Thursday, November 15, 2012

A Plenary Reckoning

It is practically impossible to beat Santa Claus.  People are not going to vote against Santa Claus, especially if the alternative is being your own Santa Claus.~~Rush Limbaugh

“. . . the Republican Party, like today’s transfer-payment state, is endangered by tardiness in recognizing that demography is destiny.”


Immediately after Fox News called the re-election of President Obama as a done deal, I turned off the TV and went to sleep.  I soon found that sleep was hard to come by.  So I got out of bed and posted the following on my Facebook wall:


Obama won re-election.  Dyslexia prevailed over sanity one more time. I'm afraid the worst is yet to come.


It’s difficult to lick my wounds when I’ve not even been in the trenches.  So they are dancing on the streets.  They don’t even know it’s a funeral dance they are indulging in.  I guess it will be “Pilipinas here I come” for me just as soon as I can afford to renew my passport.


Earlier before the election, I confided to a few people whose opinion I value with the utmost respect, my speculation of relocating outside the U.S. should Pres. Obama win re-election.  The main reason has been that I really do not enjoy four more years of looking at President Obama’s face on TV, or elsewhere in the media.  I don’t cherish living the next four years aware of being consumed by the obsession to violate one of the Ten Commandments.


Two of the most logical destinations for such a move were Krakow, Poland, the city where my wife was born and raised.  It’s a very beautiful city exceedingly rich in cultural traditions.  It has more catholic churches than bars and night clubs.  She counts Copernicus amongst her favorite sons.  It however has the misfortune of being landlocked.  I have never lived more than an hour from the sea cost in my entire life.  I’m not about to start now.


The second option is the Philippines, the place I nostalgically refer to as “the old country.”  In particular, the southern part of Surigao del Norte province in the island of Mindanao where my parents bequeathed me a small parcel of land with specific instructions not to sell it off to anyone outside of the family blood line.  The parcel itself may not be promising as a farmland.  But it has some real possibilities as a gateway to some economic mineral deposits.  The main drawback is that my wife is allergic to tropical mosquitoes and she cannot stand the sight of pacific-size cockroaches, ever so abundant in the locale.  Moreover, she has innate difficulty in handling tropical humidity.


So unless I’m ready, willing, and eager to break up my family, which I am most definitely not, relocation should be out of the question.


Besides, after more than a week of consternation over losing the election, I have gotten hold of my senses to realize that the America I had signed in for had most definitely changed in demographics.  People of my temperament have been consigned to the edges of the statistical Bell Curve.  Ergo, now more than ever, my America needs me to fight for her rightful restoration from the likes of Barack Hussein Obama, the most egregious and despicable occupant of the Oval Office, throughout history immemorial.

The point is, this last best hope of man on earth is worth fighting for and I’m here to stay to give it my all.  May the force be with us till we prevail over this most vile incarnation of the devil.

1 comment:

  1. Yesterday I spent most of the day first at the District Court for traffic violations, then at the Social Security Administration district office in Long Island. The experience was quite overwhelming to witness a healthy slice of the Obamist America in action. I toiled mentally all night to conjure up enough strength to fight for the only country I consciously choose to be a part of.

    By and large, I think I succeded. Having posted this blog this morning was, to me at least, sufficient proof that I have a fighting chance. I think all I need is a regular dose of Rush Limbaugh and Mark Levine to get back into the swing of things and not be swept away by the inertia of dispair.