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Do not foresee a moment, a battling; foresee two years and more, a
warring.  Pitchfork

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Crises of Hope and Change

"Be careful what you wish for. I know that for a fact. Wishes are brutal, unforgiving things. They [sear] your tongue the moment they're spoken[,] and you can never take them back." Alice Hoffman

Hope: a reckoning of sorts – wish, desire, inspiration, etc. – that something or other’s gonna git-er-dun

Change: a reckoning that things’ll be different – reversed, set right, gained, lost, swapped, changed-out, alternated, and such 

BHO* didn’t make it up, his hope and change shtik that, in retrospect, can’t be elevated honestly for his time beyond a gimme-my-vote-y'owe-me gimmick.  Or subversive cipher? 

These are natural conditions, human conditions, everywhere – hope and change.  They’re self-defined, especially hope.  And self-denied, especially change. 

Hope and change are not BHO’s; hope and change are everybody’s.  Not expendable.  Not for trifling.  They are im-por-tant.  Have been, are, will be.  He made 'em expendable, trifling biz-buzz, those two words hope and change.  BHO blew the meaning of the meaning.  It all in the nature.

*Short for Barack Hussein Obama, nèe Barry Soetoro, pronounced either ‘boo’ or ‘bo’ depending on which you regard as more respectful

There goes Santa Claus.  There goes Santa Claus.  Left down . . .

. . . You see, The-Deliverer was as a stupendous Santa on socialist steroids – a majority mob had Deliverer-dreams come true, fulfilled on or shortly before January 20, 2009.  This fest had been mutual:  The-Deliverer’s dreams would have been done-up bigtime, too, in having anticipated adoring and abundant political largesse and latitude, an open freeway to a better place for all, with him at the wheel of that nationwide bus ride to intellectual and existential glory. 

It had to have been so if he had said it was so; it was expected to be so then – that it would have been, game-over: expectations over; it was the trusted way things really were to have become or close enough to it; wish fulfillment would have been fulfilled; the fans, The-Chosen’s flock, waited for the gifts, goodies and give-aways to have been bestowed upon them, each one of them.  The illusion was collective; the delusion was distributive, one-by-one-by-one.

The-Redistributer’s Motto [revised]:  From all according to their earned achievements; to all according to how much of the other guys’ that hadn’t already been taken by government and given away in torrents of corruption and waste.  Pitchfork

From American Pitchfork Manifesto

Hope and change marketed well.  BHO and the band didn’t need to be specific, did they?  You filled in the blanks.  Even when you were told that this or that was to be done, it didn’t matter so much, because you could layer-on your own to-be-done thises and thats.

Tinker to Evers to Chance : Marketing to mantra to madness. 

Madness?  Yep.  Gubmint isn’t gettin’-er-dun.  And you aren’t gettin’ yours. 

That is, elites aside.  How big was your last bonus?  You get a better job?  You get any job?  You get bailed out?  Your congressmen joining the new, national health plan?  How about the 4 years so far of no-Americans-land in Mexizona?  (Or is it Arizeco?)  'Daddy' fixed the leak, yet?  You recall anything’s been done lately by gubmint to advance The American Way?  All the 'fork recalls is what’s not been done; what’s been undone.  Wall-to-wall, 18 months and counting.

Litanies of lies and larcenies and lethargies shall be left to others . . . see those lizard lists grow.

The rub comes neither in this marketing, nor mantra, nor madness.  The rub comes in meaning.  Lots of folks had self-reproach and soul and sympathy in the game; still do; and most all of ‘em have been dissed without recess or redress.  It’s not just not nice to create crises of individual opportunity for most everybody.  It’s not just not nice to create crises of individual expectation for most everybody.  Crises of individual trust and confidence abound and pile on.  It’s not just not nice to compose calculus and construct to a requiem for The American Way. 

Government’s repression of individual prosperity by repression of individual opportunity had ever been a tough pill to swallow whole, especially for those who’ve been there, done that more freely; the governing might could be despised, demoted, defamed, deposed, deported, and done-in for lesser evils. Ibid.

“But as soon as a man lifts his nose from the ground and starts sniffing at eternal problems like life and [else], the meaning of a rose or a star cluster—then he is in trouble. Most men spare themselves this trouble by keeping their minds on the small problems of their lives just as their society maps these problems out for them.”  Ernest Becker

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