Christmas 2012 – The Stuff that Revolutions are made of

Another Christmas Eve and another taxpayer financed luxurious Hawaiian vacation for the traitor Obama and his family.  As poor children in America shiver, hungry in the cold, the Obamas will be eating the finest cuisine and basking on a sandy beach.  As the children of American nationals, who can trace their lineage back to the colonies, sleep in tents and in storm drains, Obama’s brats will enjoy room service on a silver platter.

This is the stuff that revolutions are made of.  Our founding fathers warned that unless we were diligent and kept close guard of our Constitution and Bill of Rights, we would wind up homeless on the continent our forefathers conquered.  But how could they have ever envisioned a foreigner occupying the White House and under the control of an international elite hell bent on the enslavement of the American people?

Two million more Americans will lose their unemployment if we go off the proverbial fiscal cliff and our economy is doomed, no matter what action or inaction prevails.  For a hundred million Americans, Christmas is no longer the season of joy, but rather the worst of the misery, another year of being disenfranchised, dispossessed, and being made civilly dead, has to offer.

It is truly amazing that we have managed to avert the inevitable as long as we have.  Never in the history of the world have so many had so much taken from them in so little a time.  We are a peaceable people that just want to live our lives and know the simple joys thereof and our kindness has been taken for weakness.

However, the international corporate mafia is about to find out that our reluctance to turn to violence is a double edged sword as the anger and resentment has built to a level of critical mass.  When we let loose, it will be a struggle to maintain our humanity as we strike out at our tormenters.

So insurgents, you say you want to take our assault rifles?  Well, what are you waiting for?  Go for it.  Swat that bee’s nest with that ball bat.  We are just little bees, we are not dangerous, and, worst case scenario, I am sure you can outrun us, right?

The fact is the elite are cornered and blocked in by a hundred bee’s nests and they cannot get away without unleashing the fury, and even then, they cannot get away.  I guess maybe this is the ultimate justice, like having your feet super glued to a railroad track and having to watch the train close in from a mile away, the train, you assembled and scheduled to come down that very track, believing all along that somehow you could derail it at the last minute.

We have had to suffer immensely at your hands, but now it is your turn.

God bless the Republic, death to the international corporate mafia, we shall prevail.