The last two days I was on the road in nw Minnesota. Sorry Path, but I got a panic like call, or three, that they needed me back at a desk and company phone, so I flew through Fargo at 75 mph with a dead cell battery 
While in the great north range I had the chance to listen to talk radio for a few hours. This is something we do not get in our region, so I take advantage of it when I can since I am accused of living and dying by what they say. While listening to one of the shows (Jason Lewis I believe) I figured out what the problem with the sheeple is:
Jason was going off on the government sponsored commercials where they use extreme "smoking victims" to scare us away from cigarettes. His claim is that the government should not be involved in this type of advertising. They should either make something legal or illegal, but if something is legal they should not be advertising against it. A caller from a ... I will call him a RINO said he is for the ads, because it is going to lower our taxes. When Jason asked him how spending hundreds of millions on advertising is going to lower our taxes, this clown responded that SINCE we are going to be paying all the medical bills it is more cost effective for us to convince people to stop their behaviors. This was a fifteen minute discussion between the two, but this so called conservative has thrown in the towel and accepts, even expects, full government control.
During this debate Jason used the word capitulation. That is the word I have been looking for for years. When the other side accuses us of not compromising it is not compromise they want. They want us to capitulate, and that is what this caller, and about five other callers I heard after him have done. They have accepted the tyrannical views of Pres. BHO and his handlers, and now they feel privileged that those in power are looking out for your best interests.
Did you catch that I mentioned this clown was not alone. I was shocked that all the calls that come in on this topic were in support of the ads, and the reason was that we are going to be paying the bills. Nobody wanted things corrected 
Hey frogs!!! That tub of cool water we all jumped into four years ago has reached simmer, and boil is just around the corner
"Dinner with Obama"Once upon a time, I was invited to the White House for a private dinner with the President. I am a respected businessman, with a factory that produces memory chips for computers and portable electronics. There was some talk that my industry was being scrutinized by the administration, but I paid it no mind. I live in a free country. There's nothing that the government can do to me if I've broken no laws. My wealth was earned honestly, and an invitation to dinner with an American President is an honor.
I checked my coat, was greeted by the Chief of Staff, and joined the President in a yellow dining room. We sat across from each other at a table draped in white linen. The Great Seal was embossed on the china. Uniformed staff served our dinner. The meal was served, and I was startled when my waiter suddenly reached out, plucked a dinner roll off my plate, and began nibbling it as he walked back to the kitchen. "Sorry about that," said the President. "Andrew is very hungry."
"I don't appreciate..." I began, but as I looked into the calm brown eyes across from me, I felt immediately guilty and petty.. It was just a dinner roll. "Of course," I concluded, and reached for my glass. Before I could, however, another waiter reached forward, took the glass away and swallowed the wine in a single gulp.
"And his brother Eric is very thirsty." said the President.
I didn't say anything. The President is testing my compassion, I thought. I will play along. I don't want to seem unkind. My plate was whisked away before I had tasted a bite.
"Eric's children are also quite hungry."
With a lurch, I crashed to the floor. My chair had been pulled out from under me. I stood,brushing myself off angrily, and watched as it was carried from the room.
And their grandmother can't stand for long."
I excused myself, smiling outwardly, but inside feeling like a fool. Obviously I had been invited to the White House to be sport for some game. I reached for my coat, to find that it had been taken. I turned back to the President. "Their grandfather doesn't like the cold."
I wanted to shout - that was my coat! But again, I looked at the placid smiling face of my host and decided I was being a poor sport. I spread my hands helplessly and chuckled. Then I felt my hip pocket and realized my wallet was gone. I excused myself and walked to a phone on an elegant side table. I learned shortly that my credit cards had been maxed out, my bank accounts emptied, my retirement and equity portfolios had vanished, and my wife had been thrown out of our home. Apparently, the waiters and their families were moving in. The President hadn't moved or spoken as I learned all this, but finally I lowered the phone into its cradle and turned to face him.
"Andrew's whole family has made bad financial decisions. They haven't planned for retirement, and they need a house. They recently defaulted on a subprime mortgage. I told them they could have your home. They need it more than you do."
My hands were shaking. I felt faint. I stumbled back to the table and knelt on the floor. The President cheerfully cut his meat, ate his steak and drank his wine. I lowered my eyes and stared at the small grey circles on the tablecloth that were water drops. "By the way," He added, "I have just signed an Executive Order nationalizing your factories. I'm firing you as head of your business. I'll be operating the firm now for the benefit of all mankind. There's a whole bunch of Erics and Andrews out there and they can't come to you for jobs groveling like beggars."
I looked up. The President dropped his spoon into the empty ramekin which had been his creme brulee. He drained the last drops of his wine.
As the table was cleared, he lit a cigarette and leaned back in his chair. He stared at me. I clung to the edge of the table as if were a ledge and I were a man hanging over an abyss.. I thought of the years behind me, of the life I had lived. The life I had earned with a lifetime of work, risk and struggle. Why was I punished? How had I allowed it to be taken? What game had I played and lost? I looked across the table and noticed with some surprise that there was no game board between us. What had I done wrong?
As if answering the unspoken thought, the President suddenly cocked his head, locked his empty eyes to mine, and bared a million teeth, chuckling wryly as he folded his hands.
"You should have stopped me at the dinner roll," he said.
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