A while back I came across a post concerning an interview Obama gave to "60 Minutes". In the interview Obama is seen giggling and laughing and is called on it by the reporter, to which he replies "well you need a little gallows humor" or something to that effect. Glad he mentioned hanging and not some conservative---now that would have created something of a fire-storm. The article mentioned that Barack looked and acted like he was high---the giggles, laughs, etc. Guess the truth will never be known---his actions did raise some eye-brows, however.
Anyway after reading the post and viewing the "60 Minutes" video, I got to thinking about by days some years ago and my frequent visits with Maryjane (marijuana). Often I would come in after a long hard day at the office change clothes and go to my friends house. There Tim, my friend, and I would relax and fire-up the old bong and enjoy the sultry Florida evening. During those long (and they were long) evenings we would discuss and solve most of the world's problems. However, I did notice the next day that all the solutions had slipped away and could not to be retrieved until our next visit to Maryjanes place. During the trips Tim and I saw some things differently--I would focus on the small (like looking at the details of the bark on a tree), while my friend would focus on the large (the whole forest and beyond). I was looking to the infinity of the small and he the infinity of the large. He often said, "where the big meets the small there you would find the answer to it all." Tim is gone now, died at the young age of 44. I miss my friend. Enough of the reminiscing, back to that post on Obama.
While reading that thought provoking post I was reminded of Jonathan Swift's, Gulliver's Travels. And the 4 stories in his satire. The first being the best known of his visit to the land of the Lilliputians---the examination of the small and seemingly petty things in life. And next the visit to the land of the giants (the Brobdingnagian's)---there Swift was holding a magnifying glass up to the world and pointing out the imperfections. And finally, the land of the horses (the Houyhnhnm's)---there Gulliver saw the perfection in nature, a Utopia. So as I read that post I was wondering what Obama was thinking of, if indeed, he was in a cloud of smoke--the Lilliputians, the Brobdingnagian's, or the Houyhnhnm's. Suddenly, the reality hit me---of course it was the Houyhnhnm's! There he would have found his vision of a "Socialist Utopia." The perfect world which all liberals dream of and wish to impose on us all for our own good. Or maybe he sees something more ominous---a land where he is Gulliver and we, well we are the Lilliputians. By Ron Russell