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"When does it stop, Barack?" by self
December 6, 2010, a date that will live in infamy, when the man who professed reverence for Abraham Lincoln, nevertheless, proved himself to be not the President of all the American people, but in the pocket of the wealthiest.
I hear the sardonic rebuke of Obama's champion cry out, "When does the greed stop?"
How many more times must Ted Kennedy's eternal rest be disturbed by the single worst political mistake he'd ever made in life: getting Barack Obama elected President of the United States of America? It is time for the President of the rich to be haunted this Christmas by the ghost of Christmas past?
"Barack! Barack! You promised real healthcare reform in exchange for my endorsement. Instead, you shook-down millions in the already struggling middleclass and the desperate working poor for the few quarters left in their pockets to hand over to health insurance CEOs living in multiple mansions."
"When does the greed stop?!"
"Barack! Barack! You promised to rein in the merchants of death, yet they grow ever richer through endless war and lucrative contracts in the privatization of war, torture, providing contaminated food and water, and electrocuting our soldiers in the shower. Not enough? You gave the wealth class the right to terrorize Americans in order to justify adult and child porno scanners and pat downs that are nothing less than forced mass sexual assault in order to funnel millions more to those never rich enough to be satisfied."
"When does the greed stop?!"
"And now, today, with nearly 25 percent of Americans too long without work or severely underemployed, and millions driven from their homes by soulless and fraudulent Wall Street Capones, there is not a penny left to pick from empty pockets; so you dropped to your knees and pleaded to the suffering masses that, in order they may have crumbs on their plates this Christmas, you must borrow billions of additional dollars from China and other parts of the world so the most wealthy can have even more.
"WHEN WILL THE GREED STOP, Barack?!" "When will it stop?"
And, then, Kennedy looked deep into Barack Obama's eyes and saw emptiness and the future of Social Security.
"In my afterlife, I've come to know Lincoln," Kennedy tells the President of the rich contemptuously. "Lincoln's become a friend of mine. Barack, you're no Abraham Lincoln."
"Who?" Barack answered.
