The Dinner Roll ..


Once upon a time I was invited to the White House
for a private dinner with the President.

I am a respected businessman, with a factory that produces
memory chips for computers and portable electronics.

There was some talk that my industry was being scrutinized
by the administration, but I paid it no mind. I live in a FREE
country. There's nothing that the government can do to me if
I've broken no laws. My wealth was EARNED honestly, and
an invitation to dinner with an American President is an honor.

I checked my coat, was greeted by the Chief of Staff, and
joined the President in a yellow dining room.

We sat across from each other at a table draped in white linen.
The Great Seal was embossed on the china. Uniformed staff
served our dinner.

The meal was served, and I was startled when my waiter
suddenly reached out, plucked a dinner roll off my plate and
began nibbling it as he walked back to the kitchen..

"Sorry 'bout that," said the President. "Andrew is very hungry."
"I don't appreciate..." I began, but as I looked into the calm
brown eyes across from me, I felt immediately guilty and petty.
It was just a dinner roll. "Of course," I concluded, and reached
for my glass.

Before I could, however, another waiter reached forward,
took the glass away and swallowed the wine in a single gulp.
"And his brother, Eric, is very thirsty," said the President.

I didn't say anything. The President is testing my compassion,
I thought. I withheld my comments and decided to play along.
I don't want to seem unkind..

My plate was whisked away before I had tasted a bite.
"Eric's children are also quite hungry."
With a lurch, I crashed to the floor. My chair had been pulled
out from under me.

I stood, brushing myself off angrily, and watched as it was
carried from the room.
"And their grandmother can't stand for long."

I excused myself, smiling outwardly, but inside feeling like a fool.
Obviously I had been invited to the White House to be sport for
some game. I reached for my coat, to find that it had been taken.

I turned back to the President.
"Their grandfather doesn't like the cold."
I wanted to shout, "that was my coat!" But again, I looked at
the placid smiling face of my host and decided I was being a
poor sport. I spread my hands helplessly and chuckled.

Then I felt my hip pocket and realized my wallet was gone.
I excused myself and walked to a phone on an elegant side table.

I learned shortly that my credit cards had been maxed out, my
bank accounts emptied, my retirement and equity portfolios had
vanished, and my wife had been thrown out of our home.

Apparently, the waiters and their families were moving in.
The President hadn't moved or spoken as I learned all this, but
finally I lowered the phone into its cradle and turned to face him.

"Andrew's whole family has made bad financial decisions. They haven't
planned for retirement and they need a house. They recently defaulted
on a subprime mortgage. I told them they could have your home. They
need it more than you do."

My hands were shaking. I felt faint I stumbled back to the table and
knelt on the floor.

The President cheerfully cut his meat, ate his steak, and drank his wine.

I lowered my eyes and stared at the small gray circles on the tablecloth that were water drops.

"By the way," he added, "I have just signed an Executive Order
nationalizing your factories. I'm firing you as head of your business.

I'll be operating the firm now for the benefit of all mankind.
There's a whole bunch of Eric's and Andrews out there and they
can't come to you for jobs groveling like beggars...we need to
spread YOUR wealth around..."

I looked up. The President dropped his spoon into the empty ramekin
which had been his crème Brule.

He drained the last drops of his wine. As the table was cleared,
he lit a cigarette and leaned back in his chair.

He stared at me. I clung to the edge of the table as if it were a
ledge and I were a man hanging over an abyss.

I thought of the years behind me, of the life I had lived. The life
I had earned with a lifetime of work, risk and struggle.

Why was I punished? How had I allowed it to be taken? What game
had I played and lost? I looked across the table and noticed with
some surprise that there was no game board between us.

What had I done wrong?

As if answering the unspoken thought, President Obama suddenly
cocked his head, locked his empty eyes to mine, and bared a million
teeth, chuckling wryly as he folded his hands.

"You should have stopped me at the dinner roll," he said.

WAKE UP AMERICA !!!

I think more and more people r starting to realize that the expansion and power of government is out of balance....and that it has swung to a level of dangerous involvement.

Two relevant thoughts ...

"Fools take to themselves the respect that is given to their office."
- Aesop

"When buying and selling are controlled by legislation, the first things to be bought and sold are legislators."
- P. J. O'Rourke

oh,, cute story,, I personally feel americans are far too 'entitled' and overfed and gluttonous for this to be an issue. As far as the dinner roll, if its an analogy to health care , its a poor one. A more accurate one would be if everyone at the table AND on the staff were required to have a roll.

Its a pretty good analogy but half way thru it it dawned on me he's proably one of the ceo's that hired the illegals instead of hireing people from here . and then I said to my self . Hey I do like OBAMA !