Seventeen Trillion Dollars in Debt.
Obama increased our national debt to seventeen trillion dollars. There’s nothing else to say. There are no rationales nor excuses. If Keats were not talking about truth being beauty he might have said that our ridiculous debt is all “Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.”
If I slapped myself in the face for each dollar Obama added to our debt, I would be hitting myself until the Second Coming.
I am an enabler. I didn’t do enough to stop Obama from giving us his liberal, rhetorical fix. Philip Seymour Hoffman killed himself with a needle. Obama is turning us into dopes. His ideology is stupid. He substitutes opinion for pragmatism.
Obama’s spending is a disastrous poem. It echoes the tragedies of the Romantics. He has pressed the knife of his naïve ideology against the breast of America and he is about to insert it. The bloodshed will pour from our seventeen trillion dollar debt. His empathizing of the importance of income inequality will spill over into jealous, spiteful violence and potential misguided revolution.
Seventeen trillion dollars in debt is not a number. It’s a condition of failed administration. It reminds me of that old country song, “You load sixteen tons, what do you get/ Another day older and deeper in debt.” Deeper? Deepest is where the s…t hits the fan. Another rock star fails.
Remember when the Occupy Wall Street crowd threatened the Upper East Side. Obama supported it. We are a few blocks from harm.
He supported Trayvon Martin.
He supported Professor Gates.
He supported the Moslem Brotherhood.
He negotiated with Iran. He used John Kerry, a traitor against America during Vietnam, as his mouthpiece. Not that anyone could compete with his mouth.
What does seventeen trillion dollars mean? The incomprehensible has no meaning.
Obama smiles. Is he being warm or spiteful?
Obama likes to pretend that he is one of the people while he jets around in private planes, helicopters and limousines. He doesn’t know who he is. He is half-black, half-white, half-rich, half-poor. Yet he identifies only with his poor black side. Never true to himself; he is false to the world.
Instead of Obama healing the wounds between blue and red states, white and black pigmentation, he puts salt on them. He feels no gratitude for his being a minority and his becoming President. He is not surprised. He is Obama. He is beyond definition, tradition and limitations.
But let us discuss that we are seventeen trillion dollars in debt. There’s nothing to discuss. It is beyond comprehension. Our deficit is speechless before its own tragic waste.
What does it mean?
Nothing. That we are seventeen trillion times the fool. That those who elected Obama to two imperial reigns are the Democrat asses who rode Don Quixote to do battle with windmills.
And Obama thinks that he will get energy from solar and wind power. Is he Sancho Panza? Is he Al Gore pontificating while making deals with Al-Jazeera?
Seventeen trillion dollars.
Say that again. No need. It will repeat itself throughout our future bankrupt years. Its negativity will become a self-accusation.
It will be branded on the foreheads of progressives who can’t see past their own noses to the future.
Cyrano de Bergerac hid his nose. The Washington Post has already given Obama four Pinocchio’s for the Affordable HealthCare Program. I wish the Democrats’ would pick on Obama’s lying noses instead of the straw man Republicans.
Seventeen trillion dollars in debt. Wow. That’s one impressive failure. As De Niro said in Cape Fear, “Be afraid. Be very afraid.”