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l8tur

First off, I reside in the UK and ergo, my perspective and lifestyle are hardly dented by
his advisors and his own decisions!
But I'd be honoured to attempt to answer your question. (And sorry for the delay!)

Kings, Queens, Presidents and Prime Ministers... they come and go. But the kaleidoscope
of departments that suggest, implore and advise, stay and the 22nd Amendment means very
little to them.
I've always frowned on the idea that evil resides within any collection of governing, people
can be total as*holes on their own without any influence from sinister forces that enjoy the
flames.

I don't know a lot about how and why many in the US dislike this current President and
I'm sorry for failing you on this point. But if it means much, having Hillary Clinton and her
hands-wandering husband back in the White House will be far worse!

Any negative trickle-down effects of their decision-making may seem very small to the
man on the street, but if I was a believer in whisperings from the Devil, I'd suggest that
these-two must have sore ears from a dark-one's advice.
A leader is not a leader when he/she is placed in the position where the work to get
him/her there should be repaid with favours and boons.
Bill tainted the seat of office with his behavior and brought it low. Hillary has still some
business to finish.

Obama...? Well in my humble opinion, he isn't a President. I think he came about in a
time when a black President would be naively perceived as a revolutionary concept.

I'm not implying any race-related connection with leadership here, that's a stupid idea
that the colour of a man's skin has any impact of governing a country.
Remember... we did it with a woman with Mrs.Thatcher!

It was about 'geeing-up' the masses. It's about something new and something that
can be aligned with hope. It's really about selling a concept that get's your party into
power. The only strange part of all of this is it seems that Obama was was the biggest
believer!

So he trod the podium, speaking from his script and cajoling the crowd that he was
the second-coming of JFK. The polls indicated that the presentation of a young man
with lots of energy and a nice smile, would get him the top-seat.

Then what...? The system-that-never-sleeps welcomed him into the hallowed halls of
the White House and handed him a new script. An agenda that states how it really
is. You tow the line in the NFL or you'll find yourself... well, that's for another day.

The man who goes his own way and leads with what he truly believes is a rare jewel
and the establishment may initially applaud the idea, but at the end of the day, that
establishment shuns change. There is a continuity that ranges from selling arms to your
enemy all the way along to killing that snake's head in the name of world peace.
If it means that you've created access to oilfields and the like, well... surely it's
nothing more than a coincidence. (Insert incredulous-look here!)

In our Western societies, we look to garner happiness through wealth.
It works for us and in my opinion, it works everywhere.

The average religion in our society is a belief structure that leans towards a peaceful,
harmonious existence with others who may have other views, a plural society.
And what happens when somebody with such a radical belief of a religion confronts
you to debate it's merits against yours? Well, luckily... and I mean that sarcastically,
luckily, these confrontations have always occurred with peoples from other lands and
due to our ancestoral make-up, we attack with physical force.

Being a leader of people with alternate agendas means you're in at the deep-end and
to make matters worse, you brought your family into it too. You can fight for your view
and you can die for it or you can ride the train until it's time to disembark and let someone
else be John Wayne.

My simple view is President Obama is probably a nice guy, but he's not a President.
One may think I'm the one being neive, but it could be his own naivety that's seen as his
inablilty to rein-in those who make the decisions for him and so, he comes-off as
disingenuous.

One New Year’s Eve, President Obama goes into the Oval Office and signs the National
Defense Authorization Act that explicitly authorizes the NDAA to be able to arrest of any
American citizen in the country with no probable cause, no right to a jury trial, no habeas
corpus. You can now be executed without appeal.

That's not what President's do and I'll wager it's not what Obama would do. He was told
to do it.

As far as an eerie feeling, all I know is that somehow... maybe around the late-sixties or
early seventies...? this world became 'different' It's nothing to do with technology and it's
not connected to any personal changes in my life.

Maybe Satan found the lid of his prison and climbed out or maybe the aliens decided to
stick it to us and make us sheep. Maybe a select group of people got into a position of power
and began to change this valuable sphere for their own ends or maybe we all became less
vigilant.

Frivilous topics such as the name of a childrens book may seem just that to most and after
discussing lofty subjects as thrones of power, we may just smile and think it's all about
mis-remembering. Personally, I think these anomalies are clues, but not intentional-ones in
the way we usually mean and these remnants of another time are important.
But I'm sure this world changed.

I once saw my 'double' across from me on a busy road, waiting at a bus-stop.
We've all had someone say 'that person looks like you' or 'I saw a guy who was
your double' but when the opportunity arises where you actually encounter that
supposed 'twin' invariably we always see nothing that you connect him with yourself.

This guy was exactly like me and visa-versa, AND he knew it!
There ws a brief pause in the traffic where we just stared at each other and I contemplated
crossing over the road to speak to him and then a bus came.
After looking at the approaching vehicle and then back at me, he made a decision and
the bus blocked our view.

I cannot enforce enough on how much we were alike. The clothes were different and
yet carried a similar opinion of style. His hair was just as mine was, the sideburns and
even the stance as he waited. His facial features and the way he perceived his surroundings
were identical and all I can say is that it was quite unerving... and yet, exciting at the same
time.

He boarded the bus and sat on the far-side from where I gawped on the sidewalk.
That was over thirty years-ago and I can still see him now in my mind's-eye.

Doppleganger or dare I say, Tulpa...? Letters on a postcard to....

theboyinadress,
I have people who have quite often told me that we have met before, in some cases, the feeling is mutual but after comparing notes, we have never met. It's a small world and I have traveled a lot though and for some reason seem to make a impression where ever I go. I do try to blend in, dress like the locals, speak the language as best I can (Give me two weeks in Scotland and you'd think I'm from the hill country. As long as it's English I adopt local accents without even realizing it.) But for some reason, people remember me, and not in a bad way either. Which makes me wonder how sane they are at times.   

It is a odd and common reoccurance and when my friends and I discuss such things, they usually exclaim, "Oh my God! There's more than one of you out there?!"  

Anyone looking in on this subject would probably shake their heads and put it
down to memory-hiccups, simple facial-feature similarities and even the way
one carries themselves in general.

Of course it would be abit of a stretch to accept that there can be two of you.
And I mean two of YOU! When dealing with people-recognition, it's fair to say
that within the many options of bodily shapes and features of a human being,
we're pretty limited to what we look like and so, I can see how anyone would
be hesitant to state that you have a 'twin' somewhere out there that's been
generated by something paranormal.

But just like the discussions of multiverses, slips in the timeline and portals
to somewhere else, I wouldn't take it off the table and I wouldn't just discard
it over level-headedness.
Not after I saw that guy!

Oh Gosh! Can you imagine if there were two of him...?!!!
I mean, with the crazy comments, the headache-causing views when he's bending down
to toil in his garden and what's more, the shed would be too small for the pair of 'em!
Not unlike those exposures when he's crouching, it doesn't bear thinking about.