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The Haunted Heaven: Chapter Ten: Throwing ourselves under the bus

By Michael Moriarty
web posted August 1, 2011

"Thrown under the bus" has been a singularly American cri de Coeur in these opening years of the third millennium.


A Second American Civil War of some sort has been brewing for 38 years. 

An inner raging conflict has evolved ever since the American Supreme Court repeated its chronically suicidal mistake of the Dred Scott decision.

That body of "enlightened despots" passed the Roe v Wade decision.

Have they forgotten that the  Dred Scott legalization of slavery in 1857 quickly hastened the arrival of the American Civil War?

Slavery had existed in the United States since its creation. Slavery had lasted for 89 years in America. It ended in 1865 with 600,000 American dead from the Civil War. A black President, of all possible descriptions, makes the same mistake by loving and supporting Roe v Wade.

The legalized murder of abortion won't take 89 years to drive the US into a similar and justified form of suicidal self-loathing. America has already set the scene for its own economic suicide.

It is not at all unlike my mother's near-fatal suicide attempt.

She was an alcoholic, a suicidal one … all alcoholics are.

Now I call it The Way of The Winehouse: throwing ourselves under the bus.

This increasingly uncivil relationship between President Obama and Speaker of the House, John Boehner could be the "real thing" or just another way of serving up the Truth: American is irretrievably bankrupt because of sober drunks in office.

The truth about my situation as a child was that not just my mother but both of my parents were emotionally bankrupt.

That means they were both unable to love.

I should know. Because of their influence it has taken me a long time to learn how to love. Love is not easy for a man out of my background.


Faith in other people.

That has always been hard for me and these days?

Such faithlessness and distrust seems to be dripping torrentially down from The Top of the White House!

Then again, Marxists are not expected to love. The word "love" is not even in their lexicon.

Perhaps my childhood is the very reason I've survived this generation of vipers and its games, lies and Progressive salesmanship: one great political pyramid scheme. The whole mentality is empty of everything but greed and revenge.

Once a nation accepts the legalization of murder in the form of abortion she … or he … depending upon its self-image … is on the road to suicide.

I watch this all, of course, from Canada.

Yes, Canada has abortion but she does not and has never claimed, as America did, that all men have an "inalienable right to life".

Canada is not a hypocrite.

America now is a homicidal hypocrite and has been for 38 years. More homicidally hypocritical than even in her slave days.

We have an "inalienable right to life"?!

Yeah, right.

Like "all men are created equal" in the Confederate South.

Living today is no different than it was living with two parents who engaged in not one but two abortions.

It was their presumptions of sanity, by both of them, that had me fooled for quite awhile, particularly those "scientific" airs of my Doctor Father. Not at all unlike the elitist airs of President Barack Obama.

Now we've already suffered under the equally Progressive, New World Order Games of the Clintons, the Bushes and the Obama's: all of them either covertly or overtly pro-abortion.

I now watch such Loyal Opponents in Washington picking perfect deck chairs on the Titanic.

My situation as a boy now appears less grave than the decaying but inquisitive catbird seat that all of Western Civilization is now perched on.

Marx and Mohammed are the big cats about to gobble up the sweet bird of freedom.

It's a shooting gallery with the likes of George Soros, Barack Obama and Vladimir Putin looking down on it all with salivating greed.

It's time for this Memoir to move onto my brief stay in an all-boys, preparatory school named Cranbrook. Before that, however, came the moment that earned me the title of Judas. The details of that don't really begin until Chapter Fifteen: The Friend of the Court and measure 142.

Perhaps the only people to finish this book will be musicians … or … well … what few renaissance human beings we have left on the earth.


"One must find one's Specialty and then concentrate upon that!"

When I experienced Florence, Italy in the Spring of 1964, I dropped the idea of being a specialist forever!

That and my experience of God in Italy made my eventual flight to Canada, thirty years later, inevitable.

My present fascination with string quartets, those of Dimitri Shostakovich particularly, seems suddenly relevant to this chapter about "throwing ourselves under the bus". Shostakovich was "under the bus of Joseph Stalin" for most of his life. Yet he composed his quartets in a way to elude even the eyes of the KGB. The works, like his Bach-inspired inventions for piano, weren't large or public enough for the KGB to complain.

In them, however, is recorded the soul of an artist hunting for joy in any place possible and finding detour after detour, barricade after barricade, yet unable to summon up the open protests of revolutionary America.

I assault the barricades of the Soros/Obama/Putin New World Order on these pages of my Memoir and those of my editorials.

All the while expressing my elation over God's blessings. My gratitude for His guidance and counsel that I flee to Canada.

Now, while staring at the summer skies of British Columbia, the gathering flock of Canadian friends and true advisers has been slow to form but rewarding in its loyalties.

With my present homes of Canada and Italy firmly etched in my soul, I view the growing nightmares of Third Millennium America with prophetic resignation. I knew something like this Obama Nation was inevitable, given the bizarre fraternity created by the Yale conspiracies of the Bushes and the Clintons, their imperial dreams of a New World Order.

What a set of bipartisan "pals".

It became the heart of the American betrayal, after, of course, the Nixon/Kissinger blind eye to the Supreme Court's institution of a very Red Chinese practice: legalized abortion.

No, American  Progressives don't force you to have an abortion. They merely apply a well-coordinated, elitist's peer pressure.

My eternal fortress now is wonderfully strong.

I have successfully thrown myself out from under the American limousine.

In my British Columbia bleacher seat, I pray for a Savior to arrive. I think it might be either Sarah Palin or Allen West … or both at the same time. I will see one or both of them recapture the White House for an American Dream that, thank God, has yet to die.

However, the American Dream is unquestionably on life support, thanks to the Obama Nation's "fundamental transformation of the United States". ESR

Michael Moriarty is a Golden Globe and Emmy Award-winning actor who starred in the landmark television series Law & Order from 1990 to 1994. His recent film and TV credits include The Yellow Wallpaper, 12 Hours to Live, Santa Baby and Deadly Skies. Contact Michael at rainbowfamily2008@yahoo.com.


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