I want a prez....

                                I WANT A PREZ
                                     (sung to the tune of "I Want a Girl, Just like the girl that Married Dear Old Dad)

I want a prez ,   just  like the prez
Goldman-Sachs loot cannot make...
He'll be the prez
The Constitution says,
Not some bagel-eared Kenyan fake.
He'll save this nation from derivative and hedge, 
To the Federal Reserve he'll take a shipyard sledge; 
I tell you, 
I want a prez, not from East of the Suez 
Who'll make Lloyd Blankfein QUAKE.

Wanderluster

Are we on the precipice?...and if so, precipice to what? Oblivion of all we ever knew?...or into a multidimensional continuum that we could not possibly, in our current state, have any hope of even marginally comprehending...and if this latter, will the quantum jump...the cultural shock....obliterate us as surely as a thermonuclear blast?