The enormous 886 foot long hydrogen filled zeppelin, the Klintonburg, launched with such great fanfare not long ago, heralded by every traveling enthusiast as the greatest and most far reaching of any politically driven Deus ex machine conceived by man or woman, is experiencing grave mechanical difficulties.
Once able to cruise high above the stormy weather which afflicts too many other contraptions of a lesser design, the mighty Klintonburg is now being routinely buffeted by political currents once thought to be highly favorable to its passage.
Where this once mighty contrivance for all ages and all times was routinely praised for its habiliments, its design and its relative speed, it is now seen, in a growing number of leading journals and by televised commentators, as superannuated and out of touch.
Its captain, whose picture has routinely graced every leading domestic and foreign travel magazine of note and who was once thought to be the greatest manager alive, the grandest leader, to possess the keenest intellect of all the zeppelin commanders, the most prescient of living beings, a fine aviation lawyer, is now routinely glossed over for the sake of an upstart hell bent on the promulgation of outlandish climate theories.
Yes, the once mighty Sky Captain, who floated through the clouds above us all with an ethereal motion propelled by a motive force far beyond our combined comprehensions, has become more mortal in the recent telling.
and Sky Captain's plans for us in her world of tomorrow - where we'd work in her gigantic factories, slaving away on her enormous centralized plans in medical care, in providing a standard of living for immigrants far above our own, working on her gargantuan robots, where our criminal overseers would control access to the life's necessities, where her gigantic picture would loom over our barracks and our streets — may be fading as she begins her stuttering plunge in the massive Klintonburg zeppelin.
This is not to say that her home ports are not supporting her journeys and her travails enthusiastically — they are. From Buffalo, to Skaneateles, to Oxford, and Sanitaria Springs, Sky Captain's reputation and glory are untouchable. Her home state of New York has crowned her and they remain her abject vassals, if not her serfs.
But lately, her staunchest allies have turned on her, once favored press from the faraway port of Los angeles and their Times, and even the home port New York Times has been retreating on her greater ambitions.
Even the once easily pocketable pundits like Chris Matthews and David Gregory, despite their awkward breakdowns and once supine bootlicking, who had carried the water for Sky Captain through so many storms, seem to be hedging their bets and groveling for favor before that will-‘o-the wisp and obsequious metrosexual al Gore.
and Mr. Gore seems to be picking up considerable positive press, with turncoats galore going over to his side in the dead of night, and then striking the next day in the papers, despite his cheap manifestations of scholarship and that cheap movie culled out of a slide show. How come he's doing so well and She's on the back slide? He never completed a graduate degree.
and what about all the polls which put her way ahead a few months ago and which have all gone negative lately? Is somebody cooking the books? are the liberal newspapers and the wax paper pundits and the dolorous traitors at the drive by media push polling like she always did? are they stealing chapter and verse out of her best selling books?
Now, as the drone of the six huge engines fills the air, as the thunderstorm approaches, as the lightning flashes illuminate the sumptuous cabins on the huge airship, as peals of thunder jar passengers and crew alike, the Klintonburg descends for its arrival in Lakehurst, New Jersey, for Sky Captain's latest speaking engagement.
In this attempt by her handlers and her staff to resurrect her plans for the presidency and beyond unfolds, handlers on the ground notice a lick of flame, high, near the apex of the gigantic tail, denoted by a huge K.
Gongs ring throughout the mammoth ship, sending fire crews running to their stations, while Sky Captain remains on the bridge of the once powerful zeppelin as it slowly deflates, shouting orders to one and all aboard in a last vain attempt to right the sinking dirigible.
Will Sky Captain get her zeppelin back on track and regain her earlier and commanding lead in the all out race for the country's leadership?
Or will the dirigible continue to sink in a fiery death spiral ending Sky Captain's hopes?
On the ground, the emergency crews gather for the impending crash and an MSNBC announcer cries, "Oh, the humanity!" and tears up Sky Captain's retouched photo.
But don't count her out too soon.
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