Once upon a time, on Jan. 19, President Barack Obama swiftly scurried through the inviting gates of Walt Disney World's Magic Kingdom in sunny Lake Buena Vista, Fla.
Upon his Air Force One arrival, bluebirds of happiness triumphantly tweeted and twittered, while a skeptical, stately statue of Walt and Mickey silently stood by, woefully watching as their guest Mouseketeer was getting his shine on.
Cheering crowds of fanatic fans and costumed characters lined the Kingdom's sunlit main street as the Machiavellian Mouseketeer spoke with self-assured swagger and Pepsident smile of promoting U.S. tourism and the economy, boldly proclaiming the Magic Kingdom to be "open for business," magically, however, making no mention of America's enchanting debt of 15 trillion dollars, a destructive debt far more reaching that planet Pluto.
For the past three years, a dwarfed and disenchanted America have been subversively saturated with political pixie dust, painfully pinched by Pinnochio promises of "yes, we can," leaving us mislead, marauded and marooned in never, never land.
Afflicted America, wishing only to live happily ever after, has troublesomely tumbled down a harmful hole, somberly struggling to survive repeated polluted potions of economic elixirs and causticly cast spells of socialism form a meddlesome Mouseketeer hailing from the fantasy world called Washington, a repulsive realm defying all logic.
Anxious America, longing to whistle as it works and not be too late for our very important date with deserved greatness will be wishing upon a star for the supercalifragillisticexpialidocious day Barack Obama becomes a one-term president.
Hence, a magical moral for Mickey and others with ears, the mirror has spoken as it hangs on our wall, concluding that "we the people" remain the fairest of all.
Jeff Auge
Williamsport
