Yup, we've all learned that good old David Plouffe, that work horse for President Obama, has been led out of the stable, dusted off, and put back in his harness because, well, after Massachusetts seceded from the progressive fold and voted for an honest, well at least so far, working man named Scott Brown, it is time again for a new look to be formed from the same tired, old clammy clay.
And it is the rich red clay of Al Franken, Dick Turban, Russ Feingold and his new "Bill of Rights", Nancy Pelosi and her custom Air Force jet, Harry Reid and our bridge to his own land on the far side of the River of No Return, and "Honest" John Murtha, who never met a soldier or Marine he wasn't ready to throw under a bus or in front of an IED after a long wild attributory diatribe full of prevarications designed to wound his former comrades as egregiously as he could.
Mr. Brown, who is the senator-elect for the open people's senate seat in the storied Commonwealth where the seat was held for entirely too long by the other half of the once famous Chris Dodd waitress sandwich, Ted Kennedy, stands for an end to the obscene Democratic health care Hydra, which offered us a quick 111 new government agency heads to keep a honest man away from his doctor, adequate care, and half-way credible insurance. Of course Brown is also for national defence; an end to Eric Holder's toadying up to those that want to kill us by offering them everything including lawyers, guns, money, and a jumbo loan from Chris Dodd's Countrywide; secret one-party deals reached behind closed doors; and the end of Obama's reach into every cookie jar, kid's piggy bank, car dealership, and every honest profit - no matter how small.
Ayuh, Mr. Plouffe, is the new decorator of Mr. Obama's old Marxist home, which is back on the market after a few days of rage.
The question for all of us is whether Mr. Plouffe, using all his powers, like the Godfather told the mortician when it was time to put Sonny Corleone back together after he ate death from a row of full-auto Thompson .45 caliber submachine guns, can change the seemingly new course found with Mr. Brown's sudden victory, Ms. Martha Coakley's long slide into oblivion, and Mr. Obama's dogged personal pursuit of America's financial, military, and religious ruination.
And yet, when one steps back from Mr. Obama's old home and the light is just right, you can just make out the faint red paint on the clapboards beneath the new coats of whitewash. It is the same red found on the Soviet flag, absent the hammer and sickle. It is the same color as the red found on Red China's flag. It is the red color of progressivism, as Ed Asner once quaintly termed it all. It is the red of oppression.
However, that red shares no common pigments with Old Glory, the flag which draped my great uncle's coffin after he fell from the effects of German phosgene gas while serving with the 42nd Rainbow Division's artillery in WW I under Brigadier General Douglas MacArthur, where he was ordered to put the gas masks on his horses before he put on his own. The red hue beneath the whitewash shares no pigments with the stripes on the flag which flew above the bridge on my old man's ship, the LST-308, on D-Day. And that slight reddish hue shares nothing in common with the flag Betsy Ross crafted by hand, with a needle and thread, a facsimile of which flies in my front yard over England's Red Ensign, a reminder of my family's Revolutionary history.
Today, Mr. Plouffe will either work for or against the great tides of history. America is the prize. Will Obama and his sweeping agenda or our citizens and their precious Constitution eke out the victory? We have until November to find out.
John Burtis is a former Broome County, NY firefighter, a retired Santa Monica, CA, police officer. He obtained his BA in European History at Boston University and is fluent in German. He resides in NH with his wife, Betsy.
