10 July 2009

Dinner With Obama

Once upon a time, I was invited to the White House for a private dinner with the President. I am a respected businessman, with a factory that produces memory chips for computers and portable electronics. There was some talk that my industry was being scrutinized by the administration, but I paid it no mind. I live in a free country. There's nothing that the government can do to me if I've broken no laws. My wealth was earned honestly, and an invitation to dinner with an American President is an honor.

I checked my coat, was greeted by the Chief of Staff, and joined the President in a yellow dining room. We sat across from each other at a table draped in white linen. The Great Seal was embossed on the china. Uniformed staff served our dinner.

The meal was served, and I was startled when my waiter suddenly reached out, plucked a dinner roll off my plate, and began nibbling it as he walked back to the kitchen.

"Sorry about that," said the President. "Andrew is very hungry."

"I don't appreciate.. ." I began, but as I looked into the calm brown eyes across from me, I felt immediately guilty and petty. It was just a dinner roll. "Of course," I concluded, and reached for my glass. Before I could, however, another waiter reached forward, took the glass away and swallowed the wine in a single gulp.

"And his brother Eric is very thirsty." said the President.

I didn't say anything. The President is testing my compassion, I
thought. I will play along. I don't want to seem unkind. My plate was whisked away before I had tasted a bite.

"Eric's children are also quite hungry."

With a lurch, I crashed to the floor. My chair had been pulled out from under me. I stood, brushing myself off angrily, and watched as it was carried from the room.

"And their grandmother can't stand for long."

I excused myself, smiling outwardly, but inside feeling like a fool.
Obviously I had been invited to the White House to be sport for some game. I reached for my coat, to find that it had been taken. I turned back to the President.

"Their grandfather doesn't like the cold."

I wanted to shout- that was my coat! But again, I looked at the placid smiling face of my host and decided I was being a poor sport. I spread my hands helplessly and chuckled. Then I felt my hip pocket and realized my wallet was gone. I excused myself and walked to a phone on an elegant side table. I learned shortly that my credit cards had been maxed out, my bank accounts emptied, my retirement and equity portfolios had vanished, and my wife had been thrown out of our home. Apparently, the waiters and their families were moving in. The President hadn't moved or
spoken as I learned all this, but finally I lowered the phone into its cradle and turned to face him.

"Andrew's whole family has made bad financial decisions. They haven't planned for retirement, and they need a house. They recently defaulted on a sub-prime mortgage. I told them they could have your home. They need it more than you do."

My hands were shaking. I felt faint. I stumbled back to the table and knelt on the floor. The President cheerfully cut his meat, ate his steak and drank his wine. I lowered my eyes and stared at the small grey circles on the tablecloth that were water drops.

"By the way," He added, "I have just signed an Executive Order
nationalizing your factories. I'm firing you as head of your business. I'll be operating the firm now for the benefit of all mankind. There's a whole bunch of Erics and Andrews out there and they can't come to you for jobs groveling like beggars."

I looked up. The President dropped his spoon into the empty ramekin which had been his Creme Brulee. He drained the last drops of his wine. As the table was cleared, he lit a cigarette and leaned back in his chair. He stared at me. I clung to the edge of the table as if were a ledge and I were a man hanging over an abyss. I thought of the years behind me, of the life I had lived. The life I had earned with a lifetime of work, risk and struggle. Why was I punished? How had I allowed it to be taken? What game had I played and lost? I looked across the table and noticed with some surprise that there was no game board between us.

What had I done wrong?

As if answering the unspoken thought, the President suddenly cocked his head, locked his empty eyes to mine, and bared a million teeth, chuckling wryly as he folded his hands.

"You should have stopped me at the dinner roll," he said.

An email I copied and pasted that has been going around.  A thought provoking question, are we slapping his little fingers every time he takes something off our plate? 


Kathy said...

Yes, this is just what is happening to us, but we all don't know what to do!

Chad and Jessica's Family said...

sad but true and so wrong!!! We do need to stand up before every bit of freedom and personal property is gone.

Karies place said...

That's why he did what he did so fast at the beginning because he know once a lot of us woke up and realized what he REALLY was doing we would have neck.

Cinnamon said...

Instead of slapping his hand, we should affix it to the table with our fork and say "No!".

p.s I loved the book.

Ruby said...

I am not such a political body but my husband follows everything. He was just saying last night how the tempo has upped with comments from Americans on some of the sites he reads. Perhaps people are waking up. Hopefully, prayfully, it is not too late.
Sadly, our Aussie leaders of every persuasion seem to cow tow to the American Administration.
God have mercy on us all!

Marjorie (Molly) Smith said...

The problem has been, too many people don't care to get involved and learn for themselves what is true and what is not, I know I was there at one time myself, I don't care, turn that off, I don't want to listen...instead of thinking for ourselves we let the media, do it for us. "He must be good", the media said so, or "we want change, he promised us change, so we are going to vote for him". BUT he never told us what the change would be and We never asked, or we never looked at the people who influenced him while growing up, not just in his Adult years but his young informative years....like little sheep so many followed him to the end of freedom. God Bless America and Save us from what is coming.
Sorry didn't mean to get on my soap box.

Anonymous said...

Move out of this country if you don't like it.

mommyx12 said...

Interesting thought. Here's what I think.