Monday, October 5, 2009
I grew up in very rural Wisconsin, my hometown has fewer than 1000 people and always has. On top of that, my family were farmers, and the nearest neighbor was 1/2 mile away. Here's a blast from the past: Our home phone was on a party line we shared with 3 other homes. For you youngsters, that means we couldn't just pick up the phone and call someone, we had to make sure the line was free. My family did not fit in to the prevailing environment, and my schoolmates made it very clear they did not like the difference. My mother and father were very smart, very moral, and very Catholic
My classmates, as well as older kids, would always pick on my sister, brother and I. I am the oldest, so it was my responsibility to protect them, and I tried. I remember several fights I got into and lost. A few on the bus, a few at school. Here I need to point out that the only weapons were hands and feet and no one was killed, although I would have liked to kill some of them. Once we even got into a feud at a campground with another "gang" of kids. This type of violence is and was not restricted to large urban areas.
Yes, the violence is worse and more widespread today than back in the day, but violence is violence. And it has a lasting effect on those who have lived through it.
That's the real tragedy for children in this country.
Sunday, September 20, 2009
Back in the day-the early 90s-when my family and I and thousands of others were involved in the pro-life patriots and sit-ins, we witnessed first-hand the apathy of the media. When Operation Rescue launched the "Summer of Life" rescues in Wichita, KS, against George Tiller, the Left-Wingnut Media was almost there. Their slant on the sit-ins was about how unreasonable the protesters were. Then the coverage completely disappeared.
Do you know that the brutality the police (to protect and serve) unleashed against the pro-lifers was never reported? Peaceful, non-violent protesters suffered broken bones, numerous soft-tissue injuries from bruises to nerve damage, dislocated joints (usually shoulder) and more. Pregnant women were hit and kicked in the stomach, and at least one woman suffered a miscarriage as a result.
What about the annual March for Life in Washington DC? This event routinely brings tens of thousands of protesters to DC, yet almost nothing is said about it, even by FOX News.
So, what's my point? Twofold, I think: 1) The Left-Wingnut Media has been irrelevant since before the advent of 24 hour news outlets. The difference today is that the print media has decided to go the way the video media went long ago. 2) We no longer, if we ever did, need the Left-Wingnut Media. The internet and other alternative information outlets have worked very well this year, and will continue to serve as a way to get the word out.
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
As soon as his cancer was detected, and certainly since his death, I noticed the attempt at the "canonization" of old Teddy Kennedy by the mainstream media.
They are saying what a "great American" he is. I say, let's get a couple things clear & not twist the facts to change the real history.
1. He was caught cheating at Harvard when he attended it. He was expelled twice, once for cheating on a test, and once for paying a classmate to cheat for him.
2. While expelled, Kennedy enlisted in the Army, but mistakenly signed up for four years instead of two.
Oops! The man can't count to four! His father, Joseph P. Kennedy, former U.S. Ambassador to England (a step up from bootlegging liquor into the US from Canada during prohibition), pulled the necessary strings to have his enlistment shortened to two years, and to ensure that he served in Europe, not Korea, where a war was raging. No preferential treatment for him! (like he charged that President Bush received).
3. Kennedy was assigned to Paris, never advanced beyond the rank of Private, and returned to Harvard upon being discharged. Imagine a person of his "education" NEVER advancing past the rank of Private!
4. While attending law school at the University of Virginia, he was cited for reckless driving four times, including once when he was clocked driving 90 miles per hour in a residential neighborhood with his headlights off after dark.. Yet his Virginia driver's license was never revoked. Coincidentally, he passed the bar exam in 1959. Amazing!
5. In 1964, he was seriously injured in a plane crash and hospitalized for several months. Test results done by the hospital at the time he was admitted had shown he was legally intoxicated. The results of those tests remained a "state secret" until in the 1980's when the report was unsealed. Didn't hear about that from the unbiased media, did we?
6. On July 19, 1969, Kennedy attended a party on Chappaquiddick Island in Massachusetts . At about 11:00 PM, he borrowed his chauffeur's keys to his Oldsmobile limousine and offered to give a ride home to Mary Jo Kopechne, a campaign worker. Leaving the island via an unlit bridge with no guard rail, Kennedy steered the car off the bridge, flipped, and into Poucha Pond.
7. He swam to shore and walked back to the party passing several houses and a fire station. Two friends then returned with him to the scene of the accident. According to their later testimony, they told him what he already knew - that he was required by law to immediately report the accident to the authorities. Instead Kennedy made his way to his hotel, called his lawyer, and went to sleep. Kennedy called the police the next morning and by then the wreck had already been discovered. Before dying Kopechne had scratched at the upholstered floor above her head in the upside-down car. The Kennedy family began "calling in favors", ensuring that any inquiry would be contained. Her corpse was whisked out-of- state to her family before an autopsy could be conducted. Further details are uncertain, but after the accident Kennedy says he repeatedly dove under the water trying to rescue Kopechne and he didn't call police because he was in a state of shock. It is widely assumed Kennedy was drunk, and he held off calling police in hopes that his family could fix the problem overnight. Since the accident Kennedy's "political enemies" have referred to him as the Distinguished Senator from Chappaquiddick. He pleaded guilty to leaving the scene of an accident, and was given a SUSPENDED SENTENCE OF TWO MONTHS. Kopechne's family received a small payout from the Kennedy's insurance policy and never sued. There was later an effort to have her body exhumed and autopsied, but her family successfully fought against this in court, and Kennedy's family paid their attorney's bills.... a "token of friendship"?
8. Kennedy held his Senate seat for more than forty years, but considering his longevity, his accomplishments seem scant. He authored or argued for legislation that ensured a variety of civil rights, increased the minimum wage in 1981, made access to health care easier for the indigent, funded Meals on Wheels for fixed-income seniors, and is widely held as the "standard-bearer” for liberalism". In his very first Senate roll he was the floor manager for the bill that turned U.S. immigration policy upside down and opened the floodgate for immigrants from third world countries.
9. Since that time, he was the prime instigator and author of every expansion of an increase in immigration up to and including the latest attempt to grant amnesty to illegal aliens. Not to mention the pious grilling he gave the last two Supreme Court nominees, as if he were the standard bearer for the nation in matters of what’s right. What a pompous ass!
10. Kennedy was known around Washington as a public drunk; loud, boisterous, and very disrespectful to ladies. JERK is a better description than "great American". "A blonde in every pond" was his motto. Let's not allow the spin doctors to make this jerk a hero -- how quickly the American public forgets what his real legacy is.
Date: 2009-05-27, 1:43 A M EST.
I was the guy wearing the black Burberry jacket that you demanded I hand over shortly after you pulled the knife on me and my girlfriend, threatening our lives. You also asked for my girlfriend's purse and earrings. I can only hope that you somehow come across this rather important message.
First, I'd like to apologize for your embarrassment, I didn't expect you to actually crap in your pants when I drew my pistol after you took my jacket. The evening was not that cold, and I was wearing the jacket for a reason. My girlfriend had just bought me that Kimber Model 1911 .45 A CP pistol for my birthday, and we had picked up a shoulder holster for it that very evening. Obviously you agree that it is a very intimidating weapon when pointed at your head ... isn't it! I know it probably wasn't fun walking back to wherever you'd come from with that brown sludge in your pants. I'm sure it was even worse walking bare footed since I made you leave your your shoes, cellphone, and wallet with me. [That prevented you from calling or running to your buddies to come help mug us again].
After I called your mother, or "Momma" as you had her listed in your cell, I explained the entire episode of what you'd done. Then I went and filled up my gas tank as well as four other people's in the gas station on your credit card. The guy with the big motor home took 150 gallons and was extremely grateful! I gave your shoes to a homeless guy outside Vinnie Van Go Go's, along with all the cash in your wallet. [That made his day!] I then threw your wallet into the big pink "pimp mobile" that was parked at the curb ... after I broke the windshield and side window and keyed the entire driver's side of the car.
Later, I called a bunch of phone sex numbers from your cell phone. Ma Bell just now shut down the line, although I only used the phone for a little over a day now, so what's going on with that? Earlier, I managed to get in two threatening phone calls to the DA's office and one to the FBI, while mentioning President Obama as my possible target. The FBI guy seemed really intense and we had a nice long chat (I guess while he traced your number etc.). In a way, perhaps I should apologize for not killing you ... but I feel this type of retribution is a far more appropriate punishment for your threatened crime. I wish you well as you try to sort through some of these rather immediate pressing issues, and can only hope that you have the opportunity to reflect upon, and perhaps reconsider the career path you've chosen to pursue in life.
Remember, next time you might not be so lucky. Have a good day!
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
Montebello High School in California
You will not read this heart-stopping article on the front page of the NY Times, nor on the lead story of the major news networks. The protestors at Montebello High School took the American flag off the school's flag pole and hung it upside down while putting up the Mexican flag over it.
I predict this stunt will be the nail in the coffin of any guest-worker/amnesty plan on the table in Washington .. The image of the American flag subsumed to another and turned upside down on American soil is already spreading on Internet forums and via e-mail.
If you choose to remain uninvolved, do not be amazed when you no longer have a nation to call your own nor anything you have worked for left since it will be 'redistributed' to the activists while you are so peacefully staying out of the 'fray'. Check history, it is full of nations/empires that disappeared when its citizens no longer held their core beliefs and values. One person CAN make a difference.
One plus one plus one plus one plus one plus one........ ..
The battle for our secure borders and immigration laws that actually mean something, however, hasn't even begun.
Five signers were captured by the British as traitors, and tortured before they died.
Twelve had their homes ransacked and burned. Two lost their sons serving in the Revolutionary Army; another had two sons captured.
Nine of the 56 fought and died from wounds or hardships of the Revolutionary War.
They signed and they pledged their lives, their fortunes, and their sacred honor.
What kind of men were they?
Twenty-four were lawyers and jurists. Eleven were merchants, nine were farmers and large plantation owners; men of means, well educated, but they signed the Declaration of Independence knowing full well that the penalty would be death if they were captured.
Carter Braxton of Virginia, a wealthy planter and trader, saw his ships swept from the seas by the British Navy. He sold his home and properties to pay his debts, and died in rags.
Thomas McKean was so hounded by the British that he was forced to move his family almost constantly. He served in the Congress without pay, and his family was kept in hiding. His possessions were taken from him, and poverty was his reward.
Vandals or soldiers looted the properties of Dillery, Hall, Clymer, Walton, Gwinnett, Heyward, Ruttledge, and Middleton.
At the battle of Yorktown, Thomas Nelson, Jr., noted that the British General Cornwallis had taken over the Nelson home for his headquarters. He quietly urged General George Washington to open fire. The home was destroyed, and Nelson died bankrupt.
Francis Lewis had his home and properties destroyed. The enemy jailed his wife, and she died within a few months.
John Hart was driven from his wife's bedside as she was dying. Their 13 children fled for their lives. His fields and his gristmill were laid to waste. For more than a year he lived in forests and caves, returning home to find his wife dead and his children vanished.
Some of us take these liberties so much for granted, but we shouldn't.
Friday, June 12, 2009
Ed W. Freeman
You're a 19 year old kid. You're critically wounded and dying in the jungle in the Ia Drang Valley, 11-14-1965, LZ X-ray, Vietnam. Your infantry unit is outnumbered 8-1, and the enemy fire is so intense, from 100 or 200 yards away, that your own battalion commander has ordered the Med-Evac helicopters to stop coming in.
You're lying there, listening to the enemy machine guns, and you know you're not getting out. Your family is 12,000 miles away and you'll never see them again. As the world starts to fade in and out, you know this is the day.
Then, over the machine gun noise, you faintly hear the sound of a helicopter, and you look up to see an unarmed Huey, but it doesn't seem real, because no Med-Evac markings are on it. Ed Freeman is coming for you. He's not Med-Evac, so it's not his job, but he's flying his Huey down into the machine gun fire, after the Med-Evacs were ordered not to come. He's coming anyway.
He drops it in and sits there in the machine gun fire as they load 2 or 3 of you on board. Then he flies you up and out through the gunfire, to the doctors and nurses. He keeps coming back... 13 more times... and takes about 30 of you and your buddies out, who would never have gotten out.
Medal of Honor Recipient, Ed Freeman, died last Wednesday at the age of 80, in Boise, ID . . . May God rest his soul!
I bet you didn't hear about this hero's passing, but we sure were told a whole bunch about some Hip-Hop coward beating the crap out of his "girlfriend.”
Medal of Honor RecipientEd W. (Too Tall) Freeman
Captain, U.S. Army, Co A, 229th Assault Helicopter Bn, 1st Cavalry Division (Airmobile)
Gen. Eisenhower's warning...
It is a matter of history that when the Supreme Commander of the Allied Forces, General Dwight Eisenhower, found the victims of the death camps he ordered all possible photographs to be taken and for the German people from surrounding villages to be ushered through the camps and even made to bury the dead.
He did this because he said in words to this effect:
“Get it all on record now - get the films - get the witnesses - because somewhere down the road of history someone will get up and say that this never happened.”
This week, the UK debated whether to remove The Holocaust from its school curriculum because it 'offends' the Muslim population which claims it never occurred. It is not removed as yet. However, this is a frightening portent of the fear that is gripping the world and how easily each country is giving into it.
It is now more than 60 years after the Second World War in Europe ended. This is in memory of the, 6 million Jews, 20 million Russians, 10 million Christians, and 1,900 Catholic priests who were 'murdered, raped, burned, starved, beaten, experimented on, and humiliated' while the German people looked the other way!
Now, more than ever, with Iran, among others, claiming the Holocaust to be 'a myth', it is imperative to make sure the world never forgets.
How many years will it be before the attack on the World Trade Centre...NEVER HAPPENED'…
...because it offends some Muslim in the U.S.???
Thursday, June 11, 2009
This was emailed to me by SSquirrel, and I felt it deserved a public post rather than just an email circulation.
By Lou Pritchett
Dear President Obama:
You are the thirteenth President under whom I have lived and unlike any of the others, you truly scare me.
You scare me because after months of exposure, I know nothing about you.
You scare me because I do not know how you paid for your expensive Ivy League education and your upscale lifestyle and housing with no visible signs of support.
You scare me because you did not spend the formative years of youth growing up in America and culturally you are not an American.
You scare me because you have never run a company or met a payroll.
You scare me because you have never had military experience, thus don't understand it at its core.
You scare me because you lack humility and 'class', always blaming others.
You scare me because for over half your life you have aligned yourself with radical extremists who hate America and you refuse to publicly denounce these radicals who wish to see America fail.
You scare me because you are a cheerleader for the 'blame America' crowd and deliver this message abroad.
You scare me because you want to change America to a European style country where the government sector dominates instead of the private sector.
You scare me because you want to replace our health care system with a government controlled one.
You scare me because you prefer 'wind mills' to responsibly capitalizing on our own vast oil, coal, and shale reserves.
You scare me because you want to kill the American capitalist goose that lays the golden egg which provides
the highest standard of living in the world.
You scare me because you have begun to use 'extortion' tactics against certain banks and corporations.
You scare me because your own political party shrinks from challenging you on your wild and irresponsible spending proposals.
You scare me because you will not openly listen to or even consider opposing points of view from intelligent people.
You scare me because you falsely believe that you are both omnipotent and omniscient.
You scare me because the media gives you a free pass on everything you do.
You scare me because you demonize and want to silence the Limbaughs, Hannitys, O'Reillys, and Becks
who offer opposing, conservative points of view.
You scare me because you prefer controlling over governing.
Finally, you scare me because if you serve a second term I will probably not feel safe in writing a similar letter
in 8 years.
Note: Lou Pritchett is a former vice president of Procter & Gamble whose career at that company spanned 36 years before his retirement in 1989, and he is the author of the 1995 business book, Stop Paddling & Start Rocking the Boat.
Mr. Pritchett confirmed that he was indeed the author of the much-circulated "open letter." “I did write the 'you scare me' letter. I sent it to the NY Times, but they never acknowledged or published it. However, it hit the internet and according to the ‘experts’ has had over 500,000 hits.
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
Last night a woman walked in, talking on her smart phone a mile a minute, and proceeded to pick out soda, chips, dip, and candy bars. She came up to the counter with her hands full of basically junk, still talking on her cell, and "paid" for everything with the "Quest" Card. This is WI food stamps. It is in the form of a "credit card" so the food stamp users don't have to be "stigmatized" for using my money to buy junk. She then proceeds to walk out, still on the phone, and gets into a newer, nicer vehicle than either my husband or I drive and leaves.
This is someone buying junk on my dollar, and because I pay for her food, she has a better car than I do. This is outrageous! This is the stuff that makes the Right Troll emerge from under her bridge! And here she comes.
Lazy, good-for nothing, think I owe you a living because you're black, white, hispanic, latino, korean, mung, American Indian, whatever, get up off your lazy butt and do something. I am part of the American public who is no longer willing to pay people to do nothing. This includes "shovel ready" projects across the nation. Puhleeeze! I've been seeing some of them at work, painting fire hydrants, painting light posts, very important things like that.
We are merely creating another, larger generation who will ultimitely believe anything that's any good comes from the government. This insidious creep of totalitarianism started with FDR and the First Great Depression. LBJ, who was probably the biggest benefactor from JFK's death, managed to cram "The Great Society" stuff through in the 60's. (LBJ, riding on the coattails of the Dallas assassination, passed much more then JFK had been able to.) The slope is so much steeper now, thanks to the afore-mentioned presidents, that the descent has become rather dizzying.
Is anyone left clinging tenaciously to the side?
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
And the people rejoiced. For even though they knew not what The One would do, He had promised that it was good; and they believed. And The One said "We live in the greatest country in the world. Help me change everything about it!"
And the people said, "Hallelujah! Change is good!"
Then He said, "We are going to tax rich fat cats,"----
And the people said "Sock it to them!"
Then He said "---- and redistribute their wealth."
And the people said, "Show us the money!"
And then He said, "Redistribution of wealth is good for everybody."
And Joe the plumber asked, "Are you kidding me? You're going to steal my money and give it to the deadbeats??"
And The One ridiculed and taunted him, and Joe's personal records were hacked and publicized. One lone reporter asked, "Isn't that Marxist policy?" And she was banished from the kingdom!
Then a citizen asked, "With no foreign relations experience and having zero military experience or knowledge, how will you deal with radical terrorists?"
And The One said, "Simple. I shall sit with them and talk with them and show them how nice we really are; and they will forget that they ever wanted to kill us all!"
And the people said, "Hallelujah!! We are safe at last and we can beat our weapons into free cars for the people!"
Then The One said, "I shall give 95% of you lower taxes."
And one, lone voice said, "But 40% of us don't pay ANY taxes."
So The One said, "Then I shall give you some of the taxes the fat-cats pay!"
And the people said, "Hallelujah!! Show us the money!"
Then The One said, "I shall tax your Capital Gains when you sell your homes!" And the people yawned and the slumping housing market collapsed. And He said, "I shall mandate employer-funded health care for EVERY worker and raise the minimum wage. And I shall give every person unlimited healthcare and medicine and transportation to the clinics."
And the people said, "Gim'me some of that!"
Then he said, "I shall penalize employers who ship jobs overseas."
And the people said, "Where's my rebate check?"
Then The One said, "I shall bankrupt the coal industry and electricity rates will skyrocket!"
And the people said, "Coal is dirty, coal is evil, no more coal! But we don't care for that part about higher electric rates."
So The One said, "Not to worry. If your rebate isn't enough to cover your expenses, we shall bail you out. Just sign up with ACORN and your troubles are over!" Then He said, "Illegal immigrants feel scorned and slighted. Let's grant them amnesty, Social Security, free education, free lunches, free medical care, bi-lingual signs, and guaranteed housing..."
And the people said, "Hallelujah!!" And they made him King!
And so it came to pass that employers, facing spiraling costs and ever-higher taxes, raised their prices and laid off workers. Others simply gave up and went out of business and the economy sank like unto a rock dropped from a cliff. The banking industry was destroyed. Manufacturing slowed to a crawl. And more of the people were without a means of support.
Then The One said, "I am the One - The Messiah - and I'm here to save you! We shall just print more money so everyone will have enough!"
But our foreign trading partners said unto Him, "Wait a minute. Your dollar is not worth a pile of camel dung! You will have to pay more..."
And the people said, "Wait a minute. That is unfair!!"
And the world said, "Neither are these other idiotic programs you have embraced. Lo, you have become a Socialist state and a second-rate power. Now you shall play by our rules!"
And the people cried out, "Alas, alas!! What have we done?" But yea verily, it was too late. The people set upon The One and spat upon him and stoned him, and his name was dung. And the once mighty nation was no more and the once proud people were without sustenance or shelter or hope. And the Change The One had given them was as like unto a poison that had destroyed them and like a whirlwind that consumed all that they had built.
And the people beat their chests in despair and cried out in anguish, "Give us back our nation and our pride and our hope!!" But it was too late and their homeland was no more.
You may think this is a fairy tale, but it's not.It's happening RIGHT NOW!!!!!!!
Saturday, May 23, 2009
One thing about blokes from Australia is that their hearts and humor are always in the right place!
T. B. Bechtel, a City Councilor from Newcastle, Australia, was asked on a local live radio talk show, just what he thought about the allegations of torture of suspected terrorists.
His reply prompted his ejection from the studio, but to thunderous applause from the audience.
Monday, April 20, 2009
I was raised in rural Wisconsin, the oldest of the six children my parents gave life to. I was not a good kid. My temper is legendary in my family, and when I was younger, I didn't control it. On a fairly routine basis, I beat up my little brothers and sisters. Until my baby brother was born when I was 12. He was the sibling I shared my room with, who "civilized" me according to my parents. He was also the only sibling I never hit in anger. He and I still share a special bond today. My temper is no less fierce today than it was as a child, but I have learned to control it better.
I am one of the lucky people who walk among you, undetected. I survived four very close calls with death, which means I am here for a reason, and I never have to doubt that.
Five days before my 13th birthday, May 16, 1975, I was riding my bicycle home from school. I had to make a special stop to drop off a birthday party invitation at the house of a friend. Now, I grew up on a farm, and the only way to get to my house was on one of two highways. This friend's house was on my way home, but it was the long way around. I dropped the invitation off and continued on my way home. I had to make a left turn across the highway, at the bottom of a hill. Remember riding a bike downhill after toiling up it? You feel as though you're going a hundred miles an hour; wind roaring in your ears, your hair flying back (no bicycle helmets in those days), drying the sweat built up by the long climb. As I came up on the corner, I signaled for a left-hand turn, saw no one in front of me, heard no one behind me, and turned. And got hit by a semi.
People will say I'm lucky, and I'm not inclined to argue. A year later, on the same highway, at a different corner, a schoolmate was killed by a semi while turning across the road. I am lucky, but more importantly, God isn't done with me yet. Thirteen is almost too young to understand the import of what happened, I did, however, get that I am here for a reason.
The accident didn't change my life significantly, I still ran riot over most of my siblings. I stole from my parents, smoked and experimented with cigarettes and marijuana--although I didn't use drugs until college. I got pregnant twice by two different men, and gave two precious babies up for adoption. Now I say I may be a grandmother and not know it. The best result for me has been that those two babies have grown up and not seeked me out. This makes me believe that their families were right, and my decision was right.
I married, too young, a man who believed he could control me through violence and fear, and did for almost five years. It was during this time I accepted Jesus Christ as my personal Lord and Savior. That still brings a smile to my face. I'm not perfect, far from it, but I am saved. Two children and a divorce later, I was a twenty-something single mother with two pre-school girls.
Not too surprisingly, I swore off men. I also threw myself into making a life for us and accepting the limitations that naturally come with being a single parent. I worked at being a good parent and a good provider, and got on with my life. In my early 30's I was offered a job with the state for, what was then, good money and I took it. It was there that I met my husband.
We were getting ready to get married, when I was struck down with a pulmonary embolism (a blood clot in my lung). The doctors in the ER told Rod (my hubby) if we had waited half an hour longer, I wouldn't be alive. Three years later, during the delivery of my last child, my uterus partially ruptured and I bled out half my blood volume. My latest brush with death came in March of 08, when I was hospitalized with double pneumonia, which was also in my blood stream.
What have I learned from this? I am where I am supposed to be. Live each day as though it were your last, for it might be. Live your life in the center of God's will. It doesn't mean life will be easy, it means you will never be alone in the struggle.
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
The Founding Fathers realized this new breed of Americans needed to be independent. They were wise enough to make the governmental framework loose, giving us the choice of more or less government. They were wise enough lay out the Bill of Rights, the 10 Constitutional Amendments specifying rights under this new government for her citizens. They were wise enough to know that the future would bring changes, and allowed for changes to be made through the Constitution by amendment. They even knew that liberty was not free, and put their trust in the citizenry to protect that liberty.
Today we stand at a crossroads. Will we, the people, continue to follow the corrupt government like sheep, or will we follow the Founding Fathers and protect our liberty. "Life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness." We have already given up the right to life for a huge portion of our citizens. On a daily basis we slaughter 4,000 of our pre-born citizens. We allow "assisted suicide", which is an oxymoron almost as ridiculous as homophobia. Homophobia, translated correctly, means fear of oneself. Suicide is, by definition, a singular act designed to end one's life. "Assisted suicide" is nothing less than euthanasia, murder. As our corrupt government takes more and more control over America's health care, we will be evaluated as to our usefulness economically, and then we might get a part of the socialist health care we pay for through our sweat, time and energy.
Our liberty has been taken away slowly in the guise of many things. Gun control-registering your legally owned, Constitutionally guaranteed right to bear arms. Not "your right to bear arms if the government says it's OK". We have allowed the government to tell legally owned private businesses they cannot allow legal activities in those businesses. Does "smoking ban" mean anything to anyone? Worse, we have stood passively by as the current government takes over the car companies, the banks and insurance companies. Are we as free as we were even 30 years ago? No. We allow laws to usurp our freedoms, and are fearful of opposing them because we will be seen as "intolerant", "racist" and "insensitive". Count me as intolerant and insensitive.
I am intolerant of women who believe the precious gift of a baby is "a blob of tissue" to be discarded at will. I am intolerant of people who believe others who are not "normal" should be put to death through euthanasia. I am intolerant of people who think they know what is in my best interests. I am intolerant of people who believe a loud, rude minority should tell everyone else what should and shouldn't be. I am insensitive about saying what is true and real; I say those things. I am insensitive to fringe groups that believe the mainstream should kowtow to them. I am insensitive to political correctness. I believe being eternally correct is more important.
Of all of out Founding Fathers, John Adams is my favorite. He struggled his entire life with feelings of frustration. He saw so clearly what was and what needed to be done, and was frustrated with his inability to effect change. He was known for his fractiousness, his unpopularity with his peers, and his bluntness. John Adams was not a man to mince words and he followed his mind and heart to the end of his life.
I, too, am very frustrated at this historical juncture. I see very clearly what needs to be done, and I don't care who I offend by saying so. I don't try to make my speech flowery. I don't care who I call out as traitors to the cause. Abortion is Murder. The best size for government is tiny, close to minuscule. I say we need to throw them all out, by force, if needed. I want to see the euthanasiasts try to take a member of my family. It will not be pretty. I want to see the government official who tries to enter my home against my will. It will not be pretty. I want to see someone try to make me do something I believe is wrong. They may kill me, but they won't be able to make me do it.
Freedom is more than a word or concept. It is a way to live. We, the people, have forgotten what true freedom is, because we have all been willing to trade our freedom for security, or equal rights, or political correctness, or whatever.
Join me in living free. Do not allow anyone to take away your freedom. I may be put to death, but it will be as a free person.
Friday, April 10, 2009
"When I was a kid. . ." But yes (see previous), winter break was Christmas vacation, spring break was Easter vacation. On Good Friday, everything in town was closed from 1-3 PM, and nary a soul was to be found outside of church-Catholic and Lutheran. The grocery store in town closed at noon on Sundays, and was closed completely on holidays like Christmas, Easter, July 4th, Memorial and Labor Days, Thanksgiving and New Years. Granted, I grew up in a dinky little town, but we spent Christmas in Chicago more than once, and nothing was open. Everybody, American or not; these are American holy days; was given the day off to spend with family and friends. I vaguely knew about Rosh Hoshanna, Yom Kippur, Hannuka, and Passover, but my childhood was steeped in the Christian traditions of my beloved country.
The American holidays are no longer days on which everyone, American or not, is given a day off to spend with family and friends. Why not? In the quest for the almighty dollar, greed has stripped us of our national holy days. Have you ever gone to the local convenience store on a holiday? Did you commiserate with the clerk about having to work? Did it ever occur to you that by patronizing a business on an American holiday, you encourage that business to be open on those days? Why? Not the Freedom From Religion Foundation or the ACLU, but greed. Make more money, make more money, makemoremoney, makmoremoney, makmormoney, makmormony, mkmormony, mkmrmony, mkmrmny.....
My place of employment is a small neighborhood Cafe and the most consistently busy day of any week is Sunday morning. We close only for Thanksgiving and Christmas, and two of the owners are Catholic. There is no choice but to stay open for American holy days like Easter in order to stay in business. Today, on Good Friday, was one of the better Fridays I've had recently.
My point is that the Christian traditions of my beloved country have been passing away for a long time. The prevailing god of America is money, the quest for money has turned our eyes away from the Judeo-Christian ethics and holy days. Is it any wonder Mr Madoff was able to run his scheme? His investors wanted to believe in the fantasy Mr Madoff said they could have. Their eyes were on money. This allowed literally thousands of people to end up losing everything.
President Obama knows that the god of the USA is money. (I'll say it now, follow the money. See Dick Morris regarding the G20 agreement on a world bank.) That is why the President is allowed to fire corporate executives and set the wages of others--pretty much any others he wishes. When he says "We aren't a nation of Christians, .." he knows he is correct, because the outrage is always over the money.
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
So... Cigarette smokers are the social equivalent of mass murderers, but cigarette smokers bear the responsibility of balancing budgets, paying for health care for our children, and the hopes and dreams of a nation. -- Wait! -- Not that last part, but the other two certainly. So, we need to take special care of the cigarette smokers left in the USA.
Instead of all these ridiculous PSA's telling smokers how they can get help quitting, we need to come out with better, newer PSA's telling smokers how they can prolong their life while continuing to smoke. We have to encourage our last, few remaining smokers to exercise and eat right. They should be able to get great health care, since they're paying for it--thank you smokers, our lives depend on you.
Instead of these inane laws restricting smoking in public places, we should be encouraging businesses and the government to create very special places for smokers to go. And I don't mean out the back door to suffer in the cold, snow, wind, rain, or scorching heat. Smokers now rate the best accomadations we can provide. No more second-class citizen treatment, smokers are the ones saving the USA.
Businesses need to be required to put in plush, comfortable smoking areas. Restaurants and bars should have large smoking sections, with the best seats in the house. I know this sounds crazy, but we need to remember the burden we are placing on our smokers. The least we non-smokers can do is treat smokers with the respect and deference due them. They are paying for health care for the rest of us.
Smoking sections, while primarily the domain of smokers, should welcome non-smokers as well. In fact, smoke-filled air is becoming scarce, it's a precious commodity and needs to be treated as such. Therefore, non-smokers who wish to sit in the rarified atmosphere of the smoking section will have to pay a surcharge. All the surcharge money will be put into a giant slush fund to aid smokers with the skyrocketing cost of cigarettes. After all, if smokers cannot afford cigarettes, they can't balance state's budgets nor pay for our health care. Non-smokers need to help out as much as possible, after all, the smoking population is declining all the time.
I am not advocating that we encourage more people to take up smoking, although that might have to happen in the future as smokers die and we lose that revenue. I am saying we need to treat our smokers better. Smokers are very special people who need extra special care. Smokers are responsible for the financial health of most of the states in the union and our nationalized health care.
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
I hear people say that the country is at a boiling point--both on and off Twitter--and I agree. There is a palpable anger in this country that's been held in check for years, and is now being let out to rage freely. When the GOP held the White House, people were angry at the polarization of my beloved country, but trusted the inhabitants of the White House, and kept the anger in check. However, with the Dems having control of both Congress and the White House, the rage is surfacing. People voted for a change, not really caring what that change might be, and now we have it. Unfortunately, my beloved country is getting what it asked for. I personally think it sucks.
Twitter is an outlet for my rage at the Government--all Government. I can rant and rave, and not hurt any one's feelings. I can laugh at the zingers my friends get off, and I can foment revolution. In fact, a lot of my friends on Twitter agree. Government is too big, Socialism doesn't work, terrorists are our worldwide enemies, and it's not "Overseas Contingency Operations" it's "The War on Terror". People on Twitter say what's on their mind, and that honesty is refreshing. There is no political correctness on Twitter. It is what it is, and calling it another name doesn't change what it is. "A rose by any other name..."
The really mean, below the belt stuff generally comes from the left-leaners, and as much as the Left would like you to think so, if you look at things through the prism of reality, you have to be conservative. Liberals cannot carry a rational argument of their position, so they generally denigrate into name-calling, swearing, and false accusations. Another sign that the conservative world view is the true world view, not some tie-dyed, rose-colored fantasy that the Left wants us to believe.
Personal responsibility and accountability are dead in my beloved country, and until/unless we can resurrect them, my beloved country will fail. The greatest experiment in recorded history, democracy on a grand scale, is always changing and growing, as the Founding Fathers intended. What they didn't intend was that the government would become our nanny. The Libs want just that. And they are getting their way. This is not the country I want to pass on to my children.