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SaintLouieWoman
03-24-2010, 09:59 AM
Have seen this before, but it had more meaning today after Obama's ramming the healthbill down our throat. It's gotten beyond just the dinner roll----how much longer til he continues with his takeover?



The Dinner Roll ...

Once upon a time I was invited to the White House for a private dinner
with the President.

I am a respected businessman, with a factory that produces memory chips for computers and portable electronics.

There was some talk that my industry was being scrutinized by the
administration, but I paid it no mind. I live in a FREE country. There's
nothing that the government can do to me if I've broken no laws. My
wealthwas EARNED honestly, and an invitation to dinner with an American Presidentis an honor.

I checked my coat, was greeted by the Chief of Staff, and joined the
President in a yellow dining room.

We sat across from each other at a table draped in white linen. The
Great Seal was embossed on the china. Uniformed staff served our dinner.

The meal was served , and I was startled when my waiter suddenly reached out, plucked a dinner roll off my plate and began nibbling it as he walked back to the kitchen..

"Sorry 'bout that," said the President. "Andrew is very hungry."

"I don't appreciate..." I began, but as I looked into the calm brown eyes
across from me, I felt immediately guilty and petty. It was just a
dinnerroll. "Of course," I concluded, and reached for my glass.

Before I could, however, another waiter reached forward, took the glass
away and swallowed the wine in a single gulp.. "And his brother, Eric, is
very thirsty," said the President.

I didn't say anything. The President is testing my compassion, I
thought. I withheld my comments and decided to play along.

I don't wantto seem unkind..
My plate was whisked away before I had tasted a bite..

"Eric's children are also quite hungry."

With a lurch, I crashed to the floor. My chair had been pulled out from
under me.

I stood, brushing myself off angrily, and watched as it was carried from
the room.

And their grandmother can't stand for long."

I excused myself, smiling outwardly, but inside feeling like a fool.
Obviously I had been invited to the White House to be sport for some game. I reached for my coat, to find that it had been taken.

I turned back to the President.

"Their grandfather doesn't like the cold."

I wanted to shout, "that was my coat!" But again, I looked at the placid
smiling face of my host and decided I was being a poor sport. I spread my
hands helplessly and chuckled.

Then I felt my hip pocket and realized my wallet was gone. I excused
myself and walked to a phone on an elegant side table.

I learned shortly that my credit cards had been maxed out, my bank
accounts emptied, my retirement and equity portfolios had vanished, and mywife had been thrown out of our home.

Apparently, the waiters and their families were moving in. The President
hadn't moved or spoken as I learned all this, but finally I lowered the
phone into its cradle and turned to face him.

"Andrew's whole family has made bad financial decisions. They haven't
planned for retirement and they need a house. They recently defaulted on
asubprime mortgage. I told them they could have your home. They need itmore than you do."

My hands were shaking. I felt faint. I stumbled back to the table and
knelt on the floor.

The President cheerfully cut his meat, ate his steak, and drank his wine.
I lowered my eyes and stared at the small grey circles on the tablecloth
that were water drops.

"By the way," he added , "I have just signed an Executive Order
nationalizing your factories.

I'm firing you as head of your business. I'll be operating the firm now
for the benefit of all mankind.

There's a whole bunch of Erics and Andrews out there and they can't cometo you for jobs groveling like beggars..we need to spread YOUR wealtharound...."

I looked up.. The President dropped his spoon into the empty ramekin
which had been his crème Brule.

He drained the last drops of his wine. As the table was cleared, he lit
a cigarette and leaned back in his chair.

He stared at me. I clung to the edge of the table as if it were a ledge
and I were a man hanging over an abyss.

I thought of the years behind me, of the life I had lived. The life I
had earned with a lifetime of work, risk and struggle.

Why was I punished? How had I allowed it to be taken? What game had I played and lost? I looked across the table and noticed with some surprise that there was no game board between us.

What had I done wrong?

As if answering the unspoken thought, the President suddenly cocked his
head, locked his empty eyes to mine, and bared a million teeth, chucklingwryly as he folded his hands.

"You should have stopped me at the dinner roll," he said..