Posted by
Peppermint2 on Wednesday, November 19, 2008 12:25:35 AM
Dusty and Red Acorn were your typical suburban couple, married for ten years, one child, and had squirreled away a lot of money. They also happily supported and contributed to the Obama campaign.
Dusty worked at a bank as a loan officer and every morning took her little baby, Nutley Acorn, to the bank with her where child care was provided and she could see the little one during lunch.
Red having gotten his MBA worked for an accounting firm doing well and between the two of them had bought a very nice $500,000 home. Nice lot with trees and a yard for Nutley to play in when he grew.
On a blustery, but sunny day in February, Dusty packed up Nutley and headed for work. As she drove through her city, she happily hummed John Lennon’s “Imagine” to herself knowing Obama’s black shirts were situated all around the area. She felt quite content. No conservatives to deal with any longer. What a peaceful world this was now.
She parked her car and was getting Nutley out when she was approached by one of Obama’s black shirts. She gave him a big smile and good morning. He smiled back and handed her several papers. She was surprised but delighted at the attention.
As she read the documents, her smile slowly disappeared and she stared at the black shirt before her. She told him there had to be a mistake. He shook his head no. She told him she had supported President Obama and she thought only these kinds of proclamations were for conservatives.
The black shirt shook his head in disbelief. “No ma’am,” he said, “all citizens must comply with these orders when determined.”
The first proclamation stated that Nutley, now being 3 mos old was due for state educational training. The second proclamation stated that her BMW was being confiscated because another family, less fortunate than her, needed a car.
Dusty asked the black shirt how was she going to get to work. He suggested alternative sources, such as a bike for which she would receive a tax credit and an additional $100 supplement check when they filed their taxes.
The black shirt went to take Nutley from Dusty’s arms, but Dusty fought with him trying to hang onto her 3 month old child. “Sorry, ma’am, but you have to hand over the child. It’s federal law and if you don’t comply we will have to arrest you.”
Dusty, in tears, let go of her child. The black shirt assured her that the child would be brought back home on weekends for them to visit with him. But, for the next 18 years of his life he was now a ward of the state.
Dusty handed over the keys to her car and the black shirt drove off waving with a huge smile and wishing her a good day.
Dusty stood there in disbelief, her face streaming with tears. How could this have happened? She was an Obama supporter, had voted for him and donated to his campaign. She was a liberal for crying out loud. She decided she would walk down to the local police department and report this as a kidnapping and car theft. That black shirt was a fraud she just knew it.
Once inside the police station she reported to the officer on duty what had happened. He made a few phone calls while she sat nervously chewing her lip and watching handcuffed felons coming and going to and from different rooms.
About fifteen minutes later, the police officer told her there had been no mistake and the black shirt was not a fraud and he had been doing federal government duty. She demanded that the police do “something” about getting her baby and her car back. The police officer told her there was nothing he could do and chastised her for not knowing the laws by now.
Dusty shook her head and said she knew of no such laws. The policeman shook his head in despair. “Lady”, he said, “you didn’t keep up with the executive orders that were being passed down did you?” Dusty shook her head no. As he laughed he said to her, “Too busy watching American Idol?”
At that moment, Dusty started screaming and several officers dragged her off to a room where she was tranquilized by a state nurse. Dusty fell into a dreamy state, once again humming to herself,
“Imagine there’s no countries
It isn’t hard to do
Nothing to kill or die for
And no religion too
Imagine all the people
Living life in peace……”
To be continued………….