Their Goal

 

 

Their Goal
(by R.P.Edwards)

My ultimate goal
Is your defeat
To leave you helpless
Beneath my feet
To stop your meddling
To stop your way
To stop your very heart…someday
Yes, my ultimate goal
Is that the eagle…die
To never rise
And vex…my sky
To keep away
While I do my will
To conquer, enslave, to own…and kill
So
I’ll shake your hand
I’ll play your game
I’ll nod my head
I’ll sign my name
But my ultimate goal
Is your defeat
And clueless you
Makes it doubly…sweet

Smiling, the two world leaders apply pens and personalities to the document that promises a substantial reduction in nuclear warheads, and delivery systems.  President Barack Obama, and Russian President Dmitry Medvedev, in the opulent surroundings of Prague Castle, after ardent negotiations…have made the world a safer, friendlier, place.  Humbug!

A question:  Where would we be without dreamers?  Where would we be without actors and academics and their aspiring acolytes, who enchant us with their “stories” of utopian bliss?  Where would we be without their hopeful visions of peace and prosperity being brought to fruition by these representatives of the ready; empowered by the eager; commissioned by…the confused.  Where would we be?  Safer.  Much safer.

You know, it’s one thing to mistakenly elect those who will tax us, unemploy us, bankrupt us, reeducate us.  And it’s another thing to make our nation more vulnerable to attack.  To naively drop our defenses in hopes that the other guys will play fair.  To believe our “good example” will somehow pave the way for the wayward worldlings to follow.  To show them the advantage…of  niceness. 

Listen, in this very dangerous world; in this time when “first strike” is all they need; in this day when destruction is measured in seconds, not days, months, or years; we need leaders that understand that you always, always! --in order to survive-- you must always deal from a position of strength.  For, when the scale finally tips (and it will), when the advantage is finally gained (and it’s headed that way), the next pact will not be signed in a fairytale castle but, rather, in the devastated remains…of whatever’s left. 

That’s what I think.  How about you?  Click comments below…and say.