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Gordon Greene - November 3rd, 2008
The Terrible Tax of the Turnip...
(A story of twechewy and intwigue)
(A story of twechewy and intwigue)
Shadows enveloped the castle as evening fell.
Each night, as the night before, and the night before that, the occupants of this dark place arose from their daily slumber to convene in the "Place of Meeting", where they would feast upon their ill-gotten gain… the blood of blameless turnips. You see; what flesh without soul desires more than anything is to bleed the turnip until there is nothing left to bleed.
However, their conversation this night was more solemn than any assembled could remember.
"Our chief bwood suppwy is in twubble. Fannie Mae and Fweddie Mac are vewwy cwose to faiwing. If this should happen we might be deemed wesponsible. Fwankwy, I'm afwaid the tuwnips may wevolt!" Cwied… I mean, cried Barney Frank.
"Not to mention all the votes we've acquired assuring low-cost loans to constituents with no apparent capacity to make good on their aforementioned agreed requisite status". Barack Obama smirked smugly at the thought of his well-planned but badly constructed statement.
"What'd the big-eared kid say?" Bill Clinton said with a puzzled look.
"That 'kid' is about to be the next Emporer, if we don't screw this thing up, Billy boy." The booming voice was that of the Dark Lord. The hooded figure strode, almost floated into the room. His black cape pushed slightly to the side as his evil minion, Nancy Pelosi snuggled close to his hairy ear, and in an evil whisper she hissed, "Shall I dispense with Bill, the Grey now, sire? He is good for naught but…" Dark Lord interrupted her by placing a crooked finger gently to Nancy's rigid, plastic lips. He shook his head gently as if to say, "You'll have your chance, my pretty."
Meanwhile, sitting in the corner playing a quiet game of solitaire was Alan Greenspan who kept mumbling to himself, "I do not know these people… I share no personal responsibility."
"I need change fo' duh snack machine..." whined Barney. "Whews dat Fwankin Waines when you need him? He's always good fo' a buck!"
"That fat fella sure does talk funny." "Shut up, Bill!" Hillary Clinton shrieked stealing up Barack's ash tray and flinging it across the room.
Quiet until now (for him, that is), Barack rose swiftly and lifted his hand. Noticing an American Flag in the same general direction his hand pointed to, he quickly put it back down, cleared his throat and called everyone to attention. "Now let me get one thing clear here, people!" his pre-pubescent voice broke. "In case you're wondering, I am in charge! If there's ever gonna be any hope for change, or a change that will bring hope to a hopeful, changing world… and if there's ever gonna be change you can believe in that really is changeful hopity hope, it's gotta start and end with Barrack No-Middle-Name Obama… (That's me)." He leaned in and whispered, pointing to his chest. "Now all of you need to shut your pie-holes and… uh, I mean… uhh… uhh…"
"Not funny, Bill... "Hillary said, plugging the teleprompter back in. "Chill, Hill." "quipped Bill. "Just playin' a little game I like to call, 'Fun with Hussein.'"
"Now you can call me 'Barack', or you can call me 'Barry', or you can call me 'Obama'… but you doesn't have to call me 'Hussein'."
Suddenly, Dark Lord snapped his spiny fingers. It was as the sound of thunder… as the rumbling subsided, his gesture had the desired effect and silenced the babbling crowd. Dark Lord began,
"As we speak, the turnips are assembling outside the castle walls. They are many in number and, until now our power has only been as great as what they have afforded… Now, a deal must be struck. We must not be too hasty though, my subjects. I prefer to see this as an opportunity. As you may already know, I have been granted by the Supreme's… yes; those Supreme's, the ability to transform day to night and truth to lie. Yet, they will cause irreparable harm to our dark causes should we not give them exactly what they desire. Nancy, I have chosen you to be my emissary for a time and you have served me well. You must convince the turnips there is no way to repair the supposed damage done by our hands other than to grant us more power, money and control. We have spent many decades proving by our unrelenting taxing of the turnips that you can, indeed get blood from them… it is up to those assembled here to assure our success for the greater social 'good'!"
"Here here!!!" Shouts of elation and conciliation filled the chambers. Even Greenspan hobbled onto his spindly legs as they all cried, "A chicken in every pot, and pot for every chicken!"
At that, Dark Lord removed his hood to reveal the horribly disfigured face of the one known as "Warren, the Wretched." Rising upon a cloud of adulation, he soared about the room finally taking his place on The Great Throne. His wicked laughter mingled with their praises and filled the halls of the castle. At once, and with no call for attention, they ceased their shouting and turned toward their leader. Warren, the Wretched paused, gazing intently into their eyes. Speaking now; not in words but directly into the hearts of the willing he said, reassuringly, "It was our plan all along…"
Barack Hussein Obama:
"'If you talk to Warren (Buffet), he'll tell you his preference is not to meddle in the economy at all - let the market work, however way it's going to work, and then just tax the heck out of people at the end and just redistribute it," Obama said. "That way you're not impeding efficiency, and you're achieving equity on the back end.' He continued by saying that he thought there was some merit in Buffett's argument."
CLICK HERE FOR NYTIMES SOURCE
Each night, as the night before, and the night before that, the occupants of this dark place arose from their daily slumber to convene in the "Place of Meeting", where they would feast upon their ill-gotten gain… the blood of blameless turnips. You see; what flesh without soul desires more than anything is to bleed the turnip until there is nothing left to bleed.
However, their conversation this night was more solemn than any assembled could remember.
"Our chief bwood suppwy is in twubble. Fannie Mae and Fweddie Mac are vewwy cwose to faiwing. If this should happen we might be deemed wesponsible. Fwankwy, I'm afwaid the tuwnips may wevolt!" Cwied… I mean, cried Barney Frank.
"Not to mention all the votes we've acquired assuring low-cost loans to constituents with no apparent capacity to make good on their aforementioned agreed requisite status". Barack Obama smirked smugly at the thought of his well-planned but badly constructed statement.
"What'd the big-eared kid say?" Bill Clinton said with a puzzled look.
"That 'kid' is about to be the next Emporer, if we don't screw this thing up, Billy boy." The booming voice was that of the Dark Lord. The hooded figure strode, almost floated into the room. His black cape pushed slightly to the side as his evil minion, Nancy Pelosi snuggled close to his hairy ear, and in an evil whisper she hissed, "Shall I dispense with Bill, the Grey now, sire? He is good for naught but…" Dark Lord interrupted her by placing a crooked finger gently to Nancy's rigid, plastic lips. He shook his head gently as if to say, "You'll have your chance, my pretty."
Meanwhile, sitting in the corner playing a quiet game of solitaire was Alan Greenspan who kept mumbling to himself, "I do not know these people… I share no personal responsibility."
"I need change fo' duh snack machine..." whined Barney. "Whews dat Fwankin Waines when you need him? He's always good fo' a buck!"
"That fat fella sure does talk funny." "Shut up, Bill!" Hillary Clinton shrieked stealing up Barack's ash tray and flinging it across the room.
Quiet until now (for him, that is), Barack rose swiftly and lifted his hand. Noticing an American Flag in the same general direction his hand pointed to, he quickly put it back down, cleared his throat and called everyone to attention. "Now let me get one thing clear here, people!" his pre-pubescent voice broke. "In case you're wondering, I am in charge! If there's ever gonna be any hope for change, or a change that will bring hope to a hopeful, changing world… and if there's ever gonna be change you can believe in that really is changeful hopity hope, it's gotta start and end with Barrack No-Middle-Name Obama… (That's me)." He leaned in and whispered, pointing to his chest. "Now all of you need to shut your pie-holes and… uh, I mean… uhh… uhh…"
"Not funny, Bill... "Hillary said, plugging the teleprompter back in. "Chill, Hill." "quipped Bill. "Just playin' a little game I like to call, 'Fun with Hussein.'"
"Now you can call me 'Barack', or you can call me 'Barry', or you can call me 'Obama'… but you doesn't have to call me 'Hussein'."
Suddenly, Dark Lord snapped his spiny fingers. It was as the sound of thunder… as the rumbling subsided, his gesture had the desired effect and silenced the babbling crowd. Dark Lord began,
"As we speak, the turnips are assembling outside the castle walls. They are many in number and, until now our power has only been as great as what they have afforded… Now, a deal must be struck. We must not be too hasty though, my subjects. I prefer to see this as an opportunity. As you may already know, I have been granted by the Supreme's… yes; those Supreme's, the ability to transform day to night and truth to lie. Yet, they will cause irreparable harm to our dark causes should we not give them exactly what they desire. Nancy, I have chosen you to be my emissary for a time and you have served me well. You must convince the turnips there is no way to repair the supposed damage done by our hands other than to grant us more power, money and control. We have spent many decades proving by our unrelenting taxing of the turnips that you can, indeed get blood from them… it is up to those assembled here to assure our success for the greater social 'good'!"
"Here here!!!" Shouts of elation and conciliation filled the chambers. Even Greenspan hobbled onto his spindly legs as they all cried, "A chicken in every pot, and pot for every chicken!"
At that, Dark Lord removed his hood to reveal the horribly disfigured face of the one known as "Warren, the Wretched." Rising upon a cloud of adulation, he soared about the room finally taking his place on The Great Throne. His wicked laughter mingled with their praises and filled the halls of the castle. At once, and with no call for attention, they ceased their shouting and turned toward their leader. Warren, the Wretched paused, gazing intently into their eyes. Speaking now; not in words but directly into the hearts of the willing he said, reassuringly, "It was our plan all along…"
Barack Hussein Obama:
"'If you talk to Warren (Buffet), he'll tell you his preference is not to meddle in the economy at all - let the market work, however way it's going to work, and then just tax the heck out of people at the end and just redistribute it," Obama said. "That way you're not impeding efficiency, and you're achieving equity on the back end.' He continued by saying that he thought there was some merit in Buffett's argument."
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In this post there are two different texts I am going to reference concerning a quote by Michelle Obama... in my estimation she was absolutely giving a nod to Obama's Muslim background.
I have no idea if he is still Muslim, but this definitely seems like an outstretched hand at the very least.
Michelle Obama:
"There's this beautiful thing about my husband," she said. "He thinks he can really do everything, he does, with his own power and will." Original Link
"With his own power and will." This is an odd thing for a Christian to say seeing that one of the fundamental beliefs in Christianity is that we accomplish what we do through the will of God and only through His power! So what could have prompted such a statement from the wife of someone running for President of the United States?
Link Text http://www.al-islam.org/adl_ilahi/4.htm
"O Abu Hanifah, there are only three imaginable sources: either the roan himself is the originator of his action; or God is the doer of that action; or both together are the originators of that action. Now if God is the doer of the actions of man, then why does He inflict punishment on man for the sins? Is it not injustice (zulm)? And Allah says, "Verily Allah is not unjust to His creatures." And if both man and God are partners in that crime, then is it not gross injustice that the powerful partner (i.e., God) punishes the weaker partner (i.e., man) for an action which both of them performed together? And as these two alternatives are proved to be illogical and impossible, the third theory is proved to be correct that man does his actions by his own power and will." [8]
Link Text http://www.al-islam.org/shiism/7.htm
The Shi'a school of thought maintains the belief that all the prophets of Allah, from Adam (pbuh) to Muhammad (pbuh&hf), as well as the twelve successors to the Holy Prophet Muhammad (pbuh&hf) and his daughter Lady Fatima al-Zahra' (pbut), were infallible throughout their entire lives and never committed any type of sin that would dissatisfy Allah. The clearest way to see this point is to consider that these people were the examples sent for humanity to follow, and so if they committed errors, people would be obliged to follow even their errors, thereby rendering the prophets and messengers unreliable. Infallibility means protection, and, in Islamic terminology, means the spiritual grace of Allah enabling a person to abstain from sins by his own free will. The power of infallibility or sinlessness does not make a person incapable of committing sins; rather, he refrains from sins and mistakes by his own power and will.
Link Text http://www.geocities.com/bestalma/christianity_islam.htm
A unique characteristic of all the prophets and messengers is that they were infallible - that is, they never committed any sin. The easiest way to see this is to consider that these people were the examples sent for humanity to follow, and so if they committed errors, people would be obliged to follow their errors, thereby making the prophets and messengers untrustable. Infallibility means protection, and, in Islamic terminology, means the spiritual grace of Allah enabling a person to abstain from sins by his own free will. This power of infallibility and sinlessness does not make a person incapable of committing sins; rather, he refrains from sins and mistakes by his own power and will.
I would love to say I'm studied enough in the Muslim faith just to speak intelligently on the text itself, but being a Christian I have spent more time on the Word of God, which makes it plain that God is my source and my strength and that anything I do on my own power will only fail.
I have no idea if he is still Muslim, but this definitely seems like an outstretched hand at the very least.
Michelle Obama:
"There's this beautiful thing about my husband," she said. "He thinks he can really do everything, he does, with his own power and will." Original Link
"With his own power and will." This is an odd thing for a Christian to say seeing that one of the fundamental beliefs in Christianity is that we accomplish what we do through the will of God and only through His power! So what could have prompted such a statement from the wife of someone running for President of the United States?
Link Text http://www.al-islam.org/adl_ilahi/4.htm
"O Abu Hanifah, there are only three imaginable sources: either the roan himself is the originator of his action; or God is the doer of that action; or both together are the originators of that action. Now if God is the doer of the actions of man, then why does He inflict punishment on man for the sins? Is it not injustice (zulm)? And Allah says, "Verily Allah is not unjust to His creatures." And if both man and God are partners in that crime, then is it not gross injustice that the powerful partner (i.e., God) punishes the weaker partner (i.e., man) for an action which both of them performed together? And as these two alternatives are proved to be illogical and impossible, the third theory is proved to be correct that man does his actions by his own power and will." [8]
Link Text http://www.al-islam.org/shiism/7.htm
The Shi'a school of thought maintains the belief that all the prophets of Allah, from Adam (pbuh) to Muhammad (pbuh&hf), as well as the twelve successors to the Holy Prophet Muhammad (pbuh&hf) and his daughter Lady Fatima al-Zahra' (pbut), were infallible throughout their entire lives and never committed any type of sin that would dissatisfy Allah. The clearest way to see this point is to consider that these people were the examples sent for humanity to follow, and so if they committed errors, people would be obliged to follow even their errors, thereby rendering the prophets and messengers unreliable. Infallibility means protection, and, in Islamic terminology, means the spiritual grace of Allah enabling a person to abstain from sins by his own free will. The power of infallibility or sinlessness does not make a person incapable of committing sins; rather, he refrains from sins and mistakes by his own power and will.
Link Text http://www.geocities.com/bestalma/christianity_islam.htm
A unique characteristic of all the prophets and messengers is that they were infallible - that is, they never committed any sin. The easiest way to see this is to consider that these people were the examples sent for humanity to follow, and so if they committed errors, people would be obliged to follow their errors, thereby making the prophets and messengers untrustable. Infallibility means protection, and, in Islamic terminology, means the spiritual grace of Allah enabling a person to abstain from sins by his own free will. This power of infallibility and sinlessness does not make a person incapable of committing sins; rather, he refrains from sins and mistakes by his own power and will.
I would love to say I'm studied enough in the Muslim faith just to speak intelligently on the text itself, but being a Christian I have spent more time on the Word of God, which makes it plain that God is my source and my strength and that anything I do on my own power will only fail.
By His Own Power and Will... (Obama's Muslim?)