I excused myself, smiling outwardly, but inside feeling like a fool.
Obviously I had been invited to the White House to be sport for some
game. I reached for my coat, to find that it had been taken.
I turned back to the President.
"Their grandfather doesn't like the cold."
I wanted to shout, "that was my coat!" But again, I looked at
the placid smiling face of my host and decided I was being a poor sport.
I spread my hands helplessly and chuckled.
Then I felt my hip pocket and realized my wallet was gone. I excused
myself and walked to a phone on an elegant side table.
I learned shortly that my credit cards had been maxed out, my bank
accounts
emptied, my retirement and equity portfolios had vanished, and my wife
had been
thrown out of our home.
Apparently, the waiters and their families were moving in. The
President
hadn't moved or spoken as I learned all this, but finally I lowered the
phone
into its cradle and turned to face him.
"Andrew's whole family has made bad financial decisions. They
haven't planned for retirement and they need a house. They recently
defaulted on a subprime mortgage. I told them they could have your
home.
They need it more than you do."
My hands were shaking. I felt faint I stumbled back to the table and
knelt on the floor.
The President cheerfully cut his meat, ate his steak, and drank his
wine.
I lowered my eyes and stared at the small grey circles on the
tablecloth
that were water drops.
"By the way," he added, "I have just signed an Executive Order
nationalizing your factories.
I'm firing you as head of your business. I'll be operating the firm now
for the benefit of all mankind.
There's a whole bunch of Erics and
Andrews out there and they can't come to you for jobs groveling like
beggars...we need to spread YOUR wealth around..."
I looked up. The President dropped his spoon into the empty ramekin
which
had been his crème
Brule.
He drained the last drops of his wine. As the table was cleared, he lit
a
cigarette and leaned back in his chair.
He stared at me. I clung to the edge of the table as if it were a ledge
and I were a man hanging over an abyss.
I thought of the years behind me, of the life I had lived. The life I
had
earned with a lifetime of work, risk and struggle.
Why was I punished? How had I allowed it to be taken? What game had
I played and lost? I looked across the table and noticed with some
surprise that there was no game board between us.
What had I done wrong?
As if answering the unspoken thought, President Obama suddenly cocked
his head,
locked his empty eyes to mine, and bared a million teeth, chuckling
wryly as he
folded his hands.
"You should have stopped me at the
dinner
roll," he said.
WAKE UP AMERICA !!!