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Who knew FEMA anticipates the President of the United States taking command in a disaster situation such as Irene, by having an official name plate at the ready for just such an occasion. But then, this man is the Master of Disaster!
Perhaps a bold prediction, but logic sometimes dictates where ebbs and tides of over-thrown governments will develop next.
If Libya's Muammar Muhammad al-Gaddafi's dictatorship-like kingdom was viewed as a finger-painted story book fairytale, Hugo Chavez probably would qualify to serve as Gadaffi's court jester.
Granted, on the world stage, these two paper mache pseudo monarchs may be separated by continents, but they share one very important asset. Both are world players in global oil production, and in today's energy strapped world, those who possess this valuable resource are forewarned to keep a watchful eye on those in their close public and private circles.
Hugo Chavez has not been very selective in either category. And in Hugo's world it is sometimes difficult to understand his motivational choice of all those characters in this mutual admiration society. He tries to surround himself with celebrities such as Sean Penn and partners this playground puppet on a sea-saw with the likes of Iranian President Mahmoud Ahmadinejad.
This latter mentioned pal could very well lead to his downfall. When Chavez began rubbing shoulders with Ahmadinejad, certainly this relationship raised more than eyebrows around American intelligence communities. And then when the Iranians began weekly private government, uncensored and unchecked flights into Caracas some years ago, no doubt it appeared on our CIA's radar screen as more than perhaps an exchange of bananas and hemp (although Chavez is known to enjoy a bowl or two on special occasions. Maybe more-so now that his cancer serves as an excuse for openly blowing the weed)!
So, lets see how this all plays out on the world stage. But don't be surprised if one day soon you are greeted by news of a violent shake up south of the border, but closer to our shores with a shift of regime changes moving nearer our very own continent.
No. Really! He is just waaaay too happy and unattached to reality.
I mean, think about it. Were the Mayans off in their much talked about projected Apocalypse calendar prediction.
He is after all President of the United States, so indeed he would be privy to really, really sensitive information. You know, like maybe some out of control celestial body is at this very moment hurling its way to a destiny of death collision with Mother Earth.
Or wait, wait--here's a good one. We naysayers were probably wrong all along about that Global Warming crap and we're about to ignite into a fiery module of mushy molten stuff. Who knows, who knows I ask you. Has anyone heard a peep out of Al Gore recently. Maybe he's taken his billions, hooked up with Richard Branson and together they are passionately snuggled together, ready to blast off for some safe distant galactic, who knows where.
Maybe a place where all the other Bilderberg groupies scraped together a couple gazillion and bought their own Club Med on the other side of the Milky Way.
Hell how do I know--I'm just talkin' crazy now. But what else is a normally sane-thinking American suppose to think with all the dilly-dallying around our leader has been up to. I mean, and let's be honest (for a change, even you ultra-liberal progressive Dems), what grown man would go riding around through Martha's Vineyard on a stinkin' sissy girly bike! At least Russia's Vlad Putin puts on the tough guy act to cover his sissyness! But then, that's another issue for another day! Yeah right, listen to me, acting like we have more time!
So perhaps we should all follow our leader's lead--hell, let's just accept the fact that the Swine Flu was a legitimate pandemic, but it's deadly date was somehow also misread!
Think what you want--fry baby fry. But that's not for me. What is for me is fulfilling a life-long dream to get me one of them there fancy pink, sissy girly bikes with one of those ringy, chinky bells. See Ya!