Since the Red Team’s debate™ in South Carolina, Rip likes Uncle Fred Thompson. Was it the spunky comment about jihadists and virgin delights? Because he got some rest, a facial and plenty of make up? Because he’s a Presidential sort of male person, relaxed, deep voiced, been-around-the-block manner? No, Rip likes him because on a trip to Manhattan he once visited a wax museum and saw a spitting image of candidate Fred who might still be viable in November.

To bring him up to date, I tell Rip that money today is like a “Continental,” worth so little that you can’t buy a house to live in. When you rent ‘your’ house from the bank you pay property taxes for mandatory schools from which the State takes your children so that a union of female communists can train them to be world citizens. His mouth was working like a fresh-caught fish, so we had some cider and talked about “social security,” an early form of government by crisis. He asked if he was old enough to collect and I said the finances were more complicated than figuring his age since the speed of time is relative not only to cider intake but to the honesty of government.

A talk show host says, “Our boss is the truth”; he meant mass-produced clichés that suppress thought are boss. Wild Bull Malarkey agreed, Machiavelli’s’ dust tittered.

Rip said he was voting for Ron Paul even if he’s a combination steam valve and collection box that will be made to disappear when time shall serve. Then I showed him a TV and clicked on “We Instruct, You Provide,” its imperial-fascist graphics and stable of blow-dried morons and chattering starlets in red sweaters and expensive neckwear.

It was the evening after the Michigan primary and they were selling a new definition of “economic conservative”: demanding “government grants” starting at $20 billion to rescue the lives and economy of states destroyed by outsourcing, federal takeover of land, water and agriculture with regulations and licenses required for everything. “Government grant” means more taxes, impoverishment and consequent enslavement of people whose lives will be used to support bureaucrats and lawyers.

Rip had some more cider and stared at the red sweaters like a good citizen…

The Red winner says “Washington is broke and we’re going to fix it.” Rip says, if it’s broke, why not just toss it in the dumpster or use it for landfill and build a racetrack or casino on it. I tell him it is a casino but the landfill idea has legs. Red Winner also says he takes his inspiration from Ronald Reagan and George Herbert Walker Bush, two men who disliked each other, initially; then the Gipper learned to see things more clearly.

None of the candidates mentioned the California proposal to have the State monitor and regulate everyone’s thermostat: achtung! (See article, “2020 Vision” for context).

Rather than analyze (really), the talking hairstyles have sold the concept of “Hillary positioning her self as strong on defense.” Rip asked, “defense of what,” said something about Dame Van Winkle and we laughed bitterly for a bit. O look: there’s the President chatting with lawyer Van Sisterhood. His father says he likes “strong women.”

The imperial network, the false alternative, keeps grinding the big lie about today’s “liberals” (Nanny-State Globalist Tyrants) and their staged dialectic with conservatives like Mitt Romney. While governor of Massachusetts the man impressed us with two main qualities: ambition and deceit. He’s chiseled and has definite Regional World Controller capabilities. Like his fellow Feudal-State fascist, John McCain, Mr. Open borders and free bennies for illegal aliens, he gives Team Blue several representatives on Team Red.

They talked a lot about the primaries in Nevada, first Blue then Red. Rip’s friend didn’t know Nevada had any permanent residents aside from a few imperiled ranchers, card dealers and hookers. The Corporate Collective (Federal Gummint) owns 3/4th of the State so why risk having the peasants realize that the vote totals are cooked? Truth is boss…

Hillary ran against a horse with no name and got about half the vote according to die bold. Michelle Obama is a member of the Chicago chapter of the Council on Foreign Relations, www.ccfr.org as well as a highly remunerated member of a Medical Center there: Bravo! The “camps” of Mrs. Senator Clinton and Mr. Obama have stirred up a “race” issue but for all the blather no mainstream pundits have reported or discussed (?) that candidate Obama belongs to a Church with a decided anti-white and anti-American, pro-African statement of principles. Of course they won’t report or discuss it: 1) they are stupid, 2) their job is to suppress not only discussion but the ability to discuss and, 3) since early November 2006 it has been obvious that the Blue ticket will be Mrs. Clinton and B. Obama so not supporting them, it will be suggested is “racist and a sexist”™. This will help the blues triumph, further balkanize the nation pending its definitive break-up, increase language-encoded lies and further suppress the ability and freedom to think. It’s like gender hate crimes: the plaintiff decides if you’re guilty and when the Plaintiff-in-Chief is “I am Woman” almost half of us will be even guiltier than we already are.

‘You’re not supposed to notice,’ I remark and Rip applied to the cider jug. “Truth is our boss” says the talking head.

The commentators were having another go at it: they couldn’t insult Mike Huckabee enough or treat the great McCain with sufficient deference. Big-eared “Bubbles” was “reporting live,” a physical impossibility and two other goons reminded me of an April day in New England: if you totaled their IQ’s it might not make 50, but they told us how things were shaking out, horse race-wise. The moderator, who, like any plausible person loves to fake-laugh at his own non-jokes declared McCain to be "statesmanlike™."

“Momentum is critical”™ declared the official conservative as any attention not focused on the New England Patriots turned to the Palmetto state. Of course this is the decade of “The Patriots” and the “Red Sox”: it’s just the way things turned out.

Not having the heart to wake Rip, I dreamed of little men with long beards, tall hats and the sound of scattershot ninepins. I dreamed that someone said, “Tonight is a victory of optimism!” Happy days were here again; ain’t we got fun? I thought about liberal fascism and H. G. Wells’ suggestion that we all learn to be “enlightened Nazis” so ably discussed in Jonah Goldberg’s new book which could make some sense of what passes for political discourse: too far down the path to INGSOC. Rip hadn’t liked the need to get a license and endure a waiting period before replacing his fowling piece. If Dame Van Winkle had filed a DPO against him he’d never get one: there’d be nothing to do, -- except serve time; or one could turn coat and be a time-server for the Daily TRUTH.

A conservative eunuch opined that Hillary’s tears “were certainly genuine.” How about we have a triumvirate rule us? There’s a precedent…

Shortly before she was murdered, Benazir Bhutto talked with time-server David Frost about the situation in Pakistan, an instant wonder created by Britain in 1946. Aside from mentioning “the man who killed Osama bin Laden” she said that while the terrorists in Pakistan were a genuine danger it would be more valuable to investigate those funding and financing them. Will Mitt fix that: the blues won’t either…

There is, however one place in the world where no investigation is required to see who is funding terrorists: the oligarchic Baronies of America and Europe direct their peoples, through a “democratic process” to fund, arm and have their personnel train jihadists to murder Jews in Israel to expunge all sovereignty from the model of sovereignty, ordered liberty and free will (see “Democracy, Tyranny and a Model of Ordered Liberty”). Some things don’t change: when Blue Hillary promoted the big lie in 1999 there was a storm: when Red George made it the centerpiece of his foreign policy it was called the road map to “peace,” the war process to the World Security State.

But at the track, we can make a difference: it’s a horse race, a remarkable bordello.

“We’ll change the tax structure” says Fred Thompson, the implausible dream; but how? Didn’t the Government’s own Comptroller say the actual deficit is several trillion dollars papered over by social security funds and tax revenues? The conservative from Arkansas said that “Moms and Dads raise children better than the government does”; a true and very radical statement at times when we’ve got blues like those above. Without giving a reference point or plan he added, “We want government to be as small as it can be” and “a government that leaves us alone”: don’t sweat the details.

That’s what it sounded like inside Rip’s dream. Inside were cider, fire, and a tiny spark of hope. Outside was the blob and purple haze.