The Messiah has no clothes

Not so many years ago lived a Messiah named Obama, who thought so much of Socialism that he spent everyone else's money in order to obtain power; his only ambition was to redistribute wealth in the name of fairness. He did not care for his soldiers, and capitalism did not amuse him; the only thing, in fact, he thought anything of was to drive out and show the world “change”. He had a new story for every hour of the day; and as one would say of a Messiah "He is in his cabinet," so one could say of him, "The Messiah is in his dressing-room."

The great city of Chicago where he resided was very gay; every day many strangers from all parts of the globe arrived. One day two swindlers named Ayers and Wright came to this city; they made people believe that they were patriots, and declared they could manufacture the finest message to be imagined. The socialistic message of change, they said, was not only exceptionally beautiful, but the message made of their material possessed the wonderful quality of making a simple man’s lack of experience and socialistic ideas invisible to the liberal media who was unfit for his office or unpardonably stupid.

"That must be wonderful cloth," thought the Messiah. "If I were to be dressed in a suit made of this cloth I should be able to fool the American populace which men and woman in my empire were unfit for their places, and I could distinguish the conservative from the liberal. I must have this message spread for me without delay." And he gave a large sum of money from foreign donations to the swindlers, in advance, that they should set to work without any loss of time. They set up a campaign and pretended to be very hard at work with new ideas, but they did nothing but spin old liberal ideas. They asked for the wealthiest and the most precious liberals; all they got they did away with, and worked with empty ideas till late at night.

"I should very much like to know how they are getting on with my message," thought the messiah. But he felt rather uneasy when he remembered that he who was not fit for his office could not see it. Personally, he was of opinion that he had nothing to fear, yet he thought it advisable to send the liberal media first to see how matters stood. Everybody in liberalsville knew what a remarkable quality Marxism possessed, and all were anxious to see how bad or stupid Americans were.

"I shall send my friends NBC, CNN, ABC, CBS and the New York Times to the spinners," thought the messiah. "They can judge best how my message sounds, for they are intelligent, and nobody understands Americans better than they."

The main stream media went into the room where the swindlers sat before the empty message. "Heaven preserve us!" they thought, and opened their eyes wide, "We cannot see anything at all," but they did not say so. Both swindlers requested them to come near, and asked them if they did not admire the exquisite message of change, pointing to the empty ideas. The poor old media establishment tried their very best, but they could see nothing, for there was nothing to be seen. "Oh dear," they thought, "can we be so stupid? We should never have thought so, and nobody must know it! Is it possible that we are not fit for office? No, no, we cannot say that we are unable to see the message."

"Now, have you got nothing to say?" said one of the swindlers, while he pretended to be busily writing a tax-cut proposal.

"Oh, it is very pretty, exceedingly beautiful," replied the the media looking through their rose colored glasses. "What a beautiful message, what brilliant ideas! I shall tell the messiah that I like the message very much."

"We are pleased to hear that," said the two weavers, and described to them the redistribution of wealth that they had in mind and explained the evils of the rich. The old liberal media listened attentively, that they might relate to the messiah what they said; and so they did.

Now the swindlers asked for more money from illegal foreign sources, which they required for spreading their message. They kept everything for themselves, and not a thread came to help the poor, but they continued, as hitherto, to work at the empty message.

Soon afterwards the messiah sent another corrupt media outlet to the spinners to see how they were getting on, and if the election was nearly finished. Like the old media, they looked and looked but could see nothing, as there was nothing to be seen.

"Is it not a beautiful piece of horse squeeze?" asked the two swindlers, showing and explaining the magnificent ideas, which, however, did not exist.

"I am not stupid," said the media. "It is therefore my good appointment for which I am not fit. It is very strange, but I must not let any one know it;" and they praised the message, which they did not see, and expressed their joy at the beautiful liberal dogma. "It is very excellent," they said to the messiah.

I am tired of writing this story but I think you get the message.

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