The danger to America is not Barack Obama but a citizenry capable of entrusting a man like him with the presidency.
It will be easier to limit and undo the follies of an Obama presidency than to restore the necessary common sense and good judgment to an electorate willing to have such a man for their president.
The problem is much deeper and far more serious than Mr. Obama, who is a mere symptom of what ails us. Blaming the prince of the fools should not blind anyone to the vast confederacy of fools that made him their prince.
The republic can survive a Barack Obama. It is less likely to survive a multitude of fools such as those who made him their president.”
-- Author Unknown
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Our country is in the process of a headon collision. Half our country riding in the back seat, either doesn't care, doesn't want to know or is a government hand out dependent. At the speed Obama is driving the damage will be near total. Like a collision damaging our country is far faster and easier than repairing it. There are almost no speed bumps like the courts or opposition to slow him and his party down. Hope you have your seatbelts on it going to be a wild ride with Immigration Reform, Cap & Trade and a new national (VAT) Value Added Tax to pay for it all.
The Democrats in Congress feigning fear are accusing the American people of threatening behavoir. What a surprise to hear the pot calling the kettle black. If these elected officials can't understand how angry their constituents are they are either mental flatliners, well intoxicated or bribed. They will react by no longer attending town hall meetings and will avoid public gatherings of any kind. Their attention is now focused squarely on diverting blame and preparing for their retirement package of goodies. Any resonnable person can see this is nothing more than a damage control public relations farce. Except of course the news media.
Anger was a natural human reaction following the partisan healthcare issue. How it manifests itself by word or deed is entirely another matter. Sanctioning or advocating violence in our society begets more of the same. Fear is a great motivator as any Democrat in Congress will tell you at the sight of Rahm Emmanuel or David Axlerod. Ghandi believed in non-violent protest. India at the time was ruled by the British for several hundred years. He had a huge favorable population ratio. Nevertheless there were many unfortunate voilent encounters before India's independence and after when Pakistan was formed as a Muslim State. King followed a similar path in an America that was recognizing past transgressions and that civil rights and equality under the law was a Constitutional Right. However the circumstances today in the United States are vastly different. We are a separate but equal people living off of under funded entitlements that is near moral and financial ruin. Neither political party understands the gavity of the situation.
From the internet, It is long in its content but its worth the read and to think its meaning boys and girls.
Once upon a time I was invited to the White House for a private dinner with the President.
I am a respected businessman, with a factory that produces memory chips for computers and portable electronics.
There was some talk that my industry was being scrutinized by the administration, but I paid it no mind. I live in a FREE country. There’s nothing that the government can do to me if I’ve broken no laws. My wealth was EARNED honestly, and an invitation to dinner with an American President is an honor.
I checked my coat, was greeted by the Chief of Staff, and joined the President in a yellow dining room.
We sat across from each other at a table draped in white linen. The Great Seal was embossed on the china. Uniformed staff served our dinner.
The meal was served, and I was startled when my waiter suddenly reached out, plucked a dinner roll off my plate and began nibbling it as he walked back to the kitchen..
“Sorry ’bout that,” said the President. “DeSean is very hungry.”
“I don’t appreciate…” I began, but as I looked into the calm brown eyes across from me, I felt immediately guilty and petty. It was just a dinner roll. “Of course,” I concluded, and reached for my glass.
Before I could, however, another waiter reached forward, took the glass away and swallowed the wine in a single gulp. “And his brother, Willie is very thirsty,” said the President.
I didn’t say anything. The President is testing my compassion, I thought. I withheld my comments and decided to play along. I don’t want to seem unkind..
My plate was whisked away before I had tasted a bite.
“Willie's children are also quite hungry.”
With a lurch, I crashed to the floor. My chair had been pulled out from under me.
I stood, brushing myself off angrily, and watched as it was carried from the room.
And their grandmother can’t stand for long.”
I excused myself, smiling outwardly, but inside feeling like a fool. Obviously I had been invited to the White House to be sport for some game. I reached for my coat, to find that it had been taken.
I turned back to the President.
“Their grandfather doesn’t like the cold.”
I wanted to shout, “that was my coat!” But again, I looked at the placid smiling face of my host and decided I was being a poor sport. I spread my hands helplessly and chuckled.
Then I felt my hip pocket and realized my wallet was gone. I excused myself and walked to a phone on an elegant side table.
I learned shortly that my credit cards had been maxed out, my bank accounts emptied, my retirement and equity portfolios had vanished, and my wife had been thrown out of our home. End Part 1
part 2
Apparently, the waiters and their families were moving in. The President hadn’t moved or spoken as I learned all this, but finally I lowered the phone into its cradle and turned to face him.
“De Seans whole family has made bad financial decisions. They haven’t planned for retirement and they need a house. They recently defaulted on a subprime mortgage. I told them they could have your home. They need it more than you do.”
My hands were shaking. I felt faint I stumbled back to the table and knelt on the floor.
The President cheerfully cut his meat, ate his steak, and drank his wine. I lowered my eyes and stared at the small grey circles on the tablecloth that were water drops.
“By the way,” he added, “I have just signed an Executive Order nationalizing your factories.
I’m firing you as head of your business. I’ll be operating the firm now for the benefit of all mankind.
There’s a whole bunch of Ds Seans and Willies out there and they can’t come to you for jobs groveling like beggars…we need to spread YOUR wealth around…”
I looked up. The President dropped his spoon into the empty ramekin which had been his crème Brule.
He drained the last drops of his wine. As the table was cleared, he lit a cigarette and leaned back in his chair.
He stared at me. I clung to the edge of the table as if it were a ledge and I were a man hanging over an abyss.
I thought of the years behind me, of the life I had lived. The life I had earned with a lifetime of work, risk and struggle.
Why was I punished? How had I allowed it to be taken? What game had I played and lost? I looked across the table and noticed with some surprise that there was no game board between us.
What had I done wrong?
As if answering the unspoken thought, President Obama suddenly cocked his head, locked his empty eyes to mine, and bared a million teeth,chuckling wryly as he folded his hands.
“You should have stopped me at the dinner roll,” he said.
WAKE UP AMERICA!!
Replace the names with Johnson at the top of the heap. Under her are the City Council, City Manager. Under them the City and School Employees and we the filthy tax payers are at the bottom.
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