Monday, August 31, 2010
Grateful Popsicles
     Regarding a much earlier post of mine titled "Popsicles for Palin", which detailed our long wait for Sarah Palin to sign her book in Grand Rapids:  I mailed the lovely lady a photograph of her and my mother conversing that day, (Sarah made sure everyone had a little time with her) along with a letter about my wonderful mom.  Sarah wrote a lovely note and signed the photo, delighting my mother to no end. 


Sunday, August 30, 2010
 A Giant With a Million Heads   
     How I long for those insouciant summer days, when the worst we had to worry about was the latest gross-out from Bill Clinton.  On the most fearful and fateful September morning of our lives, my eight-year-old son and I watched live TV as the second plane plowed into the World Trade Center.  Clutching my child to me, I cried that he shouldn’t have to see it.  He calmly explained that he needed to witness it, as he would tell the story someday to his grandchildren, and bear witness to the history.  But I worried what kind of world he would be living in.  What history would he be telling; the beginning of the end of destruction, or the end of a blithe existence, lost forever?
     There seems to have been two kinds of people who lived through that day; those of us who wept, and could see the dark future unfolding before us, and those who didn’t;  didn’t weep, didn’t worry, didn’t seem to care at all.  When I shopped at Lowe’s, looking for an American flag shortly after the attack, the clueless clerk seemed confused as to why I needed a flag in September, “That’s a July thing, I think.”  he said.  As I gazed disbelieving at his placid, empty features, it occurred to me that he hadn’t heard the news, but since then I’ve come to realize that he, like many others, just don’t fully register news of this magnitude.  Eloi-like, he manages his life complete in the knowledge that the world never changes much, and unpleasantness can be shuttered by turning off the TV.  
     I would bet my last dollar that nearly everyone in the tea party crowds remembers what they were doing on the morning of 9-11-01, and that they mark that day as the beginning of a certain stirring in their souls, that would mature in 2009 as what will surely be known as the Great Awakening of the 21st Century, if history records it. That all depends on how well a minority of free-born citizenry reacts to the vicissitudes of a constantly shifting political landscape, trolled by venal, soulless folk who try to control the narrative.
     Hence the crazy talk about the Ground Zero Mosque.  The ludicrous declaration that the mosque represents a happy bridge of understanding of some sort rasps in the tired ears of citizens who are sick of the insults.  Somewhere along the line, most of us clued into the fact that the president and his kith, universally believe we are too stupid to live.  We get that the mosque is probably another diversion, an exhaustive exercise meant to end in a compromise to suit all parties, but resulting in another defeat for Western society.  We get that there’s something wrong with a government that throws away the constitution to cram Obamacare down our throats, but suddenly discovers that our hands are hopelessly tied by the rope of law when it comes to Imams who would make America sharia compliant.  We even get that when Liberals insist, “We must show the Muslims that we’re better than their culture, because we allow religious freedom, even though they don’t” it reveals a revolting bigotry.  We get it, and have organized, hydra-like, in a vast tea party movement without identifiable leaders that can easily be discredited and destroyed.  Many of us, having discovered the depth of destruction to our country, now make it our life’s goal to save her, and work tirelessly to skip ahead of our foes, who would enslave us.
          Another kind of slumbering giant has awakened.  It breathes liberty, and has nerves of steel, forged in the fires of desperation.  Having seen the damp despair that lies in wait for weak willed compromising fools, it has aimed to shape the future into one where our children will tell the tale of narrowly averted fascism to their free-born great-grandchildren in a shining Reaganesque city on a hill. 






March 23, 2010

     This morning I had a mammogram, one of those things that the government thinks I need fewer of, and I asked the tech what she thought of the health care takeover.  She said that it hadn’t really been passed yet, (?) but that she believed that many people would now receive the care they couldn’t have before, and those who refused to buy insurance, and wasted their money on other things, would rightfully pay their full share. 
     She is missing the whole point of health care reform.  And the “fundamental change” Obama was talking about isn’t health care; it’s about, of all things, process.  First, the government forces everyone to purchase a product in order to reside in the United States.  Do you really think that now this is a precedent, that we’ll not be required to purchase anything else?  Carbon Credits.  Housing  Credits, Safety Insurance to pay for police.  Food Insurance to feed the “hungry”.  Our fate now lies in the hands of 5 Supreme Court  Justices who will decide if the government has the right to order us to buy something we don’t want.  So what if you have no money?  Why you’ll get subsidized by those with “resources”.  When those with resources figure out what’s happening, they’ll leave if they can, or quit working.  The economy will eventually grind to a halt, money will hyper-inflate, the government will continue to nationalize everything of value,  and when nobody will work, a new Contract with America” will state that in order to get “Benefits” you’ll have to be employed.  A national Bureaucracy will be formed called the Department of Full Employment, which will ensure through fines and jail time, that you WILL work.  You’ll work, and the Overseer will dole out your benefits.  Welcome to Amerika, slaves.


March 22, 2010
The Morning After
I actually haven't shed a tear over Obamacare, because my fury overrides everything else right  now.  My husband, a heart patient, woke up this morning to say very sadly that after all the sacrifice, saving, and frugality to build a nest egg, it will all be gone, and we'll die poor.  He's a good man; he wasn't just talking about our family.  Now our country is facing the twin storms of Obamafascism, and Islamofascism.  As the cash runs low for health care, our defense will be gutted.  As health care goes the way of social security, medicare, postal service, and an increasingly more federalized school system,  we'll be getting less and less, but paying higher taxes.  Many of us will quit.  There will be sham divorces to split family resources to escape high income taxes, and take advantage of government programs.  Look for the underground economy; it's where you'll be getting many of your services in the future.  Racial tensions will rise.  Your free speech rights will evaporate, and talk radio will be considered too dangerous to exist.  Many of us will live two different lives; one the compliant citizen, the other, black market trader.  The young people I've talked to insist they want change, but then they cheerfully dismiss my concerns with a flippant remark about how nothing radical could possibly happen.  My impression is that they don't have any idea what change means.

The Good News
Well, there actually isn’t any.  politicians on both sides still think the teapartiers are stupid sheep, and this morning on a local Michigan radio show, I heard the Republican blather on for five minutes about how sorry he was for his colleague hurling racial epithets or death threats or something.  He didn’t mention WHY people are so angry about healthcare,