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Our Huckleberry Friend

Andy "Moon River" Williams, whose voice
enchanted Ronald Reagan, thinks Barack Obama
is terrible; that Obama want the Republic to fail,
and to become a Marxist country, instead.

Andy "Moon River" Williams, is out of his 81-year-old mind!

Ah, who cares about Andy Williams?
If it were not the case that opinions like his
are the red meat of the Republican Party,
sane people would just laugh and say something
about how good Andy's face lifts are.

I know something about getting old.
I know that about sixty years ago, Joe McCarthy
(who could have used a face lift) scared all of us
by charging that there were communists
all over our government.  John Birchers believed
that even that Dwight Eisenhower was a
conscious agent of the communist conspiracy.
In quieter times, we recognized, not only what
nonsense that was, but what hysteria it was.

The same kind of baloney is being sold now
by ultra-conservative political and religious fanatics.
It is enough to make sensible people quit eating meat.

I wish I knew more about human psychology.
It is fairly evident that a significant part of our population
is susceptible to conspiracy theories.  They live
in a world infested with secret societies and treasonous
plans.  The obvious absurdity of what they say
seems perfectly sensible to them.  For instance:

Obama was born in Kenya.
When he was born, someone planted an article
in a Hawiian newspaper saying he was born there.
A phony birth record was manufactured in Hawaii.
The plan was to make Obama President some day
so that he could . . . What?  Make us all Marxists?
Appoint an Hispanic woman to the Supreme Court?
Drive General Motors and Chrysler into bankruptcy
so that he could take over the companies?
Manipulate the financial system so that he could
give bankers an obscene amount of money?
Put something odd into the drinking water
in South Carolina, causing widespread insanity?

You may want to write and tell Andy Williams
how much you love "Moon River". 
I think he has a P. O. Box in Branson, Missouri.

If the communists have not taken over the Post Office.
On second thought, don't write and leave a paper trail!
Why put yourself on a list of patriots to be arrested?

Just hum your support:  "Moon River, and me...."

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