Auld Lang Syne 2010

Well another year has passed us by, and by the headlines and television programs we are none wiser, none the happier and most likely much heavier.

2009 was an historic year; we elected an African-“American” president who shot out of the cesspool that is the Chicago political machine and reached the highest office in the land. One speech, a short term in office as an unknown Senator, and no experience other than a 20 year membership in the Church of Reverend “Kill Da White Man” Wright, a position as a Caporegime of the organized crime family known as ACORN, and associations with well known terrorist and leftwing activist Bill Ayers, shot this mysterious energetic, narcissistic, ego-maniac, social-fascist to the position of the most powerful man in the world.

Thrills were sent up the collective legs of Americans of all walks of life; the young, wide-eyed and naïve liberals who rocked the world with a grassroots buy as you go voter registration campaign. Find a homeless person, make up an address, register him or her several times, fill out several absentee ballots, all for Obama, give them a few bucks, or maybe even some crack and move on to the next. Democracy at it’s finest. This wasn’t about the country this was about history… we don’t need a qualified President, need a black President, we want to make history no matter the cost.

The media woke early after all of the votes were tallied; the strawberry alarm clock was throbbing. Chris Matthews, Charles Gibson, Keith Olberman, Andrea Mitchell and too many others to mention spent the evening in a Caligula style orgy of self-righteous, historic, awe-inspired, fantasy and reporting on the greatest day in American history. A day that for the last eight years, they and all of their colleagues from the liberal, George W. Bush-hating, leftwing, biased media had worked so hard to reach. The man who would be king, was king… no he was more than a king, he was the chosen one, a messiah of hope, a citizen of the world, a bringer of light to the darkness, and the conduit of “hope and change.”

The Democratic Party was also having a similar party with Harry Reid, Barney Frank and Nancy Pelosi all set for a Manage a Trois of power, brokering and spending that would go down in history. The Republicans had lost it all; The White House was gone, the Senate was gone, and the House was gone. The Democratic Party was given, for the first time in a long time the power of two of the three branches of Government. This was their time…

Barrack “the chosen one” Obama and his twelve apostles; Emanuel, Axelrod, Bernanke, Geithner, Dodd, Frank, Reid, Pelosi, Clinton, Napolitano, Sebelius, and Holder have broken bread in a Mass of socialist reform, they have drank from the cup of American blood, and are working diligently on behalf of themselves and history, ignoring the taxpayers that put them in office, to move us from the once great U.S.A to the U.S.S.A – the United Socialist States of America.

We find our selves on the brink of 2010… that alone seems hard to believe. But what is even harder to believe is where else we find ourselves. The country is teetering on the edge of an abyss; an abyss that, though deep into the depths and darkness, has a bottom. That bottom is the dismantling and destruction of the greatest, strongest country that was ever created.

The dollar is weak, yet we print money like it grows on trees. China owns more of America than Americans do. We are fighting a war on multiple fronts, and we are losing it on the home front – as we see by the recent Nigerian underwear bomber that was stopped by the passengers of the plane he was one, after flying from Amsterdam to Detroit Michigan. His father had warned several U.S. agencies about him, but he was still able to get on an international flight with out a passport.

Have we become so politically correct that we would rather allow a bomb toting terrorist that fits the profile to get on a plane, than risk the idea of hurting the feelings of people by profiling techniques. I don’t know about you, but I would rather be searched by the T.S.A. than be blown to smithereens by the “underwear bomber.” I guess we may have to remove more than our shoes before getting on a plane… clean underwear has never been more important.

I hope that it will not take another terrorist tragedy or a natural disaster for this Administration to begin taking their jobs seriously. But, alas I am afraid it probably will. Let’s all hope that 2010 won’t have to get worse before it gets better than 2009.

Robert Burns in 1788

Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
and never brought to mind ?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
and auld lang syne ?

For auld lang syne, my jo,
for auld lang syne,
we’ll tak a cup o’ kindness yet,
for auld lang syne.

And surely ye’ll be your pint-stowp !
and surely I’ll be mine !
And we’ll tak a cup o’ kindness yet,
for auld lang syne.

We twa hae run about the braes,
and pu’d the gowans fine ;
But we’ve wander’d mony a weary foot,
sin auld lang syne.

We twa hae paidl’d i’ the burn,
frae morning sun till dine ;
But seas between us braid hae roar’d
sin auld lang syne.

And there’s a hand, my trusty fiere !
and gie’s a hand o’ thine !
And we’ll tak a right gude-willy waught,
for auld lang syne.

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