This is Thursday after breakfast October 4, 2012. Let’s start with last night’s debate, which is uppermost in people’s mind. I didn’t even wait for the debate to be completely over before I got on line and fired off my response on the blogisphere. Mike Meloy was pretty much non compus mentus in terms of his response last night, and talked over everything he played so if you hadn’t heard all of the debate you couldn’t hear it here, either. I had Meloy’s show on till about 9:35 and then went to bed. Clearly there would be no “turning point” where one could rest assured Obama had the race in the bag. Can you picture Johnson debating Goldwater in 1964 and giving a performance like that? Hell, ho! Obama was looking down staring at his shoes like one of Romney’s black servents being dressed down. Obama was the furthest thing from “Presidential” last night. As to Jim Lerr he’s usually not so scatter-brained as he evidenced last night. Sure Romney hogged the time, but there was no rule President Obama could not have done the same thing if he had cared to. In general I slept well last night.
I got up at five thirty and made coffee and turned on Bill Press. Bill never came home last night so I guess relations with Olivia must have gone well. Bill had guests and Stephanie Miller had guests. I never bought this crap about “How the media loves a horse race”. I think perhaps millions of democrats may well be thinking “Perhaps I better re-think voting for a third party candidate”. If a sports player say on basketball performed as badly as the President did last night were I the coach I’d be tempted to kick him off the team. The analogy would be me coming out before the game and doing a regular Harlem Globe trotters routine with fancy dribbles and spinning the ball on my finger and all. And then the rest of the team comes out for the game, and really stinks up the place. I’ve never been into the school of thinking that “President Obama is using the rope a dope strategy”. You know a week ago Saturday night I too let “a lot of good points go unsaid” and challenges unanswered. This is because I exist in a realm where family members, if they can’t hit below the belt, don’t even want to get in the ring at all. Fighting fair is anathema to them. Dr. Levy, too, uses bullying tacticts like High School seniors bullying an under-developed freshmen. Dr. Levy makes all these pugnatious below the belt statements, which in some other setting might result in coming to blows. But he knows he can get away with it. Some might say to me, “Yeah, but people like Paul and Dr. Levy are so upbeat and cherry most of the time- - unlike you. You could learn from them”. My response to this is, “You know of course they can afford to be upbeat and all, because they don’t have anybody else in their world like Themselves, that they have to contend with”. Pastor Mark once admitted that “I thank God that there is only one of me as a preacher. One of me is enough”. It would be a case for either Dr. Levy or Paul of saying ‘You know, you wouldn’t talk so loud - - you wouldn’t seem to proud- - - if you had to stand inside my shoes” to borrow from two different Dylan songs. You know I am at the mercy of my environment. That Three AM awakening last week where I heard Janet talking with Pete about Nora’s stealing all this stuff from her room. I thanked God that such things had happened almost not at all with me. But of course I have learned from experience that “Thanking God for his grace” is often the very door cracked open to give the Devil entry and stick it to you, and that’s just what happened Sunday evening. I’ve seen it too often with myself and others. Scripture says to give no place to the Devil. No port of entry, and thanking God for his grace is just the open door Satan often uses. Of course I know if I had my own place or even my own room that the odds of theft would go way down. And I curse my family for even putting myself in this financially vulnerably and personal vulnerable state. When I went to breakfast that Oriental guy was sitting in my seat and it was difficult to get him out. You know all kinds of “shit could go down” every day were I not so lucky most of the time. I saw Brenda wearing a black Raiders shirt, and you can get the first thing I did when I got back to my room was to check my own closet. We had Rice Krispies and I got toast and butter and jelly from Mark, in addition to my own. I owed Mark 75 cents as you know, but he has amped up demands for full payment since I paid him fifty cents of it. I told him I could pay him all but about three cents of the remainder but he said ‘Keep it till you can pay me the full thing. And by the way I want a quarter, not small change”. We got our scrambled eggs and coffee. But I would conclude my earlier thought that I didn’t like the idea of President Obama and Romney even appearing to be friendly last night or Obama’s statement that “I guess it wouldn’t be so bad if Romney were President. America is a strong country. It will survive. I’m sure a lot of good Germans said the same thing in 1933 also. America as a nation is toast if Romney gets into office, and we are already almost there already. You know that people like Judy are going to keep their lips hermetically zipped if Romney gets in and profits from this “endless stream of printing press money” that the Fed Chairman will be pumping into the US economy. And Mitt Romney will only say “It’s my genious that pulled this economy out”. It won't be because we "have a man of God occupying the office" and God looks down and smiles and 'gives our country more time to Repent". Someone said that for a Christian to get into power is skin to the plot of the Dead Zone, where you have someone with fanticies about the Rapture of the faithful coming in America or something. It's an old saying you can talk to God all you please, but the minute you start hearing back voices, it's time to get out the butterfly netting. Some people would say "Test the spirits" before listening to them. Last night it was like the turnstiles had been disengaged and people like Mitt Romney were driving all over the lot without paying. (Selah)
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