I sat in the room, squirming uncomfortably in my wooden chair. There were many people around me, hundreds of them, all elected officials and even a few Supreme Court Justices. And we all had one important thing in common. We had forsaken our values and sold our souls to the devil.
The next man stood up and strode sheepishly to the podium. He was a tall man, but, somehow, his stature seemed diminished in the dim light of the smoke-filled room. When he spoke, the room hushed.
“Hi. My name is John, and I am Barack Obama’s bitch.”
The rest of the room responded passively.
“Hello, John.”
And there it was. Finally, someone had put it into words.
What does America do when two branches of government bend over, and wait passively while the President puts on his rubber gloves (standard TSA issue) and reaches for the Vaseline? Now, before you jump all over me, I mean no disrespect to Vaseline, after all it has many practical and noble uses. But … still, the very idea that Barack Obama runs rough-shod over our Supreme Court and our Congress, seems appalling to me. (Now, John, you’re going to feel a little pinch, but try to hold still until I’m done.)
The man at the podium looked down, engulfed in his shame before continuing.
“I can’t exactly remember the first time Barack did it to me. Perhaps it was on the first stimulus bill, I don’t know. But after a while things just seem to blend together. After all, you can only be stimulated so many times before the thrill is gone.”
John reached back to rub his butt and winced in recollection.
“We’ve had so many continuing resolutions that I can’t count them all. And look how many times we voted to repeal ObamaCare. It’s not like I just bent over right away and cooperated. I fought this guy for a long time. But … after a few years I just felt like I needed to take one for the team. So I did it. I turned my head and coughed and Barack Obama has been examining me ever since.”
I looked over to my left and saw a man slumped over in his chair weeping uncontrollably. He looked familiar to me, and then it hit me. I’d seen him at many a TEA party meeting before. I wondered what course of events had brought the man so low. John started talking again so I turned back to the stage.
“At first I felt like I was doing something noble, like I was outsmarting him politically. I just thought, Hey, I’ll have to compromise here in order to get what I want later on. It’s for the greater good. I’ll give in here and then Barack can give in next time. But next time never came. One compromise led to another and another and another. And then just the other night while watching Lord of the Rings it all came clear to me. Sauron does not share power!”
I felt the room tense up, much like a moose’s butt in fly season. (Or, in this case, John’s butt in the oval office.) And then we all realized collectively that John was right. We had all compromised and gained nothing in return. John lowered his head and skulked away into the night.
Over five years ago I wrote “Our country is at a crossroads, and the decision we make this fall will forever dominate our destiny.” I was right, and now the cross roads are behind us. Again and again good people have compromised their principles, their morals, and their beliefs in order to get along or to avoid conflict. In doing so America has gone the way of Sodom.
There is only one thing that can save America now, and it has nothing to do with politics or the ballot box. It does no good to elect honest men and then send them to the Washington District of Contamination where they are eventually corrupted.
It’s time to pray.
It’s time to repent.
And then it’s time to get rowdy.
Many centuries ago the people of Israel were facing the same consequences as America. And the Lord God Jehovah came to King Solomon, the wisest man on earth and made this promise:“If my people, who are called by my name, will humble themselves and pray and seek my face and turn from their wicked ways, then I will hear from heaven, and I will forgive their sin and will heal their land.”
We are living in the modern age of hubris, where the one True God has been replaced with the god of self-gratification. To turn from God is to turn toward Satan, and the lord Satan is a very harsh taskmaster. And Satan, like Barack Obama, has an endless supply of Vaseline. So, America, you have two choices:
1. Repent and seek the Lord God Almighty; or …
2. Bend over and grab your ankles.
The choice is clear, and the choice is yours. But as for me and my house, we bend over for no man.
We will serve the Lord.
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