Nevermore, Nevermore

We are a haunted nation. Therefore, it seems appropriate to shed light on a mischievous entity that for the last three years has disrupted the highest office in the land - creating chaos and disorder like the daeva, or, 'wrong god,' of Iranian folklore. But despite its delusory actions, which have sought to confound and control the simple-minded, its vaporous trail and form can be readily marked by the open-eyed freeman. So far, this entity's movements have passed through Liberty Square, an ironic name for the spot of ground where attending drones continue to spread their excrement (both figuratively and in some reported cases literally) as loathers of labor and anti-capitalists. In truth, their constant rapping at our nation's chamber door has awakened a terrible monster - vicious and amoral - man's natural horror whereby the used and godless conduct themselves in ways both senseless and bestial. Moreover, this specious spectre, so enamored by its own false reflection, has tormented the private sector with its sickle and hammer of regulation as it has banged and rapped against the door of our individual freedoms and minds like Poe's painful raven. As well has it moaned and groaned for guaranteed entitlements without the responsibility of work and moved defensively for social justice rather than personal liberty.

We cannot afford to taste sand anymore while the twisted movements of a venomous viper slither condescendingly above our buried heads. To defeat this adversary, we must reveal its intentions with the light of truth in order to reclaim the ninety and nine who have unwittingly succumbed to its mischievous and unintelligible actions. To be certain, this thing that haunts us, the wrongfully assumed "One" who for the last three years has terrorized our nation's economy and scoffed at our sovereign rights, is none other than our core-less leader and President, Barack Obama. He is a heliophobe, an enemy of the light, an oath-keeper to the secret works and combinations of men whose author is not God. At best, he is a wraith, an apparition bent on control and the endless pursuit of that which he cannot obtain - prosperity and happiness in doing iniquity.

Even still, because of our own lack of will, our very freedoms have become more slippery, lost in the foul mist of political spin where only the rattling chains of Charles Dickens' paired evils - Ignorance and Want - shake without pause. How prophetic he was then in portending the doom of man and the high national cost of ignorance. But we need not despair. The empty bag cannot stand upright nor darkness ever defy the dawn. For over three years now we have witnessed the decline of a generation more than its increase who have learned by sloth that happiness and success seem more of a right than a responsibility. How uninspired and lifeless a person [and nation] becomes who entertains such haughty logic!

Like cockroaches, the wicked disperse at dawn's first light in the same way the uncreative run and hide at the correcting sound of a godly conscience. Accordingly, in 10 months time we will find out just how loud that inner voice has been, or more importantly, how much it [He] has been heeded. It is my hope that all of us can remain faithful and not surrender our first principles and freedoms for the flaxen cord of popular sentiment. At the same time, may we not give ear to the distant clanging sound of chains known as totalitarianism but stand firm in defense of God, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. May it then be said, one year from now, that a poltergeist is fled from Washington, never to return again - disorder and all.

Nevermore, Nevermore.

Long live the fighters