I get the feeling that we the people have no idea what really goes on up there in that district of colombia;

that we the people really have no part in what goes on;

that Obama, so right, so real, so smart, so able, must have been told something that only the few are told, that only the few will ever know and that most of us dare not think about.

Why else would things be the way they are?

Why the obstruction when Obama has the momentum, the votes, the voice, the ear of the people?

Ahh, there must be something afoot, friends.

It all adds up when you just look at the what, where, how and why of it all.

The heroes and villains may just be pieces in a parlor game and the public, once again the poor gullible public, needs its truth to be more like its fiction and proceeds apace, believing the hype and sipping of that sweet, heady nectar.

And the bloated bastards discharge their divisive cant, telling us we’ll die if we do what we know is right, telling us our heart’s desires are sick, telling us our common sense is Satan.

And too many of us believe these doom prophets, too many of us bleed for our fictional heroes, too many of us thoughtlessly despise our fictional villains.

When the truth is as tragically simple as we might think when we’re alone with our thoughts and refrain momentarily from our all-consuming consuming and we look at the sneering and hear the jeering and smell the foul air and know that the truth is and always has been a mere hair’s breadth away from enlightening us, lightening us, then it becomes clear that our sense and our senses have been purposefully deadened by those enemies to truth, who have transcended normal expectation and now dwell on levels of awareness most will never reach.

Power is the ultimate level; to reach it is to reach God, to understand what God really is; to reach it is to become corrupt in the soul and regard the human experience as a perpetual experiment that fails, forever.

And at the end of the day, friends, we have allowed that to happen.