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2008 Selwyn Duke
The
pundits were writing Plastic Lady's epitaph,
Pointing
to lines going down on a graph.
She
had a bad finish out west a little ways;
To
socialist Utopians, it was the end of days.
All
the acting lessons were to no avail,
And
it reached a point where she wanted to wail.
Then
a reporter's question evoked some self-pity.
How
would she react? It might not be
pretty.
She
spoke of fear for country and how much she cares.
As
acolytes looked on, she could feel the stares.
So
she thought of her future, fancying it brief;
She
was being robbed of her birthright, by Obama, that thief!
She
felt the only emotion that within her existed:
Concern
for herself. Her eyes became misted.
Thinking
of Obama, the man of her fears,
She
found some salvation in crocodile tears.
The
lemmings were snookered; she seemed so real.
She
finally could combat Obama's appeal.
Confounding
the commentators and their polls,
She
rallied her base of malcontent trolls.
Is
that too demeaning? What do you say?
What
kind of people change votes in one day?
Imagine,
thinking Plastic Lady bona fide,
Simply
because she acted and cried.
Was
it really better than an eighth-grade audition,
That
callow deception in the service of ambition?
Yet
the efforts of a demagogue only third-rate,
Worked
some hapless souls into a passionate state.
So
that's America in this modern age,
Heading
toward her demise, perhaps the last stage.
It
just proves one thing, as to the left we do swerve.
Ol' Thomas was right: We get the government we deserve.
Selwyn Duke is a freelance writer out or Larchmont, NY. He has written for various publications including: IntellectualConservative.com, AmericanThinker.com and is a regular columnist for RenewAmerica.us.