This little tidbit ended up in my mailbox. The author is unknown; perhaps it was my familiar, Mephistopheles, himself.

I have included it on my blog, because I feel it is a good Biblical parable to illustrate what happens to a political party that can’t shoot straight.

I have added my own commentary to this witty piece, by playing “Devil’s Advocate,” to assume the identity of the hapless senator.

With the loss of 1.2 million jobs this year alone, and a grand total of 10 million jobs lost during the Bush regime, my narrative serves as an instructive device to show what happens when a free and sovereign people put their faith in a political party which has been hijacked by the globalist agenda of the free traders.

Even as “those jobs aren’t coming back;” neither will the voters, for they have had a bellyful of open borders, endless “immigration,”and the outsourcing of their divine birthright, to the corporate New World Order.

The Rockefeller set of country club Republicans, may go straight to Hell, for that is precisely where they belong for allowing the Mexican annexation of American territory during a time of war, no less.

Anyone who mouths the free trade mantra, should be horse-whipped, with a knotted quirt.

This fond sentiment I award to the stupid asses who hijacked the Republican Party.

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Now our story begins….

While walking down the street one day a US senator is tragically hit by a truck and dies.

 His soul arrives in Heaven and is met by St. Peter at the entrance.
 
 'Welcome to Heaven,' says St. Peter. 'Before you settle in, it seems there is a problem. We seldom see a high official around these parts, you see, so we're not sure what to do with you.'
 
 'No problem, just let me in,' says the man.

 'Well, I'd like to, but I have orders from higher up. What we'll do is have you spend one day in Hell and one in Heaven. Then you can choose
 where to spend eternity.'

 'Really, I've made up my mind. I want to be in Heaven,' says the senator.

 'I'm sorry, but we have our rules.'

 And with that, St. Peter escorts him to the elevator and he goes down, down, down to Hell. The doors open and he finds himself in the middle of a green golf course. In the distance is a clubhouse and standing in front of it are all his friends and other politicians who had worked with him.
 
 Everyone is very happy and in evening dress. They run to greet him, shake his hand, and reminisce about the good times they had while getting Rich at the expense of the people.

 They play a friendly game of golf and then dine on lobster, caviar and champagne.
 
 Also present is the Devil, who really is a very friendly guy who has a good time dancing and telling jokes. They are having such a good time that before he realizes it, it is time to go.
 

 Everyone gives him a hearty farewell and waves while the elevator rises...

 The elevator goes up, up, up and the door reopens on Heaven where St. Peter is waiting for him.
 
 'Now it's time to visit Heaven.'
 
 So, 24 hours pass with the senator joining a group of contented souls moving from cloud to cloud, playing the harp and singing. They have a good time and, before he realizes it, the 24 hours have gone by and St. Peter returns.
 
 'Well, then, you've spent a day in Hell and another in Heaven. Now choose your eternity.'
 
 The senator reflects for a minute, then he answers: 'Well, I would never have said it before, I mean Heaven has been delightful, but I think I would be better off in Hell.'
 
 So St. Peter escorts him to the elevator and he goes down, down, down to Hell.
 
 Now the doors of the elevator open and he's in the middle of a barren land covered with waste and garbage.
 
He sees all his friends, dressed in rags, picking up the trash and putting it in black bags as more trash falls from above.
 
 The Devil comes over to him and puts his arm around his shoulder. 'I don't understand,' stammers the senator. 'Yesterday I was here and there was a golf course and clubhouse, and we ate lobster and caviar, drank champagne, and danced and had a great time. Now there's just a wasteland full of garbage and my friends look miserable. What happened?'
 
 The Devil looks at him, smiles and says, 'Yesterday we were campaigning. Today you voted.'

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What he should have said is:  “I don’t understand what happened to my country.  We were here, injecting ourselves with the hot-rush heroin fix of a stimulus package—even as we played the proverbial grasshopper, to the Red Chinese ants.

That drug-induced coma of belief in corporate primacy, over the national life, has reduced my political party and fellow Republicans to objects of scorn.

We made the fatal mistake of ignoring the American people, by stopping our ears with corporate wax.  We “did not hear” the anguished cries of our fellow countrymen, as their jobs were being outsourced, their factors of production stolen by Red China, their country being occupied and annexed by a 38 million-man army of foreign nationals we thought would vote our way.

We gave the purse strings of the American people to a private corporation.  We bailed out the bank, instead of killing it, like  President Andrew Jackson did.

Our titular head and corporate shill, allowed Border Patrol agents Ramos and Compean to continue to rot in the hell of incarceration, while criminal sleaze got a get out of jail ticket, by bearing false witness against frontline soldiers of Fortress America.

We continued to kite hot checks from the Federal Reserve, blow a trillion dollars and five thousand American lives in Iraq—to make it safer for Iran, thinking our credit was inexhaustible.

We thought we would live forever as a nation; we could not die, as we were the party of Ronald Wilson Reagan.  We were legends in our own mind, for Red China held our T-bills and the Fed continued to create money out of thin air—the way the Devil does.

We traded the family cow for the magic beans of free trade; now our country is infested with foreign  ingrates who refused to support McCain in his dire hour of need.

How dare they desert us, when we made sure that “comprehensive immigration reform” would get them to vote our way?

We even gave these interlopers mortgages, which they welched on!

These beans weren’t so magic after all; in fact, I think they  were poisonous Castor beans of reconquista.

We attended the meetings of La Raza, in hopes that we would be garnering the Hispanic vote.  We were so busy pandering, we didn’t see the American people losing their jobs, their homes, and their country to a hostile foreign power, used by a hostile corporate takeover, as a corporate shock troop.

We did not care that our countrymen were standing in long  bread lines and sleeping under bridges, or that illegal aliens cut in front of them in those bread lines, even as they stole their jobs and services.

We did not promote the general welfare;  we were too busy campaigning in league with Lucifer, lost in Don Quixote quests of “nation-building.”  Desert mirage visions of a one-size-fits-all democracy.

We fiddled the summer away, yet another year, while allowing the American people to continue to pay a 550 Billion dollar-a-year usury payment to that fictitious business entity known as the “Federal Reserve.”  This on top of massive war debt and unemployment for all—except  “guest” workers.

All along we assumed that we could use our CFR connection to strong-arm the other Republicans into supporting a “Maverick” who ran roughshod over the party base.  We really believed we could put  a ring through the collective nose of true conservatives, and just drag them along.

Now we smell like a turd blossom.  Our shadowy legacy darkens the door to the national house—which has been repossessed by the central bank.

Boy were we stupid!  I feel like that painting of the man on the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel, who realizes what a mistake he has made, for he is damned for all eternity!

That man’s eyes are bugged-out, and his hand covers half his face, in horror!

Some golf course now—full of quicksand traps, and not one sliver of grass for poor Senator Grasshopper.

Now we are staring our national mortality in the face; our party is in ruins, scuttled by “The Decider.”

Now it has been decided for us, where we will spend eternity.

 Be gentle with me Beelzebub, for I have failed not only conservative principles, destroyed my political party forever, and made a fool of myself toward those I gave a free pass-- as well as those I neglected, my real constituents, the American people--  I mistook a private corporation for the voice of the American people.

Did you say that dung came in finger sandwiches?  I’m getting hungry, waiting for my mother to pick me up from choir practice!