It Can’t Happen Here…Right!

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Published on: September 29, 2011
   

It Can’t Happen Here

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Henry Barnes

Those ignorant of history are condemned to relive it without knowing why.
― Book of Common Misery

The people were in economic chaos. Money, stocks and bonds were quickly becoming worthless. The masses were hurting, their futures uncertain. Many didn’t know where the next meal was coming from. Many were homeless. What had once been a powerful nation was crumbling.
He was such a great orator that he could bring people to tears by reading the phone book. He promised: care for the middle class; environmental plans; abortions; punishment for rich capitalists; free health care; and jobs. In short, he promised, through hope and change, to solve all their woes.
Though his words were shallow, the people wanted, above all else, to believe. He offered the only light. For them, the messiah had arrived.

He wasn’t from the country he chose to lead, his ancestry kept secret. Except in a memoir he’d written, his true agenda was hidden. He was a usurper who rose to power with the help of thugs, the all around media, secrecy, and lies. He held mass rallies with hundreds of thousands of awestruck spectators. His empty oration, his childish babble, sounded like a trumpet from God. He offered salvation.
Assured that he could do no harm, he was voted into office by a democratic, Christian society of high intelligence, high culture and high technological achievements.
After all, he was a only a short man with a funny mustache.
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The people were in economic chaos. Money, stocks and bonds were quickly becoming worthless. The masses were hurting, their futures uncertain. Many didn’t know where the next meal was coming from. Many were homeless. What had once been a powerful nation was crumbling.
He wasn’t born of the country he was voted in as leader, his birth certificate kept secret. Except for a memoir ghosted by someone else, no one knew who he was, his agenda hidden.
His roots were Muslim, though he pretended to be a Christian. His spiritual leader for most of his adult life was a virulent racist, anti-Christian, anti-Semitic, anti-American, Communist.
In his memoir he professed to being the student of a man whose name he refused to disclose; later discovered to be a Communist. He went to school as a Muslim but disavowed that faith even though this is impossible to do. The all around media refused to use his middle name. A name given to him by his father as a symbol of his Muslim religion; a name of pride and distinction.
He rose to power with the aid of thugs, the all around media, secrecy, lies, misplaced black pride and misplaced white Leftist guilt. He held mass rallies; the masses crying out for him to relieve their pain.
He promised: care for the middle class; environmental plans; abortions; punishment for rich capitalists; free health care; and jobs. In short, he promised, through hope and change, to solve all their woes. He spoke of a unity birthed from Communist principles.
He held mass rallies with hundreds of thousands of awestruck spectators. His empty oration, his childish babble, sounded like a trumpet from God. He offered salvation.
Assured that he could do no harm, he was voted into office by a democratic, Christian society of high intelligence, high culture and high technological achievements.
After all, he was a only a skinny black man with funny ears.

   

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