Throwing a Hail Mary Pass into the Middle of the Field and Hoping Many Outstretched Arms Catch the Abba Krishna for a Touchdown in the Heart

Throwing a Hail Mary Pass into the Middle of the Field and Hoping Many Outstretched Arms Catch the Abba Krishna for a Touchdown in the Heart

It was heartwarming to see Capt. Chesley Sullenberger and the entire crew of the U.S. Airways flight that ditched into the freezing waters of the Hudson recently without loss of life or injury parade to midfield during Super Bowl 43. America is in such desperate search for a hero nowadays that even survivors of a plane crash become instant paragons of virtue. Doing your duty according to emergency drills and manuals is now the new heroism spin.

Don’t you think America has sunk so low that it now has a black man for a president? This after sixteen years of white chicanery which saw four terms divvied up between a dynastic buffoon, who ruled lacking the popular vote and a Kennedy styled sexual deviant, who escaped impeachment by a pubic whisker. Trillions of dollars are being thrown into the pyre which threatens to engulf the middle class heartland with the specter of homelessness. All of a sudden articles are planted in major media with a slant extolling the merits of home rentals over ownership.

And Bernard Madoff and all the Jewish sounding named Wall Street wise investment pied pipers have become quick convenient fall guys for a gargantuan iceberg hidden under the surface. The siphoning of the funds was a systematic worldwide looting masked by clouds of feeding frenzies on Ponzi schemes masqueraded as derivatives of debts, mortgages, and guarantees. The fuel as always in any kind of sting or scam is greed. This time it was cloaked with a veneer of financial technocracy.

Jennifer Hudson strained with all her heart to render the most touching rendition of the national anthem before a hopeful multitude. The camera panned to the football heavyweights primed for mayhem on the field as they saluted with their palms on their chests in reverence of Old Glory. Somehow it all came up empty. The loftiness of spirit and the impetus of real substance just weren’t there. All the hoopla cannot make up for it and even present a close enough replacement. Something of value and intangible has flown America’s coop.

Rock, pop, rap, etc. music, MP3’s, smart phones, micro computers, and electronic games and gizmos have wormed their way into the American psyche and overwhelmed it with pandemic tenacity and contagion. The consumer mentality is always on high red alert to be the first to own and flaunt the newest contraptions in the market. The mobs jostle and elbow each other in a rat race run by crazed materialistic zombies who trample religion, ideals, principles, and humanism in a bid to figure well in the great AMERICA SALE.

Don’t try to relearn anything. Don’t try to repudiate what is. Don’t try to break out from the mind conditioning. Just learn to chant the Maha Mantras as a simple good beginning. Don’t play into their trap by spewing fire and brimstone. Keep your peace and embrace the knowledge of the Abba Krishna in your heart. The Abba Krishna, faith, hope, Barack Obama, and the basic and innate goodness of Americans will triumph over megalomaniac conspiracy.