Coercive malevolence and other favorite past-times

One of the most demonstrable up-close-and-personal displays of wicked coercion I ever witnessed was at the school where I taught in California's San Fernando Valley a lifetime ago.  It involved a vulnerable student named Thomas.  

I noticed Thomas in line the first day of the 1979 school year.  Recognizing the whale noises subversively  communicated to the pod dwellers, I knew that Thomas was a potential target for ridicule.  I was drawn to him immediately.
Thankfully, as the year progressed and the school of fish swam harmoniously together, Thomas learned that he was safe among the others.  It was the first time he could let his guard down.  There was no blood in the water.

Until that dreadful day when his mother removed him from my classroom.  She was angry that the school principal would not pay her custodial salary under the table.  She feared that part-time employment could affect the welfare assistance she was receiving.  In protest, she launched a mini-drama.  

As Thomas's mother approached on a sunny May day to return his books and remove him from the school, she kept a running dialogue that was intended to speak for her pawn.   

"Look at him.  He's so glad to get out of here."  

That was not the truth.  Thomas was happier in my classroom than he had ever been in his school years.  The positive attention I heaped on the dear lad, rendered him a class favorite.  Everyone liked Thomas.  He was not the brunt of fat jokes in this school.  His blood was not in the water.

His mother either had no knowledge of the classroom haven or she did not care that her son was finally able to enjoy school.  He could be used to punish the principal and me for not doing what she wanted. Thomas's mother was a wicked woman.  

Using people like pawns in an evil chess game is wicked.  For Barack Obama, malevolent  coercion is a blood sport.  Mischaracterizing others in his manipulative game of "I Win!" is legendary.  His straw men are strewn across the fruited plain.  Their names are Thomas.

Here are two examples in a grab bag of countless coercions:

In referring to the private insurance market  the ObamaCare  exchanges are replacing, the emperor said, "(I)t's important that we don't pretend that somehow that's a place worth going back to."

But we are supposed to pretend that Mr. Obama is accurately speaking for the millions of Thomas's that were perfectly happy with their insurance plans.  I'd be delighted to go back to the affordable insurance plan that has served me since retirement.  You, Mr. President, do not speak for me.

Another one of his favorite deceptive assertions is that the "do-nothing" congress refuses to negotiate.  Nothing could be farther from the truth.  Barack Obama pretends to be a bi-partisan listener and then refuses to budge.  Congresswoman Noem bears witness to this ploy.  The president refuses to even make eye contact or show the respect of follow-up after meeting with his across-the-aisle adversaries.  He then follows up his dismissive behavior with accusations that the republicans refuse to work with him.  Wicked Machiavellian behavior.  
Like a grade school bully, Mr. Obama bloodies everyone's nose and then whines and bellyaches that no one will play with him.  What a punk.   

One has to wonder about the endgame purpose when the favored tactic is exploitive deception.  If ObamaCare is really about serving Americans in the best possible way, why is it drowning in untruthful corruption?  

If the truth liberates - as Jesus posited - does it follow that mendacity enslaves?  

Thomas did not leave my classroom, 30 years ago, a free boy.  He was bound to his mother's wicked schemes.  I have prayed, through the years, that the middle-aged man knows the truth.  I pray, in God's mercy, that Thomas is free.  

Anytime I am asked to believe something I know is untrue, I will not remain silent like I did when Thomas shuffled away.  When the Emperor is buck naked, someone has to point it out.