No ma can serve two masters. For ether he shall hate the one and love the other: or els he shall lene to ye one and despise ye other: ye can not serve God and mammon.
Well, the saying goes that you can’t serve two masters, so I guess it has deflated a few over-inflated egos this morning since we now have a new King.
Reminds me of yet another cliche-quote, “…long live the King” (redacted here to keep Echelon, and the whip of Big Brother Barack off’n my lil’ ol, hard-working and over-taxed back).
Some turnabout of “fair” play, huh?
What used to be a fat, cigar-chompin’ white guy in a straw hat has now metamorphed into, well, you get the picture.
Things have really “changed”.
Well, now we realize that even the straw boss is a servant to someone, somewhere.
The only difference is, this “someone” is actually a “something” – Mother Earth.
I remember my good professeur, “Space Ship Earth”, lil’ Tony Econ, 101. How he always used to call it, “space-ship, Earth”. wow.
Space Ship Earth.
Now, there is a concept.
Bet it made tingles run up his…well (if he had one).
At any rate, such is life for those who sell their souls to mammon.
The things of this earth.
I’m afraid that cap and trade is exactly that.
We have sold our souls already to abortion by allowing our taxes to fund even killing during and after delivery, and now we sell them for this hog-wash called “global warming”.
You will remember (for I never let you forget) that I come out of public relations school – flim flam.
Carpet-bagging, bonafied…”guaranteed” to get out your toughest stains, 100% pure – flim, flam.
Well, I guess that’s Obamageddon for ya, babee!
Open up your wallets, it’s going to be a rough ride.