“INFORM PEOPLE OF THE TRUTH”
by OPOVV, ©2013
(Aug. 27, 2013) — Eh, excuse me. You got a minute? I see you’re aimlessly strolling down the midway here. No disrespect, but you look a little bored with all of these bright lights and conflicting sounds. Reminds one of the cartoon where this little boy is at the beach with his parents and he says, “Why can’t everyone be on the same radio station?”
Just ain’t going to happen, is it? I mean, people will never, really, be on the same page. What’s that, you say? Your grandfather was in World War II? Well, that’s right, isn’t it? America did come together, didn’t she? How about that, we fought a two-front war and beat ’em both. Unconditional surrender, wasn’t them the terms?
Hey, you got a minute? I’m like you, bored stiff. This whole thing gets old, you know? Always traveling, one town looks just like any other after a while. In the summertime we do Michigan and Maine, and points in between, of course. Winter is Florida, which is fine because I’m allergic to snow. No, I don’t mean stuffy nose, I mean my back refuses to let me shovel snow. Nah, come on in to my tent here; it’ll be fun foretelling your future. It won’t cost but a couple of dollars…heck, being so slow and everything, I’ll tell your fortune almost for free, okay? Nah, keep your money in your pocket. If you like what I say, then you pay; fair enough?
They all ask that, they do. “Is this crystal ball for real?” and I always say it’s as real as you make it. I used to be the weight and age guesser, and I was really good at it, but the last fortune teller died on 9-11 in one of those planes, she did. Was going to her granddaughter’s wedding out in California, she was. That’s right, isn’t it? Everyone on those planes were going somewhere, some going home, some going to somewhere else. My, my, gets me all teary-eyed and choked-up to this day, and it’s been more than a decade ago. Well, we could talk about 9-11 all day, we could, but we’re here to talk about you; your future, that is, so you sit over there while I close the door flap, and we’ll get started.
Oh, I was saying, I was promoted, I was. Didn’t think so at the time, of course, because I enjoyed making the girls blush when I was about to announce her weight in front of her man, and it never made no difference if she was married or not, women being women, you know. And then I’d say a number that was 20 pounds less than what she really weighed, and then take so much pleasure in the man’s grin and the girl’s happy eyes…You do know that eyes can smile, don’t you? And then as the couple was walking away I’d hold out my hand for the young lady where she would slip a bill in it, and wouldn’t I be surprised to see sometimes Benjamin Franklin smiling up at me?
Now to your fortune, time’s a-wasting. No, we don’t have to hold hands, this ain’t one of those séances, with strange voices and things that go flying in the air. Just let me remove the cover here and we’ll look into this here crystal ball.
I see you connecting with a lost loved one, I do, with a happy ending. Yes, that is good and I wish you well, but while you two are on Cloud 9, your country is crumbling. The bastion of Freedom for the World is being undermined from within, from the government itself. The enemy is beyond the gates; we’ve been breached, we have. But there’s hope, there is.
Well, spread the word. Inform people of the Truth.
Why, start with the usurper himself, Obama. Attack the weak points, the Birth Certificate and the Social Security number, two examples that Obama, his Administration, Congress and the rest of the government CANNOT POSSIBLY DEFEND.
All done here. Well, thank you, thank you very much!
OPOVV