A Change Of Pace
Sarah against termites in the House of Freedom
Steele Coddington | October 15, 2008
A parable? It could be, as it is an allegorical story about a woman, designed to illustrate a truth. “It was the best of times, it was the worst of times,” as Dickens wrote in a Tale of Two Cities. That aptly describes the 2008 presidential campaign.
“The best . . .” because, like taking off a Halloween mask, the charade of liberal media propaganda , camouflaged as “news” or “information” is meeting its Yorktown, thanks to a courageous American woman from Alaska. The Governor, Sarah Palin, whose authentic message of truth echoes the Gospel of John – “The truth shall make you free” – is as inspirational as the empty leftist promise of “change” is fraudulent.
“The worst . . .” the unfortunate transmogrification of many ordinary, harmless liberals into radical leftist termites. Termites? Soft bodied social insects in the order of Isopteria, that collectively eat away the supporting framework of stable structures. Like termites, the infiltration of radicals and their perennial agenda of “change” has infected the honorable party of Harry Truman and John Kennedy.
New political strains of Isopteria have evolved into agitatoris communityensis, euphemistically described as organizers or ACORN – accurately describing Agitators Corrupting Order, Republic and Nation. They have infiltrated the wood, the framework of the Republic, disseminating collectivist propaganda intended to convert the naïve with false promises of “fairness.” Surely Janice Joplin, wherever she is, is singing “Freedom is just another word for nothing left to lose.” The Isopteria agitators are out registering criminals, illegals and the homeless to vote, protesting voter registration regulations as racist, following their role in forcing banks to make idiotic loans to the unqualified and inculcating leftist unions on how to get threatening in the face of opponents, using tactics more indigenous to the Soviet Union than democratic America – all tactics created by the now deceased termite ACORN leader Saul-the-radical Alinsky.
So greet, if you will, the newly proclaimed ruler of the Isopteria, a student of Saul-the-radical, friend and associate of American terrorist Bill Ayers, worshiper at the altar of Rev. Jeremiah Wright, preacher of Marxist black liberation theology loudly proclaiming the gospel of hate America. Welcome self described uniter, quick change artist and most liberal Senator in the U.S., who has somehow miraculously defied the age-old defining evaluation of character – “You can judge a man by his friends.” Yes, Americans’ warm propensity to take a man at his word and its inherent acceptance of people at face value, is always alive and well – until they experience the reality of falsehood pitched by the likes of snake oil artists, used car salesmen and shysters elected to Congress.
Can the new ruler of Isopteria really change America? Yes he can, in unimaginable ways, aided and abetted by a Congress of fellow termites with the lowest approval rating in history, described recently by former Congressman Barry Goldwater, Jr. as led by Nancy Pelosi, Barney Frank and Harry Reid, as dumb, dumber and dumbest.
Together, the Isopteria are capable of subverting and eating away the framework of the House of Freedom built around 1776. Is one super woman from Alaska, as the number one point person in exposing leftist subterfuge , sufficiently imbued with the truth, vision and courage of a Margaret Thatcher able to deliver the pest control solution needed to exterminate the foreign ideology which, if really understood could bring down the House of Freedom? If she isn’t, and we don’t listen, the hidden collective ideology of the radical left “Change America” Party would love to see traditional freedoms and a modern day Joan of Arc burned at the stake along with average American’s concept of what American really stands for.
My Mom used to cut chicken, chop eggs and spread mayo on the same cutting board with the same knife and no bleach, but we didn't seem to get food poisoning.
My Mom used to defrost hamburger on the counter AND I used to eat it raw sometimes, too. Our school sandwiches were wrapped in wax paper in a brown paper bag, not in ice-pack coolers, but I can't remember getting e.coli.
Almost all of us would have rather gone swimming in the lake instead of a pristine pool (talk about boring), no beach closures then.
The term cell phone would have conjured up a phone in a jail cell, and a pager was the school PA system..
We all took gym, not P.E. and risked permanent injury with a pair of high top Ked's (only worn in gym) instead of having cross-training athletic shoes with air cushion soles and built in light reflectors. I can't recall any injuries, but they must have happened because they tell us how much safer we are now.
Flunking gym was not an option, even for stupid kids! I guess P.E. must be much harder than gym.
Speaking of school, we all sang the national anthem, and staying in detention after school l caught all sorts of negative attention.
We must have had horribly damaged psyches. What an archaic health system we had then. Remember school nurses? Ours wore a hat and everything.
I thought that I was supposed to accomplish something before I was allowed to be proud of myself.
I just can't recall how bored we were without computers, Play Station, Nintendo, X-box or 270 digital TV cable stations.
Oh yeah ... and where was the Benadryl and sterilization kit when I got that bee sting? I could have been killed!
We played 'king of the hill' on piles of gravel left on vacant construction sites, and when we got hurt, Mom pulled out the 48-cent bottle of Mercurochrome (kids liked it better because it didn't sting like iodine did) and then we got our butt spanked.
Now it's a trip to the emergency room, followed by a 10-day dose of a $49 bottle of antibiotics, and then Mom calls the attorney to sue the contractor for leaving a horribly vicious pile of gravel where it was such a threat.
We didn't act up at the neighbor's house either because if we did, we got our butt spanked there and then we got butt spanked again when we got home.
I recall Greg Agee from next door coming over and doing his tricks on the front step, just before he fell off. Little did his Mom know that she could have owned our house. Instead, she picked him up and swatted him for being such a goof. It was a neighborhood run amuck.
To top it off, not a single person I knew had ever been told that they were from a dysfunctional family. How could we possibly have known that?
We needed to get into group therapy and anger management classes? We were obviously so duped by so many societal ills that we didn't even notice that the entire country wasn't taking Prozac! How did we ever survive?