In the introduction to Sinclair Lewis’ 1935 novel “It Can’t Happen Here”, Michael Meyer (Signet Classics, 2005) writes “Although Lewis’s protagonist…is ‘a mild, rather indolent and somewhat sentimental Liberal’ who is slow to respond to the rise of an American version of a fascist dictatorship, Lewis responded quickly and intensely to the fascist threats he saw all around him.”
Doesn’t Lewis’ protagonist resemble so much today’s tired, edgy American populace? Read the novel and you’ll see what we’re in for if either Hillary or Obama gets to rule America. Both are saying right out in the open every day that they want to bring fascism to America. People hear it, can’t believe it, or don’t understand it. Obama is the scarier of the two because Americans seem desperate to show, by a vote for Obama, that racism is over in America. And because he’s the more consistent of the two.
“In any conflict between two men (or two groups) who hold the same basic principles, it is the more consistent one who wins.”
Ayn Rand, Capitalism: The Unknown Ideal, The Anatomy of Compromise, (SC), p.145
“This time we want to talk about the shuttered mills that once
provided a decent life for men and women of every race, and the
homes for sale that once belonged to Americans from every
religion, every region, every walk of life. This time we want to talk
about the fact that the real problem is not that someone who doesn’t
look like you might take your job; it’s that the corporation you
work for will ship it overseas for nothing more than a profit.”
“Let us be our brother’s keeper, Scripture tells us. Let us be our
sister’s keeper. Let us find that common stake we all have in one
another, and let our politics reflect that spirit as well.”
Barack Obama (emphasis mine)
Where’s any reference to you, as an independent person in this? He uses you in the context of race: “someone who doesn’t look like you”, and hatred of free trade: “take your job”. For Obama it’s all about the collective. “we want to talk”; “Let us“; “tells us“; “we all”; “let our“. This is all a slimy, slick method of bewildering an already confused individual into swallowing his intention to socialize America.

Francisco de Goya
Saturn Devouring His Sons
Oil on canvas
We or I?
‘At first, man was enslaved by the gods. But he broke their chains. Then he was enslaved by the kings. But he broke their chains. He was enslaved by his birth, by his kin, by his race. But he broke their chains. He declared to all his brothers that a man has rights which neither god nor king nor other men can take away from him, no matter what their number, for his is the right of man, and there is no right on earth above this right. And he stood on the threshold of the freedom for which the blood of the centuries behind him had been spilled.
‘But then he gave up all he had won, and fell lower than his savage beginning.
‘What brought it to pass? What disaster took their reason away from men? What whip lashed them to their knees in shame and submission? The worship of the word “We.”‘
‘Thus did all thought, all science, all wisdom perish on earth. Thus did men—men with nothing to offer save their great number—lose the steel towers, the flying ships, the power wires, all the things they had not created and could never keep.’
‘But I still wonder how it was possible, in those graceless years of transition, long ago, that men did not see whither they were going, and went on, in blindness and cowardice, to their fate. I wonder, for it is hard for me to conceive how men who knew the word “I,” could give it up and not know what they lost. But such has been the story, for I have lived in the City of the damned, and I know what horror men permitted to be brought upon them.
‘Perhaps, in those days, there were a few among men, a few of clear sight and clean soul, who refused to surrender that word. What agony must have been theirs before that which they saw coming and could not stop! Perhaps they cried out in protest and in warning. But men paid no heed to their warning. And they, these few, fought a hopeless battle, and they perished with their banners smeared by their own blood. And they chose to perish, for they knew. To them, I send my salute across the centuries, and my pity.’
‘Theirs is the banner in my hand. And I wish I had the power to tell them that the despair of their hearts was not to be final, and their night was not without hope. For the battle they lost can never be lost. For that which they died to save can never perish. Through all the darkness, through all the shame of which men are capable, the spirit of man will remain alive on this earth. It may sleep, but it will awaken. It may wear chains, but it will break through. And man will go on. Man, not men.
‘….And the day will come when I shall break all the chains of the earth, and raze the titles of the enslaved, and my home will become the capital of a world where each man will be free to exist for his own sake.
‘For the coming of that day shall I fight…For the freedom of Man. For his rights. For his life. For his honor.
‘And here…I shall cut in the stone the word which is to be my beacon and my banner. The word which will not die, should we all perish in battle. The word which can never die on this earth, for it is the heart of it and the meaning and the glory.
‘The sacred word:
EGO’
Ayn Rand, Anthem, p. 119-193 (SC)