Everybody is chasing approval, everywhere, all the time.
So it should come as no surprise that the happy go lucky vagrants parading through the hustings are chasing the same jealous genie, and getting better at it, too, the more they march and change attires. and following their every promenade they can more clearly taste the fruits of full citizenship while lining up to kiss the soft tender meaty hands and the impressive rings of that doughty triumvirate of red hot salesmen--Ted Kennedy, arlen Specter and John McCain, who beckon them like the music of the Sirens, who pulled Ulysses toward the rocks with promises to keep.
at first these unruly mobs of protestors, angry at a fate that might force them to behave and buckle beneath the laws that seem to govern only us, to go through the unfair paperwork that dogs so many suckers attempting to obtain our citizenship by rule of law, which might serve to keep the convicted criminals of all types out, waved just the flag of Mexico while they denigrated our own precious flag, which has flown over Iwo Jima, Hue City and Valley Forge.
Not content to merely wave their sainted flag, which represents their precious country, steeped in democracy, where all is always fair and just, where every visiting american is afforded every right allowed them here, they were often seen hanging Old Glory upside down, or dragging it in the street accompanied with the wild cries of derision and native curses and promises to reclaim most of our america.
But in the course of a few short days of sudden media understanding--from hidden cadres, libertine cinematic experts, inserted Democratic shills and liberal messengers looking for millions of eager voters--they have changed their tactics and now appear the precious blameless malleable innocent sheep the US Senate demands they be. Thousands of crisp new US flags have appeared for the ever present cameras, while the Mexican flag has remained hanging at home or in our public school rooms, resting under the proper lights.
The apples are being polished. Pumpkins are being dusted. Shoes and sneakers, alike, are being buffed to the highest gloss. The crisp white shirts and blouses of purity have replaced those with almost illegible and appalling magic marker curses. Jail house tattoos are covered with the sacred white of saints. The fist has been replaced by hands held closely in prayer. Screeching thugs have morphed into priests. a wild mob now appears to be a religious pilgrimage led by a saint held aloft by a party of the faithful. The fiesta has changed from an all night rave to a peaceful congregation seeking redemption. Bandanna covered faces transpose to rosary covered fingers. Thousands of vile screaming foreign ruffians have become simple peasants pleading for a calm redress of their many grievances. Cries of hatred become a begging for the old folks, for education, for the little kids, for the smallest handout.
and our simple senators, sensing this sea change, with no sense or recognition of special effects, of comic opera, of sets and make-up, of Hollywood, of smoke and mirrors, of the underlying message, of the cruelty on the border, of the madness on the street, of the lies swimming below the placid surface, of the wholesale cheapening of america, will open their arms to this far more huggable version of the illegal immigrant and overlook the criminals picking their way through the crowds and smile.
Yes, the rapid turnaround of this image is bound to have a great affect on the great cloud touching intellects--who see the aeons beyond our tiny lives-- running loose in the sacred halls of the Senate. There you will find a different brand of barnyard animal. Many obtuse blinkered rams running amok among the golden coated sheep--all with the power to fleece us, while cloaking the criminal aliens in the expensive finery of their choosing.
So far those demonstrating for the illegal population have done so well. They have changed their plans and means of attack. They have exchanged their tools and are now playing to the progressive press, prostrating themselves before the Senate, prancing in front of the liberal icons, dancing before the cameras and singing in front of the children--all while freshly wrapping themselves in the american flag, the representation of those who will continue to pay for this madness at large, in the Senate and on the streets.
america is quite a country. Today our citizenship is for sale for the short money. and those who are buying it are cloaking themselves, in a few short days, in the clothing of Washington, Jefferson and Lincoln, while they polish the Senate's apples, dust the Senate's pumpkins and shine before the captive cameras.
Sadly, I bet the Senate'll wash their hands in the manner of a willing Judas in their haste to drag them all on to our faltering ship of state. and once aboard, these performers in our brave new world will remove their make-up, throw our flag away, eat the shiny apple and cut up the dusted pumpkins for feed.
Fruit of the poisoned tree always goes bad--unnoticed by the banal hucksters drifting on the peaceful sleep of a finished sale and on the losing tides of time.
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