Hear the rime of the ancient mariner
See his eye as he stops one of three
Mesmerises one of the wedding guests
Stay here and listen to the nightmares of the sea.
And the music plays on, as the bride passes by
Caught by his spell and the mariner tells his tale.
The Rime of the Ancient Mariner is a Samuel Taylor Coleridge epic poem, later adopted by Iron Maiden for one of their greatest songs. In the story, a wise and grizzled mariner frightens a young wedding guest with a horrifying cautionary tale from his experience at sea.
The Rime of the Ancient Mariner is what I think of every time I recall the Australian expat I met two years ago. I have told this story to only a few people since.
It began with a simple Craigslist search for garage shelving in the summer of 2010. After a quick e-mail exchange, I arrived at a typical Southern California two-story house on a cul-de-sac in an upper-middle-class neighborhood. The owner had a locksmith truck out front, one, I would learn, from his successful small local locksmith business.
The owner invited me in to the garage to see the shelving for sale. After I agreed to the price, I began dismantling it for transport, and we began to talk. It turned out that he had lived here several years and his daughter had grown up here. But he was pulling her out of the local high school and moving the family back to Australia. “Why?” I asked.
“Oh, mate, you don’t wanna know.”
But of course I did. I pressed.
“My wife doesn’t like me talking about this. But I’ve lived under a dictatorship before. And that’s exactly what you’ve got coming here,” he finally confessed.
He couldn’t have known that I was no Obama fan. Most people my age in this area were Obama voters. But once he had decided to tell his tale, he couldn’t stop.
He talked of things with which I was quite familiar, but with which most of the public would not have been: Eric Holder and the Black Panthers, the White House asking people to inform on their dissident friends and neighbors, the Obama cult of personality, and the way the media were no longer watchdogs but open supporters of the regime.
I had at that time already seen and participated in the blossoming Tea Party movement, and I was confident that the November 2010 elections would bring a sharp reversal. Won’t we put an end to all this nonsense right there?
“Mate, it won’t matter. These guys don’t allow parliaments or Congresses to stop them.”
How prescient he was. A landslide Congressional election, and yet nothing has changed. The Boehner Congress allows Obama’s spending to continue unchecked. The Boehner Congress gave Obama the power to indefinitely detain Americans without trial in the NDAA. We have created a vast dependency class, with 15% of the population on food stamps, and millions more on extended unemployment benefits and disability payments. Obama went to war against Libya without Congressional authorization. Domestically, Obama rules by Executive Order without even the pretense of checks and balances. Senator Charles Schumer has proposed, and Speaker Boehner has endorsed, a Reich Flight Tax to confiscate the assets of Americans fleeing the Obama regime.
Maybe we put an end to this on November 6. But maybe not. It certainly wouldn’t hurt to heed the warning of the ancient Australian and begin planning your escape strategy. Sovereign Man and International Living are two good places to start.
And the wedding guest’s a sad and wiser man.