The Lord looked upon his land and saw that it was good.  Using 2 powerful spy cameras designed by a defunct military and mounted on twin towers, he could see perfectly to the horizon.  One of the towers had once been called the Washington Monument, but its name was now the Pelosi Tower. 

Most of his subjects he saw were walking.  He admired their fitness.  Most were as trim as he.  Hours of walking to and from work had eliminated obesity, and universal health care wasn’t costing as much as anticipated.  Each subject was dressed in the official state uniform.  The uniform consisted of a green shirt and pants to symbolize a pristine Earth, and a white turban with a red star to symbolize the state religion and government.  It had not been the Lord’s idea to adopt Islam as the state religion, but Ahmadinajad had demanded this in an impromptu meeting.  In hindsight, maybe it would have been better to have had preconditions.

Some subjects were riding Segways. The Lord smiled at the sight of two riders lying beneath a cherry tree, possibly waiting for the sun to return from behind a cloud so that their solar powered Segways would operate again.  He, Pelosi, and Reid had easily outlawed all carbon fuels.  Immobile automobiles were now the residences of the once homeless until the government could provide apartment living to each and every citizen.  Spread the wealth and to each according to his or her needs was the people’s slogan.

Pelosi and Reid convinced the Lord to sign the Fairness Doctrine and AM radio ceased to exist.  Limbaugh and Beck were now imprisoned in the twin towers and were the official callers to prayer.  The Lord needed no convincing to sign the Card Check law that abolished the secret ballot for workers voting on whether to unionize.  All business was now unionized.  All workers now paid union dues to support important issues such as marriage between a man and a man, a woman and a woman, a man and a cadaver, a woman and whatever, and so on.

The world of free men was over.  It had been so easy for the Lord of the Words.

First, free men had been fighting amongst themselves.  Angry with compassionate but foolish leadership in the Whitehouse, fuming about corruption in Congress, shocked by debauchery in bathroom stalls and seduction of Congressional pages, free men were fractured.

Second, the voice and words of the Lord called people to him like a siren called sailors to their death in the epic The Odyssey or like the Pied Piper’s music entranced and led rats to slaughter.  Liberals cast aside a Clinton at his beckoning!

Third, the Lord had deceived free men by promising to accept public funding and running an honest campaign for president.  Instead, the Lord, using his siren’s voice to enrapture donors, amassed a huge war chest with which he built a mighty army.  An army made not from mighty oaks but from acorns.  Acorns easily transported from one state line to the next.  The Lord named the soldiers of his army Aorcs (pronounced A Orkz), to signify their origin from acorns.

On November 4, 2008, the Lord’s Aorcs overran the ramparts of free men in Virginia, Florida, Ohio and Indiana.  The government was securely in the hands of liberal allies, and soon all media would be wrapped around the Lord’s finger like a powerful, supernatural ring.

The End, until 2012.  If ever.