Tea Party and the Second Civil War

Julius and George worked on a plan to take control of the world’s financial market. Julius told his billionaire friend a secret about the rising political star. Mr. Cambello says, “He’s a rubber neck, George, not a leather neck. He couldn’t command a troop of cub scouts. However, the people around him are showing him the way. He’s surrounded himself with czars. It’ll be off their mistakes that we solve the world’s problems.” Each man lifted their wine glasses and toasted each other. They leaned on each other for their ingenuity. A dynasty was in the making. Of the two men one claimed fame from ghastly underworld deals. The Hungarian, he masterfully played the stock market at the right time. They wanted more. The president was merely skipping into the White House, because no serious contender was at the forefront. Major conflict was over. Only a mop up drill remained in Iraq and the Afghanistan Taliban was no match for US and UN forces. The president’s public credentials were guarded secrets, but that didn’t seem to matter. People liked what they saw, but he was a pawn of the two billionaires. They rarely linked to each other because of the continental divide. Even their political lines didn’t run straight. Chicago politics and European politics had some minor similarities. Julius and George’s social joints were lubricated by using other people’s money. This was the common bond. They both spoke in glowing terms of helping America and Europe return to prosperity. Their political method might well be called a legalized national pick-pocket operation. The political scam of the century - was having a hand in the pocket of American and European businesses. The president was ready to spread the wealth of America by piping the right music to the American public and the Europeans. The United States president had a personal goal, spreading the wealth of America. He was a political marvel. The dramatic campaign speeches stated his goal of spreading the wealth along with unifying the nation. His coronation drove a wedge into the heart and soul of American society. The European man, he dropped out of sight. His job was done. The other man had far more greatness on his mind. He was going after a bigger prize. The president didn’t get close to the bank owner. Julius was like a distant star. Like Pluto or a stepfather far removed from the son, he never got close to his son. Since they didn’t know each other, no one would ever be hurt by his metaphoric odorless conniving. Only the wind of change would carry the monoxide to poison American society. The uttered words were habit forming and hooked the citizens like a cocaine addiction. The president used his fans euphoria and adulation cleverly. He sold the fruit of hope and change.