Today's Special, Taking Power

Today’s Special is about the administration’s power grab in ways that are extra-constitutional. Their full court press against business and industry through ‘bailouts’ and ‘takeovers’ is evident. In fact, these two words have now become synonymous in Washington.

What comes next is right out of the Hugo Chavez playbook. Taking control of those responsible for government oversight like the Office of Inspectors General, and control of the census completes the task.

“Requiring the Census director to report directly to White House Chief of Staff Rahm Emanuel is a shamefully transparent attempt by your administration to politicize the Census Bureau and manipulate the 2010 Census,” Rep. Darrell Issa (R-Calif.)

Who knew that the census bureau was in such bad shape that it needs to be taken under the wing of Rahm Emanual  and the executive branch? Since its inception, Congress has the oversight of the census. Why does it now need to be in the executive branch? Can you say ACORN?

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  1. Dinner with Obama, a parable.
    >
    > 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.

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