The New Man

So I was talking to the new man administering one of my funds as we attempted to figure out the interest after a withdrawl.

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He seemed like a nice guy but I detected a bit of a foreign accent. So we chatted a bit. He started off at a school in central Pennsylvania and then picked up a masters in economics from a school here in New England. Still puzzling over the accent yet surprised at his erudition and his concern for the client, me, in this case, I asked where he was from. He said he was from Liberia and his name is Mokele M----e who arrived here on a refugee visa and... Uncle Sap ( we, in other words), has paid for his education. Good ole Mokele is now watching some of my dough rise, hopefully. And it's Mokele, not a Mike nor an Evelyn or even a Maurice. I find it quite amazing that a gentleman from Africa, whose higher education I paid for, is now keeping an eye on my money because of our government's utterly fallacious goal of "diversity", because our current rulers are hustling for more refugees to turn them into instant Democrats after rolling the newcomers in vast US governmental emoluments, and then hoping that these employees will change the face and the financial status of these corporations and our country. And then it all became clear. The same government and president are oppressing us through outrageous taxes designed to denude the middle class and the rich alike of every last piece of investment paper and penny and make us wards of the state, while operating anti-Christian pogroms in America where the "new" G-men benevolently accept and in some cases even memorialize atheists and Muslims while pushing an Ivy League law school dean who openly espouses Shariah Law onto our highest court, and by placing so called constitutionally inimical "czars" outside the power of acceptable constitutional regulations and control where they can cause the most damage to our citizens, our former government, and our way of life. This president's tenure, his endless growth of the executive branch of government, and the operation of all elements of government as a cut-rate bazaar for his toadies and lackeys, must end. We can no longer afford the accompanying school of pilot fish of the ilk and make-up of known communists like Van Jones and Valerie Jarrett, or fellow travelers and dupes like the laughable Leon Panetta, who is cut from the same cloth as Mr. Jones and whose friends included known communists like Hugh DeLacey and Russian spies like Solomon Adler, once removed. Hey, the Democrats always offer a big tent. And Obama is a perfectly loquacious second rate ringmaster, in a new suit with a starched collar and club tie, in a tattered tent, mortgaged to the hilt, with teleprompters galore, a million friends, money coming in by the train car with some of it actually being recorded legally, his communist paladins doing yeoman's work (picture Bill Ayers and Bernardine Dohrn, if you will, rolling coins for Barry), John F. Kerry working the crowd in a top hat and tails, clutching a battered cardboard briefcase containing maps and a single cap from long ago, with George Soros paying for the party. But is all this left-wing socialist folderol still America? Or has our country under Mr. Obama devolved into a huge green jobs communist Kool-Aid machine where even scientists in the NASA global warming scam and many of the hacks in the Democrat party are on George Soros' payroll? Is Obama on Soros' payroll? Can I get on Soros' payroll? This is a far cry from Harry Truman and "the buck stops here." Nope today the buck is all but worthless, 40% of it's value is borrowed, whatever it's worth is it'll never stop on Obama's desk, he's too cool by far for Harry's anecdotes or to place a single on his desk in any form. You'll only find crisp, clean, new hundred's and fifty's in his wallet. Yup, way too cool to care about the little folks in steerage scrambling for a seat in a lifeboat while his staff gently lifts him from the burning wreck he has so gloriously bequeathed our future generations and places him, tidily, in Marine One, where he pulls the curtains on the final denouement of America. And as the chopper lifts him to safety he smiles and thinks of Frank Marshall Davis, Saul Alinsky, Billy Ayers, and the fun he had in his "missing" years and lights his first Cuban cigar of the flight.