The Breath of Poseidon

When the earthquake hits and the tectonic plates start to drift, it doesn’t matter whether you’ve been a good boy or girl, or if you did your homework. The objective conditions will produce consequences that are exclusive of any personal characteristics that one may or may not possess. Personal qualities don’t matter in the scramble for survival.

That is why it would be folly to count out Barack Obama’s bid for the presidency, despite his second-rate intellect or his fourth-rate political talents. With the banks collapsing and the Bush administration running around with a butterfly net, trying to stave off the imminent destruction until at least the second week in November, history puts Obama in the right place at the right time, whether he deserves it or not.

Under the current economic circumstances, the fact that the Republicans are even competitive at all underscores the feebleness and lack of talent of the Obama campaign.

But the fault lines are opening and the cracks are beginning to widen in the elaborately constructed house of cards we jokingly refer to as our economic system. The brave new world we are facing is going to call for a different skill set of qualities from that which we have up to now been led to believe would be needed: like so-called, freakin people skills and a snarky WASP inflection of the manner.

Obama does not even begin to possess the kind of qualities needed to set things right. He is being flummoxed by idiotic Republican comedians and a hick broad from flyover country. But if the stock market and the banks collapse during the next two months, as they are likely to do, then people will be driven to see McCain and Palin in a different light, as agents of the process that got us into this mess, the Republicans’ fate will be sealed and the Democrats will be blown into the White House like Ulysses was blown into the rocks by the breath of Poseidon.

Speaking for myself, if Obama gets elected, I will forgive him all his faults of overreaching vanity and incompetence. My goal has always been to get the Republican monkey off my back, and wrest society from the current gang of kleptocrat thieves who believe that it is their God-given right to pick the country clean, and I don’t care how it’s achieved. I personally have suffered enough at the hands of these jackals and desire to see them brought down low, like the statue of Saddam Hussein.

This time last year, I was singing like a canary in a mineshaft at the gaseous stink emanating from the financial markets because of the mortgage securities. It sure smelled like a cave-in to me! People who should have known better wrote me off as alarmist. Now the rumblings are coming closer and closer, like a cheesy Hollywood movie, and nobody is laughing anymore.

With banks now collapsing on a daily basis, the whole system is being put into a run-off mode. When the financial system disintegrates, the political system will be sure to follow. Then all the prophetic song lyrics Bob Dylan wrote in the 1960’s will return to haunt us.

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