Oliver Hunt author w poet w philosopher THE HURRICANE I watch from the West, stunned and depressed at the Hurricane slamming America. The creators of this Storm, who laid its path, had planned to unleash its destructive wrath at a time most opportune for Revolution. To achieve their goal, they plotted course, using professors’ theories to reinforce, while judges found loopholes in my Constitution. Then Bush went to war, and Hillary supported, Obama was born, Independents were thwarted. Now Circumstance had found them their Solution: Invent a false messiah, to proselytize the irreligious; Spark a real estate collapse, by lending to the unqualified; Break the banking system, and put it under State control; Agitate nonproductive masses, to revolt against productive individuals; Silence opposition, under threat of public persecution. With the Hurricane set, they hedge their bet on the eve of presidential election. ACORN registers ghosts, as Olbermann boasts: “There’s no way you’ll stop this insurrection!” And the wind harder blows. And the rain water flows. As the Hurricane blasts over the nation. And the people draw in. Terrified that They’ll win. And begin this new Old Reformation. Years ago I was warned: “Beware of the scorned and their lawyers who sue into Power.” For a country can Change, and be rearranged by a mind that the “law” has turned sour. But still—this is America. And I get to Speak. And I get to Vote.