Thursday, May 08, 2008

Nobody Dreams of Good Soil


Nobody Wins: Yesterday I woke up, and instantaneously the very first thought that came to my mind, was this strange and illogical sentence: literally.

MEDIEVAL HEADLINE: (Of course, there was no such thing.)

Man Spots Excellent Soil in the Great Distance.

With his bare eyes…no binoculars. Amazing.

Then I imagined lots of people in an old London town around the 13th century, rolling their food carts, reading their morning newspaper and being completely in awe of this “man” who could actually spot good soil from over 5 miles away. There was no picture, because of course, the camera had not been invented yet.

What…are the food prices starting to get to me?

I know, absurd. You can’t make this stuff up. Who wakes up thinking such ridiculous thoughts?

After being mad at myself for not waking up to my favorite nocturnal habit of designing multi-billion dollar houses in my head for fun, I thought--too much melatonin, and laughed, because if a dream is suppose to tell you what you are thinking I had no clue what I was trying to tell myself.

That was yesterday---today it actually made sense.

All this Obama vs Hillary stuff has really been getting to me, and listening to Rush Limbaugh’s daily “Operation Chaos” which has kept Hillary in the race, has also been getting to me.

But, isn’t it all about being able to spot “good soil?” Isn’t it all about “visions” and people who have them?

Lots of people have “visions.” Hillary Clinton had a “vision” around the age of seven…she was the center of the universe, and all the world’s eyes were only on her. Maybe that’s why in every picture taken of her, even after all her losses, she looks completely happy. Her vision is mostly about herself, and fame, and in that respect, she is standing in the middle of her soiled field. She has spent all her waking moments, to get to this point in time. She even had to put up with a serial philanderer to get to her goal.

Barak Obama’s “vision” of becoming President obviously happened when, as a very young man, he wrote his autobiography, glorifying a scum-bag Muslim father in order to endear himself to the black movement, to be used as a launching pad to the Presidency as the first “black President.” He had to dish his white grandmother and the American flag in order to line himself up for this, but his vision was again… all about himself.

Unlike Hillary and Obama though, Rush Limbaugh's “vision” has been for preserving the “ideals” of conservatives. In “Operation Chaos” he sees the possibilities of destroying the Democratic Party and therefore getting the country back to Republican philosophies. It’s a noble vision, and it will take years if it happens at all…but he has invested dishonest tactics used by the “enemy," something necessary in a war to win.

In that case, honest people are having trouble, but then again, historically speaking, power has rarely been gotten without a war mentality.

But as we have seen in Iraq, its one thing to envision good soil, it’s quite another to make a good crop come out of it.

The founders of our country (who were also farmers) knew that. They looked into the distant hundreds of years and saw “good soil,” but also made sure that the country was built “historically” on the best manure in order to make that soil turn out the best crop.

Now, it seems the “American” soil has been depleted, so a handful of men are looking for other fields…the “vision” of global soil---a world where their “products” bring millions of starving people into a New World Order, while the American crop is left to rot.

The real problem is: if you don’t know what works, how to plant the seeds, how to take care of your crop, it doesn’t matter how good your “soil” is, as Bush is learning in Iraq.

So is Hillary and Obama’s dream of redistributed wealth going to launch a better crop?

Rush might destroy the Democrats, but does he think he can save America from the globalists in both parties? Or does Rush believes globalism will eventually save America?

How long will that take, Rush?

What my dream was telling me is that I was hoping for a leader who can see the good soil from a distance, and plant the right seeds.

Until he or she shows up, it remains only a dreamy headline.

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