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The Great Gubbamint Dime Hoist

There you have it:  proof!
The dime is gone!
If that does not prove, conclusively,
that the Gubbamint is invading
our privacies and back yards,
then nothing does!

As you undoubtedly know,
because you undoubtedly read
my earlier post, "Just an ordinary guy,
thinking it through" (a couple back),
I became concerned that the Gubbamint was using the Hubble telescope,
built with our money, not to look back in time and space at what things were like billions of years ago--that was just a ruse--but to spy on things happening in our back yard.  And when I read that, should they do that, they could read the print on a dime, it all became clear to me:  the Gubbamint was going to confiscate our money; especially our dimes!  

 Anyway, as every fool knows, the Creation from Intelligent Design happened no more than ten thousand years ago, and probably less:  there wasn't a Garden of Eden billions of years ago because even god is not that old, not measured in Mesopotamian years!  A year in Mesopotamia is exactly as old as the Mesopotamians said it was; neither more nor less!

So to test the theory, just a couple of days ago, I put a dime out in our back yard--I provided photographic proof, just as I am doing now with a new photo--to show that the Hubble telescope not only was capable of finding dimes in our back yards, but that the Gubbamint was sending agents to confiscate those dimes!

I swear, on a Bible and lots of other books, too, that I did not go out there and pick up that dime!  I did not!  Why should I lie?  I am not the Gubbamint!  I took a picture of where it was, and it is not there!

Not even our neighbor, next door, has a telescope power powerful enough to read a dime in our back yard--there is a tree in the way, and a dog--but the Hubble telescope can, and did, and the dime is gone, which proves that someone took it, and the only people who could possibly know have a Hubble!

I am not proud to say this, but only a few weeks ago, I would not have had the courage to say these things, but now we have had an election, and just a lot of things are becoming clearer than they were before:  mostly, the Gubbamint is not on our side!  We have to admit that it has fallen into the hands of dime grabbers with telescopes!  Do not, do not under any circumstances, hide your dimes in the backyard, thinking they will be safe from alien powers with Hubble-vision.  

 It proves, doesn't it, that Barack Obama was born in Kenya, and that Hillary Clinton deserves to be put in jail, and that there is a vast, international conspiracy probably with offices and secret Twitter accounts at the U.N., conspiring to take over the universe!  And they are financing it on our dime!

I will admit that I feel relieved, now that like-minded patriots are going to take over our Gubbamint, but I have learned my lesson:  that they will become money-grabbers, too, especially now that the Hubble is working so well, and pointed downhill.

As I said, if this does not prove there is a vast Gubbamint conspiracy, then nothing does!

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