A Man With a Plan

My Dinner with Oliver Cromwell “ I have utterly no idea why Oliver Cromwell has been on my mind since the election.  Or, on my mind at all.  Yet, on November 4th, in contemplation of the coming election, I observed: I think our nation is at a tipping point.  Should Obama emerge as the surprise winner Tuesday, most people will see foul play, and be properly outraged.  And?  And nothing.  There will be nothing anyone can do about it.  There will be no spontaneous march on Washington by pitchfork bearing populace.  The nation's only hope at that point would be a military coup to wrest control of the nation from the Obamunist party rule.  And even then, we shall have lost. Well, maybe not.  Britain survived Cromwell.   I'd take a coup (Jeffersonian activism?) over a killer second Obama term.  The morning after the election, I went to Ollie again, for a text message to the GOP. Ye are grown intolerably odious to the whole nation; you were deputed here by the people to get grievances redress'd, are yourselves gone! So! Take away that shining bauble there, and lock up the doors. In the name of God, go! And here now, he's popped up again!   Maybe because of our dire circumstances, the founders, who were most certainly versed in English history, sent him to me.  Think about it.  Ollie's place in history is— He began a civil war against the monarchy. He defeated in battle, and hanged or and burnt at the stake the monarchists and their armies. He captured the king and cut his head off. He dismissed Parliament,  and cut many of their heads off. He  later came to understand that the people were more comfortable, and better off with the old rule, so  he restored  the monarchy. My God!  What more could we ask for today?  ”