Since I turned 50 I have been bombarded by solicitations, and the word is just, by the biggest socialist organization in America. I don't mean groups of left-wing lawyers or even the CPUSA. I mean the AARP. I of course send the envelope back with something in it which doesn't identify me, to cost them the postage and so they'll keep doing it so I can continue costing them the postage. I'm always amazed at how the wealthiest demographic is hell-bent on taking the poorest through social-security and Medicare taxes, not caring that their own grandchildren are being looted and that there won't be anything left for them. I have no grandchildren but friends do.

In 1993 when Hillary decided to grab one sixth of the economy by controlling health care (if buggy whips constituted a dollar's more expenditure, she'd have gone for that), the AARP was in with her up to their elbows. Along with them was the U.S. Chamber of Commerce, to which I belonged at the time. They asked for a renewal on the phone, and I read them the Riot Act. Enough people did so that they actually sent out a representative to Culo de Pecos to talk us into joining again. I, armed with facts, did not.

And so I was ripe for picking by the National Federation of Independent Business, who suddenly could define themselves as being the un U.S. Chamber of Commerce.

A couple of months ago I got a phone call from the NFIB soliciting, again a good word, a donation for an assault against a law, they told me, which would guarantee a laid-off worker 25% of his salary until he found a new job. Well, it was a socialist nightmare and I was in a hurry and so I gave them a bit.

What a fool I was.

Two days after the election of the Chosen One there was a commercial by Dividedwefail.org, which redirects to the AARP website. It has pictures of the Anointed One, and is nothing less than idolatrous. "President Obama, you're ready to lead and we're ready to help." He stands taller than anyone else, beams his (very) dazzling smile, and all the while there is this tocsin of "change" and "end the bickering" to solve the health-care and financial-security crisis. As we all know, bipartisan to a Democrat means Republicans do what they want without asking; partisan means that Republicans do what Democrats want after the Democrats shriek in the press that the Republicans are, well, not agreeing and then the Republicans roll over onto the backs, purring, their paws in the air, exposing their soft underbellies.

The commercial is here. Glutinous enough for you?

The commercial continued deftly on and ended with a wrinkled old grandmother sobbing on Barack Obama's chest while he smiled like the Savior of the World.

One of the sponsors was NFIB, who had obviously hit me for money with a lie.

Walsingham has suggested that we honor the office of the president by not referring to Obama by sobriquets like "The Chosen One" or "The Obamessiah." I do respect the office of the president, a great deal. More than any other office. But after that commercial I will continue much as before.

But I will make one compromise. I will not refer to Barack Hussein Obama as Dear Leader.