PRESIDENT OBAMA'S METAPHOR

Heard the Prez today, part of a speech he gave. He should have been a stand-up comedian. He tells the story of a car that's been driven into a ditch. Half the folks riding in the car tried to push it out while the other half looked on, offering no suggestions or help but rather telling the first half what they were doing wrong. Well, the half trying to push the car out of the ditch was finally, after a lot of back & forth & negotiating a lot of rough terrain, were successful in freeing the car from its predicament. The second half complained that the first half got a little mud on the car as it was freed & demanded the keys back. The first half chuckled, saying, "No, no. You don't get no keys back. You drove us into the ditch in the first place. No way, man, no keys."

So, they all got back into the car. The first half, now in control of the car wanted to keep pushing ahead; the second half, relegated to the back seat, wanted to return & kept calling the half in the front seats names, telling them again what they were doing wrong while offering no alternatives of their own. The driver looked at the choices offered by the automatic transmission. He could choose "D" to move forward or he could choose "R" to go in reverse. The driver decided to keep moving forward.



I ADDED WHAT FOLLOWS....................

As they moved into the future, the folks in the back seat couldn't keep still. They were forever out-lying each other with their tales of virtue, bravery & family values, oh & God. But they were all over each other like priests at a pedophile party. The folks in front started arguing amongst themselves. Go this way. No, that way. We get there either way. Let's get there then. We have time, slow down. It wasn't long before they were lost, running out of fuel, out of cell phone range.

Eventually, at the end of a dirt road, the car did run out of gas. One half wandered into the woods, looking for a river to follow. The other half said "fuck it" & partying like it's 2012, sniffing fumes from the gas tank, popping their 'scripts, running around naked like kids in a summer rain, they danced into. . .