YOU can save them. By bringing your motor to market. By flooding the world with cheap clean electricity. “See?”, President Obama will say, “I told you I knew best.” Even as he mops his brow with relief over his unexpected reprieve. You will buy them a decade, or a year, or a week, in which to further enslave and confuse us.
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Open Letter to John Galt
Posted: June 15, 2010 by xcowboy2 in Based on a true story, Dystopian Fiction, Fiction, Political FictionThis is ridiculous, he thought, and that night he tore the Navigon off of his dashboard and took it back to the electronics store. “This system is exactly backwards!” He shouted. “Everything it tells me is the exact opposite of what I know I should do! It’s going to get me killed!”. The salesperson sneered “You just don’t understand electronics.”
Parable #8: Morgan Stanley
Posted: April 14, 2010 by xcowboy2 in Based on a true story, Fiction, ParablesMorgan Stanley sat on a wall Morgan Stanley had a great fall All the king’s horses and all the king’s men Could put Morgan together again. But they damn well shouldn’t…. Richard Gleaves Uncommon Sense Rebirth of Reason: Richard Gleaves YouTube:’This is John Galt Speaking’
Parable #7: The Boy Who Cried Racist
Posted: April 14, 2010 by xcowboy2 in Fiction, Parables, Political FictionOnce upon a time in the small fishing community of Sodom-on-the-Potomac, a woman gave birth to a very unusual child. Some babies are born a bit blue, some run a bit red. But as the doctor lifted this infant by its legs and raised it to the morning light, its mother could see this child [...]
Parable #6: The Bowing Chicken
Posted: April 14, 2010 by xcowboy2 in Fiction, Parables, Political FictionIn her perch high above, the pompous little chicken tried to sleep. She thought about the warning of the old dog. Was she being foolish? Should she put a watch on the farm? Was there really a danger? She couldn’t imagine how the world could be all that dangerous. She had lived all her life in a neat little barnyard. She’d been pampered and spoiled. She’d never faced hardship or battle.


