Wednesday, October 28, 2009

Folk sayings seem like foolish stuff when first heard. Eventually, one comes to see them for what they represent and appreciate the manner in which they are used – when used correctly.

“Snake Oil Salesman” may be translated, I think, to some one that wants into your money pouch with out much thought or experience, once you’ve heard it spoken. It takes a bit longer, and, unfortunately experienced once, for understanding exposure to the voice of the Salesman is the stock in trade.

The cure is not listening. More correctly, listening, judging and removing oneself from the local.

Another saying is; “He smiles too much.”  That one is more difficult to discern most times, but is related to the Snake Oil Salesman. The practitioner in both cases has the beach front property to sell.

I’d place Obama as the Snake Oil Salesman and Bidden as the smiling Oil Lease Seller/Buyer (The Owner of the Dallas Cowboys, before his old age maturity began setting in is another example). One wants you to listen to his voice and follow forever; the other to see his smile and believe – not caring what happens after you buy his pitch, only that you buy, now.

Then there is this one: “A cornered rat will fight.”

Keeping simplistic, we’ve had eight years of war against rats. We’re told, by men that don’t appear to be selling snake oil or smiling too much, that we can expect more war. Those unsmiling men used words like “generational conflict.”

Having thought about it, I tend to agree with them. We began a war in Afghanistan against a group called the Taliban, and Al Quieda.   They’d turned Afghanistan into their home land.

Then we started a war in Iraq.

There is something very important to understand about the two wars. Something very important to understand. The fellow running Iraq wasn’t the ONLY reason for the Iraq incursion.

One of Americas Generals said it exactly the way it needed to be said without giving away the entire game plan. If he’d said it any other way, the Iraq war might not have happened, lasted as long, accomplished as much. The General said we’d fight it our way, on our terms and on the grounds of our choosing.

We gave a war, and sure enough they came.

Oh, not all the Leaders, but some. The best and brightest and wannabe leaders,  We killed them, just like the General said we would. We harried them, and chased them and they scattered like a flock of geese, each in its own direction. We left them alone and they congregated, and we killed some more, they scattered; we left them alone – until finally, they got educated. They stopped the nonsense. Because people don’t care to be in charge when their head is on the block and not protected by the world wide amnesty accorded recognized leaders, their war suffered from lack of leadership and consequently, from cohesion and direction.

And we’re still waging war in Afghanistan, because Pakistan is friendly to the West. Because Pakistan is a wall, because the Allied Armies have made Afghanistan a wall.

The rat is cornered and must fight.

The problem is: The Chief Cat is a Snake Oil Salesman and the Product Of Harmony is a failed and proven failed product.

Just as are the other products of the Snake Oil Salesman’s Show, and the music of the drummers, Bidden, Pelosi and the Nv Senator are failed administrators with any common sense or truthful tongues.


From the reaches,

Ten Mile 

About tenwhiskey

User tenwhiskey is also the author of this blog. He currently lives in small town Kansas in a semi-retired condition. His kids are married and gone (thank you). An empty nester. Divorced. Very happy with life as it is. Ten Mile maintains a personal blog here, writing of events as they appear to him; commentary, and opinions abound. He deviates into fiction as the mood strikes and creates flash fiction stories and short stories. He will not warn the reader when he drifts from fact to fiction. He feels adults are, generally, smart enough to figure out which is which. He does, however, attempt to make his fiction sound as true to life as possible. You have been warned. He, as time permits, writes and occasionally sells writing. More often than not he gives it away to various non-paying publishers of Ether Magazines, forums or for entertainment on a wall for in need of a hand friends. He likes candy, pies and a certain amount of strife. In the matter of strife - in his yourth on the farm, he became embroiled in a slinging fight. The fight involved lath as a launcher, fresh cow patties as ammo and it was a six way free for all. A little mud only adds (Umm?) a certain taste to life.
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