Go fly a kite

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I love kites. And there is no better to find a kite than at the beach or lake. The kites today are huge and hardley resemble the ones of my day. They can climb, dive, do loops and circles. They are beautifully decorated and seem to scream out, "Hey! Look at me!" It is as if the kite demands all the glory.

So, like most of us, I tend to train my eyes on the kite, not the one flying it. And, most of the time I can't even figure who that is, As I follow the strings downward, they seem to disappear into the brighness of the sun reflecting off the water. And the kite's pilot blends into the many other people sharing the beach.

But you know, just like the Post Turtle, the kite didn't reach it's altitude on it's own. It has to have a pilot, and it can remain in flight without one. Someone must be on the ground, pulling, pumping, feeding string, while moving with the wind to ensure it's survival.

So, such is life with some, if not most of our polititians. They are at the top and have forgotten how they got there. They think they have the hammer, and to them, everything looks like a nail. And nails get pounded.

So, for those polititions who think they can fly for ever, show them that they are wrong. Cut the sring. Remove their anchor. Don't change with the wind. Let them lose. They will soon fall from flight. And let's start with bringing down President Obama and his Queen Nancy Pelosi.

Think about it while I enjoy my vacation in the Great Plains of America!
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