A Parable for 2012

Reflections on 2012 Part One: A Political Parable for Our Times

I’m aware it’s very challenging to reflect on the future so this could more aptly be called Prognostications on 2012, which isn’t quite true either since my crystal ball is on the fritz. It could be called Hopes for 2012, although that doesn’t fit either since they are more than wild Wishin’s and a Hopin’s for 2012. So, we’ll stick with Reflections on 2012.

That’s a presidential election year, by the way, the first chance the 53% of Americans who voted for Barack Obama will have the opportunity to repent the error of their vote and the consequences it has had.

There’s a ton of reasons for their repentance already, from the president’s tax and economic policies which will put our kids and grandkids in hock up to their elbows, to his social policies pushing homosexuality, abortion, and socialized medicine, to his international policies of grovelling and apologizing to a world which should be thanking us for saving its sorry arse from tyranny and subjugation.

America will have its first shot at rectifying the grave errors of 2008 in the congressional elections of 2010 and it’s a very good shot. Obama’s approval ratings may still be high, 62% according to some polls but a CBS/New York Times poll two weeks ago gave Congress a 28%. More significantly, every poll shows that rating slipping further into the toilet.

There will be no coattails to hang onto in 2010.

Of course, there are the leftist hardliners and union people blinded by Obama’s flickering light who would vote Democratic if he wanted their daughters served up to him to provide lewinskys, as long as Dems continued Obama’s current efforts and continued to pay those unions back for their support last November. Then there are the overlapping 40%+ of the electorate that pay no income taxes and want their gravy train to keep on rolling.

That doesn’t leave an awful lot of the pie left for hungry conservatives and untainted Republicans, but it’s enough, especially considering new brides.

What?

This first reflection on 2012 isn’t claimed as original. I believe I first heard it from Rush Limbaugh and it centers on what could be called the “New Blushing Bride Theory.” Let’s call that bride Suzie, for no special reason. I offer my elaboration on said postulation in the form of a political parable:

Suzie wasn’t exactly the shiniest crayon in the box but she was essentially a good and caring person, even if she were a tad on the flighty side. She had been disillusioned by her first love, let’s call him Bubba, and had generally been unhappily in love for a number of years.

Then she met a new guy way back in 2000, a new heart throb, let’s call him George, who swept her off her feet. However, he didn’t work out and she felt neglected, if not abused.

Suzie had married George and all seemed wondrous for a number of years. A major crisis arose in 2001 and he dealt with it professionally and admirably. Even her buddies who had never cared much for George conceded that and Suze was extraordinarily proud of him.

They renewed their vows four years later and all was going along relatively swimmingly even if George had this penchant for profligacy. On top of that, it seemed that everything she heard about him was bad, that he was stupid, insensitive, and a bully. The fact he always seemed to mangle what he was talking about at first seemed cute but came to weigh on her.

When George started playing games with her bank account, spending her money as if it were his, Suzie gradually lost confidence in him. And the couple’s financial situation worsened.

By 2008, she had lost her job, their finances were in an atrocious mess, and Suzie and George were spatting constantly. As noted, she was a bit flighty, fickle, in fact, and she began dreaming of being rescued by a knight on a white horse, or something like that.

A veritable miracle then occurred: That knight in shining but tarnished armor did came along, let’s call him Barry.

She didn’t personally know much about Barry but everyone was saying how great he was and whenever she saw him her heart again went all pittypat, just as it had with George but with even more intense pittying and pattying.

Long story short: . . .(Read the rest of this parable and its meaning at http://genelalor.com/)