The Patriot Post® · Something Like This Will Never Happen Again

By Albert Maslar ·
https://patriotpost.us/commentary/23106-something-like-this-will-never-happen-again-2014-02-03

Maslar Mantra says it all, as heard on the news nearly every day: “There is no end of ‘new things,’ mostly worse, And some beyond imagination, That happen, can, and will happen, Requiring steps to be taken to insure that ‘SOMETHING LIKE THIS WILL NEVER HAPPEN AGAIN.’”

As far as the Republic is concerned, which is America as designed by the Founders, what might be the steps to be taken so that “SOMETHING LIKE THIS (Obama) WILL NEVER HAPPEN AGAIN?” The damage is so excessive and the rot so pervasive that like Detroit abandoned houses purchased by investors can justify the investment only if they are treated as teardowns and rebuilt solidly from scratch. And so it might be that the U.S. is in such bad shape morally, fiscally, and employment, that the U.S. can only be considered to be a teardown.

Back in the DC White House sits, when not jetting on either the campaign or vacation trails, President Barack Obama, perhaps the most unqualified and probably the worst President in the history of the United States.

The problem is the Brazilian author Paulo Coelho theory, “Everything that happens once can never happen again. But everything that happens twice will surely happen a third time.” Taking that to a logical extreme, Barack Hussein Obama was, unluckily for America, twice wrongly elected to the Presidency of the United States.

Events that occurred during the Barrack Obama first presidential term should have been a turnoff to the electorate, but then “A funny thing happened on the way to the forum.” An Obama opponent, though qualified, refused to throw the blow to oust this “Stranger in Paradise.”

“Take my hand; I’m a stranger in paradise: All lost in a wonderland; A stranger in paradise; If I stand starry-eyed; That’s a danger in paradise.”

Taking a page out of Westerns, when a lone stranger rides into town raises questions no one is asking except for Sheriff Joe Arpaio, known as “America’s Toughest Sheriff” who asks many questions. Who is the stranger? Where did he come from? Why is he here? Is the stranger who he says he is? Does he have job prospects? What are his credentials? What are his job qualifications?

Turns out the stranger is not quite who he says he is, and requests for information from where he says he comes from turn out to be inadequate, incomplete, leaving room for doubt and wonder. Why the secrecy from schools the stranger attended? Secrets generally mean there is good cause for the secrecy, papering over a dastardly past.

Why the Social Security number of the stranger seems to have been issued in Connecticut, a place the stranger has not previously been to. Sheriff Arpaio deduces that if everything about the stranger is secret, what good can the stranger be up to? Job applicants are supposed to give honest information to the prospective employer, but strangely, there was no information on the job application, but the stranger got the job anyway, and then was rehired for four more years.

Not to worry; the innocent will be punished as Sheriff Arpaio is put on the hot seat for doing the job the ultimate employer, Federal Government, should have been doing. Arapio had the audacity to question how can the stranger be hired if a blank job application was submitted, and then fudged?

The stranger Obama in his fifth State of the Union message to the Congress and the World, unabashedly strongly reiterated that he would legislate without Congress, unconstitutional at the least.

This second time happening and its remarkable follow up of doing the unconstitutional with the not well-veiled threat, actually a promise, that he would spend the next three years doing just that, the unconstitutional. This bad omen drew cheers and standing ovations for this brilliant Hitleresque orator who reads the teleprompter as well or better as anyone ever did.

This happenstance confirms a state of perpetual Groundhog Day, an unending unprecedented Presidency that would continue the prima facie dictatorship as everything was and will be mandated by fiat, from cradle for the lucky ones, to the premature grave for unlucky elders, right down to school lunches no child wants to eat, courtesy of First Lady Michelle.

During the State of the Union address, very few legislators caught the significant deliberate, calculated departure from the Constitution by the stranger who would exceed his authority to accomplish his probably Islamic goal, and few objected publicly afterward. Chicken Little was right; “The sky is falling.” Stranger Obama may reflect the heart and soul of the Coelho theory, “Everything that happens once can never happen again. But everything that happens twice will surely happen a third time.” Not out of the question is a third term for the stranger in our midst, with or without an election just as do Third World countries.

Every conspiracy needs a co-conspirator that is generally under the nose, but not obvious. Stranger Obama relies upon, or is relied upon by someone close at hand; a mentor or guidance counselor of sorts, and who might that be other than almost President Valerie Jarrett who sits majestically in the White House, no questions asked.

Valerie Jarrett is a top aide to President Obama and has a family radical history including ties to Communist activist and Weather Underground terrorist Bill Ayers. But Valerie speaks in the First Person plural as though the “We” is akin to the Trinity of the Deity, and includes her as part of the presidency. It may very well be, as she has been the not offensive-looking but still powerful vicious guard dog with or without the bark, guarding the investment of co-conspirators in the stranger from all opposition.

Help me Rhonda; Help, help me Rhonda: Help me Rhonda: Help, help me Rhonda: Help me Rhonda yeah; Get her out of my heart. Question: Is “Rhonda” gender neutral?

Or can it be like in South Pacific where the stranger first claimed entry into the World and now as a country the people can sing, “I’m gonna wash that man right outa my hair, And send him on his way;” Way Away.