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Step Right Up Folks

Everybody and their brother are talking about how the jobs numbers have been cooked. They are now saying that a large state was left out of the tally. I am not surprised. There’s plenty I won’t put past this Administration.

The real problem is their disdain for America and Americans. Believing that we are stupid, mindless sheep who will latch on to silly catch phrases drives them to do their dog and pony show. The dog and pony incidentally are cardboard cutouts.

The federal government has been turned into a carnival where the main attraction is a freak show. The Executive Branch is adept at performing classic misdirection and games of pass the blame. Transparency is an illusion.

Instead of transparency, we are given smoke, mirrors and sarcasm—lots and lots of sarcasm. Like a barker, the White House directs our eyes to the shows they want us to see. Pay no attention to the people outside the tent. We may never know the entire truth of what happened in Libya, but the lies they tried to feed us were not palatable.

They do not want us to see the real numbers behind unemployment, government assistance, Obamacare, and our debt. To distract us, they throw gifts into the crowd, like free phones, or have someone mutter another idiotic comment. Act after act is thrown into the center ring diverting attention from what is really happening.

Portions of the audience are still oohing and ahhing over the tricks of incredible feat. Many have figured out that there is something up the proverbial sleeve. Others have simply left the tent.

If I wanted to attend a circus, then I would have purchased a ticket. Smug smiles do not belong on the national stage. The Oval Office has no place for arrogance. It is time for the clowns in the West Wing to pile back into their Volt and drive back to whence they came. The government should work for the people, not in spite of us.

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