CNN, Huffington Post Urging Gang-Land Violence Against Political Foes

Who knew?  Elect a black man to the presidency of the United States and now advocating “gangsta” violence against your political foes is kosher?  I heard about this story and had to read the actual quotes for myself.

These aren’t some fringe kooks, well Huffington post maybe, but CNN?? :

“Obama’s critics keep blasting him for Chicago-style politics. So, fine. Channel your inner Al Capone and go gangsta against your foes. Let ‘em know that if they aren’t with you, they are against you, and will pay the price.”  —CNN columnist Roland Martin, “Time for Obama to go ‘gangsta’ on GOP

“You’ve given it your best shot, you’ve tried numerous times to talk with the Republicans, to negotiate, to meet them halfway on every single matter before the American people. But they hate you for many reasons. It’s time you break kneecaps (bold in original). It’s time to destroy the Republican Party. They don’t deserve a seat at the table when all they want to do is score political points by being the Party of No.”  –Huffington Post columnist David Bourgeois , “Obama Better Start Breaking Kneecaps”

…and they call the moms with strollers at tea parties the dangerous home-grown radicals?

Hat tip to BigGovernment.com

—Beetle Blogger

CNN, Huffington Post Urge Violence Against Republicans

Obama IN HIS OWN WORDS: Nationalized Health Care Will ELIMINATE Private Insurance

Obama Declares War on Capitalism and American Insurance Companies

Single payer socialized medicine.  Government-run health care— all the efficiency of the DMV, all the humanity of the IRS.  Is there even a question that the President of the United States is advocating here?

“Are we going to let the special interests win again? Or are we going to make this vote a victory for the American people?” — White House status update

I am not a special interest.  I am an American citizen who believes in democracy and free enterprise, and I am not alone.   The D.C. switchboard on Capitol Hill has been slammed past capacity for four days straight with the frantic and outraged calls of concerned Americans wanting to know why their representatives are not listening to the people.  An overwhelming majority of the American people are against this bill.  Are they special interests too?  The only special interest I have is in the personal well being of my nation, my family and my children.

Socialism is a broken system.  I do not want the health of my family dependent on a system run by the government, and neither apparently, do the rest of the American people.

—Beetle Blogger

And Then There Was Maine

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ProtectMarriage.com - Yes on Proposition 8


November 05, 2009

Dear friends,

November 3, 2009 was an auspicious day for traditional marriage in America.  The eyes of the nation have watched and waited for the outcome of a ballot initiative to prevent homosexual marriage from becoming law in Maine.  It was the 31st attempt by a state’s popular vote to protect the definition of traditional marriage.  Thirty times it had succeeded before, and the stakes were exceedingly high.  Both sides needed the victory – one, to keep our nation on the course divined by God and the other to use it as an indication that the national tide is turning away from centuries of understanding and practice of this sacred issue.

But the night clearly and decisively belonged to traditional marriage, with 53 percent of Maine voters restoring the definition of marriage to between one man and one woman!

The outcome was particularly gratifying because the win came in the liberal New England region of our country where surrounding states have legalized same-sex marriage, with Maine widely expected by the media, political pundits and the national gay establishment to follow suit.  And our opponents had every advantage: they tapped into vast financial resources of pro-homosexual activists across the country, raising nearly $5 million from all but 10 of our 50 states, claimed a volunteer corps of thousands, and were, of course, the darlings of the media.

Yet the traditional marriage campaign strategically and diligently went about the business of laying bare the experiences in states that have legalized same-sex marriage, sharing with Mainers what legal experts on both sides of the issue agreed would be an onslaught of legal actions against those who chose to exercise their conscience if gay marriage became law.

As a result of what occurred in Maine, we continue to herald that every single time voters have had the chance, they have supported traditional marriage.  Voters are tolerant of homosexual relationships, but they draw the line at the centuries-old institution of marriage because they understand the serious consequences to society – especially children – when traditional marriage is dismantled.

In the end, our efforts – buoyed by God’s blessing and the prayers and hard work of many involved in Prop 8 – carried the day, for which we are deeply grateful.  Yet with the same breath used to concede the race, our opponents clearly let it be known that they will continue the fight to make homosexual marriage the social norm.  And while this particular battle was waged and won in Maine, the message from our opponents in California was equally clear.

Equality California issued a message to their supporters just yesterday urging them to contact President Obama to engage in the Prop 8 legal battle by asking the court to rule it unconstitutional.  Make no mistake that our victory in Maine was a crushing blow to the gay activists who continue to fight us in federal court over Prop 8 and who, at this very minute, are directing their efforts to overturn it through another campaign.

We must not and will not rest on our laurels when we know that the other side is more focused than ever to push their agenda after Tuesday’s results.  Please help us keep the momentum for marriage going strong by contributing to our fight right here in California. As we learned in the Golden State last year and again in Maine this week, every effort by each individual participating in our mission makes the difference in the final outcome.

Sincerely,

Ron Prentice
Executive Director

www.protectmarriage.com

Obama’s Chai Feldblum: Gay Sex is Morally Good, Government has a Duty to Promote

President Barack Obama’s nominee Chai R. Feldblum for the Equal Employment Opportunity Commission proclaims that, “Gay sex is morally good.” Further in the video she suggests the government has a duty to promote homosexuality, and it is as good as heterosexuality.

Equality is a weapon??  Homosexuality morally good?   And the government has a duty to promote it??

Chai Feldblum believes that these LGBT rights should come even at the expense of religious liberties!  This woman has no place being in government.

Now, I don’t mind wacky people having wacky ideas, or even spouting their wacky ideas in public, but when people like this are being put into positions of power like this, that is when my alarm bells start going off.

As columnist Joseph Farah said:

“Every once in a while Americans need to be reminded just how dark the dark side really is. And we are getting that reminder today. It’s been a wake-up call for millions – and we needed it.  No sane person could watch this spectacle in Washington unfold and believe it represents anything less than the total unraveling of the fabric of American decency and morality.

This is the dark side coming to power.  Could anyone have expected that this was the “change” Obama would bring?

Tea party! Rally! Write letters! Blog! Call reps, talk shows, any avenue possible to stand for decency and morality.  It’s time to bring the change back.

—Beetle Blogger

More on Chai Feldblum’s radical positions:

EEOC nominee equates ‘two sisters living together’ with married couple
http://www.wnd.com/index.php?fa=PAGE….

‘Gay’ sex morally good, says Obama pick
http://www.wnd.com/index.php?fa=PAGE….

Chai R. Feldblum Endorsed Polygamy
http://www.catholic.org/politics/stor…

Chai R. Feldblum “Gay Sex Is Equal To Heterosexual Sex”
http://www.catholic.org/politics/stor…

White House Announces Chai R. Feldblum
http://www.whitehouse.gov/the_press_o…

Obama nominee praised polygamy
http://www.wnd.com/index.php?fa=PAGE….

Blogs
http://www.weaselzippers.net/blog/200…

http://www.lonelyconservative.com/200…

Commentary
http://www.wnd.com/index.php?fa=PAGE….

Can You Hear Me Now?—2 Million March on D.C.

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Today
3,000 Marched in my hometown
2,ooo,ooo Marched on Washington D.C.
30,000,000 Marched Nationwide…..

I am America.

Can You Hear Me Now?

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Cult of Personality—The Power and Danger of Iconography

Cult of Personality?

Following the same lines as our conversation on “Voice of the Nation” yesterday, a friend sent me this video from PJTV:

Watch the whole thing, it’s fascinating.  I hadn’t considered the graphic aspect of the Obama’s logo and how it’s being used.  That he and his handlers are using it as a replacement for the official presidential logo is surprising and a little alarming, but the symbolic use and changes to the original presidential seal are even more disturbing.

Symbolically Obama seems to be trying to eclipse his office with his brand.  Put that together with the eerie allegiances of the “I pledge” video and directing school lesson plans from the whitehouse, and it all comes together in a creepy way.

Keep your eyes open America.  This guy is as slippery as they come.

—Beetle Blogger

Voice of the Nation—Victory for Parents!

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Voice of the Nation

Family Values Blog Talk Radio

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“…the cult of personality at grade school level is a phenomenon of non-functioning, non-democratic, non-free societies, and it should have no place here.”  –Commentator Mark Steyn

On Thursday– President Obama’s plan to deliver a speech to public school students on Tuesday set off a revolt among parents.  Join us on Voice of the Nation as we discuss the President’s speech Tuesday, and the public outcry that forced the President to change the content of his comments to our children.

Victory for Parents!– Guests will include concerned parents and teachers, as we discuss why the concerns regarding the President’s speech were valid and how they made their voices heard.

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I Pledge Allegiance to Obama??

I Pledge….

Apparently this video is being shown in schools. That really bothers me because I know my kids love and respect the President of the United States, not because of who he is, but because of his office and the love they have for our nation. To put something like this into the heads of children is not right. It’s seven truths for one black lie. Very twisted.

“Showing the video in a public school is completely inappropriate,” said Jennifer Cieslewicz, whose daughter is a first-grader at the school. “I don’t believe a video such as this that promotes certain values should be shown to elementary students, especially without parents being aware. “

Our pledge should be to the United States of America and to it’s constitution not to it’s president no matter who he is.  It is a lame attempt to give Obama ownership over great ideals and ideas. All those things can be accomplished without Obama.

Yesterday a friend of mine sent me this:

“I had red alarm buttons go off in my mind, when I heard yesterday that Obama was going to address all the children in the nation via TV.  He then is going to have them do a worksheet with their opinions and have it sent to him . I am strictly opposed to this.  I think ‘The Children’s Story’ will tell you just how vulnerable our children are.  He needs to address the adult concerns before he starts influencing children.  I’ve had the “Ladies Home Journal’ article for 40 years and it haunted me then and it haunts me now.  My article is faded and worn but no less poignant.”

It is a little long (4 pages) but is a must read.

–Beetle Blogger

Quote:
“James Clavell, the author of Nobel House and Shogun presents a chilling tale of how patriotism can be reshaped in a person’s (childrens’) mind with a few simple and reasonable explanations.”

The Children’s Story

by James Clavell
The teacher was afraid.

And the children were afraid. All except Johnny. He watched the classroom door with hate. He felt the hatred deep within his stomach. It gave him strength.

It was two minutes to nine.

The teacher glanced numbly from the door and stared at the flag which stood in a corner of the room. But she couldn’t see the flag today. She was blinded by her terror, not only for herself but mostly for them, her children. She had never had children of her own. She had never married.
In the mists of her mind she saw the rows upon rows of children she had taught through her years. Their faces were legion. But she could distinguish no one particular face. Only the same face which varied but slightly. Always the same age or thereabouts. Seven. Perhaps a boy, perhaps a girl. And the face always open and ready for the knowledge that she was to give. The same face staring at her, open, waiting and full of trust.

The children rustled, watching her, wondering what possessed her. They saw not the gray hair and the old eyes and the lined face and the well-worn clothes. They saw only their teacher and the twisting of her hands. Johnny looked away from the door and watched with the other children. He did not understand anything except that the teacher was afraid, and because she was afraid she was making them all worse and he wanted to shout that there was no need to fear. “Just because THEY’VE conquered us there’s no need for panic fear,” Dad had said. “Don’t be afraid, Johnny. If you fear too much, you’ll be dead even though you’re alive.”

The sound of footsteps approached and then stopped. The door opened.

The children gasped. They had expected an ogre or giant or beast or witch or monster – like the outer-space monsters you think about when the lights are out and Mommy and Daddy have kissed you good night and you’re frightened and you put your head under the cover and all at once you’re awake and it’s time for school. But instead of a monster, a beautiful young girl stood in the doorway. Her clothes were neat and clean, all olive green – even her shoes. But most important, she wore a lovely smile, and when she spoke, she spoke without the trace of an accent. The children found this very strange, for THEY were foreigners from a strange country far across the sea. They had all been told about THEM.

“Good morning, children, I’m your new teacher,” the New Teacher said. Then she closed the door softly and walked to the teacher’s desk, and the children in the front row felt and smelled the perfume of her – clean and fresh and young – and as she passed Sandra who sat at the end of the first row she said, “Good morning, Sandra,” and Sandra flushed deeply and wondered, aghast, with all the other children, HOW DID SHE KNOW MY NAME? and her heart raced in her chest and made it feel tight and very heavy.

The teacher got up shakily. “I, er, I – good morning.” Her words were faltering. She, too, was trying to get over the shock. And nausea.

“Hello, Miss Worden,” the New Teacher said. “I’m taking over your class now. You are to go to the principal’s office.”
“Why? What’s going to happen to me? What’s going to happen to my children?” The words gushed from Miss Worden, and a lank piece of hair fell into her eyes. The children were agonized by the cut to her voice, and one or two of them felt the edge of tears.
“He just wants to talk to you, Miss Worden,” the New Teacher said gently. “You really must take better care of yourself. You shouldn’t be so upset.”
Miss Worden saw the New Teacher’s smile but she wasn’t touched by its compassion. She tried to stop her knees from shaking. “Good-bye, children,” she said. The Children made no reply. they were too terrified by the sound of her voice and the tears that wet her face. And because she was crying, some of the children cried, and Sandra fled to her.

The New Teacher shut the door behind Miss Worden and turned back into the room, cradling Sandra in her arms. “Children, children, there’s no need to cry!” she said. “I know, I’ll sing you a song! Listen!”

And she sat down on the floor as gracefully as an angel, Sandra in her arms, and she began to sing and the children stopped crying because Miss Worden never, never sang to them and certainly never sat on the floor, which is the best place to sit, as everyone in the class knew. They listened spellbound to the happy lilt of the New Teacher’s voice and to the strange words of a strange tongue which soared and dipped like the sea of grass that was the birthplace of the song. It was a child’s song, and it soothed them, and after she had sung the first chorus the New Teacher told them the story of the song.
It was about two children who had lost their way and were all alone in the great grass prairies and were afraid, but they met a fine man riding a fine horse and the man told them that there was never a need to be afraid, for all they had to do was the watch the stars and the stars would tell them where their home was.
“For once you know the right direction, then there’s never a need to be afraid. Fear is something that comes from inside, from inside your tummies,” the New Teacher said radiantly, “and good strong children like you have to put food in your tummies. Not fear.”

The children thought about this and it seemed very sensible. The New Teacher sang the song again, and soon all the children were happy and calm once more. Except Johnny. He hated her even though he knew she was right about fear.

“Now,” said the New Teacher, “what shall we do? I know, we’ll play a game. I’ll try and guess your names!”
The children, wide-eyed, shifted in their seats. Miss Worden never did this, and often she called a child by another’s name. THE NEW TEACHER’LL NEVER KNOW ALL OUR NAMES! NEVER! they thought. So they waited excitedly while the New Teacher turned her attention to Sandra. Oh, yes, somehow she already knew Sandra’s name, but how could she possibly know everyone’s? They waited, glad that they were going to catch out the New Teacher.
But they were not to catch her out. The New Teacher remembered every name.

Johnny put up his hand. “How’d you know our names? I mean, well, we haven’t had a roll call or anything, so how’d you know our names?”
“That’s easy, Johnny,” the New Teacher said. “You all sit in the same places every day. Each desk has one pupil. So I learned your names from a list. I had to work for three whole days to remember your names. A teacher must work very hard to be a good teacher, and so I worked for three days so that I could know each of you the first day. That’s very important, don’t you think, for a teacher to work hard?”

Johnny frowned and half-nodded and sat down and wondered why he hadn’t figured that out for himself before asking, astonished that she had worked three days just to know everyone the first day. But still he hated her.
“Johnny. Would you tell me something, please? How do you start school? I mean what do you do to begin with?”
Johnny stood reluctantly. “We first pledge allegiance and then we sing the song -”
“Yes, but that’s all after roll call,” Sandra said, “You forgot roll call.
“Yes, You forgot roll call, Johnny,” Mary said.
“First we have roll call,” Johnny said. Then he sat down.
The New Teacher smiled. “All right. but we really don’t need roll call. I know all your names and I know everyone’s here. It’s very lazy for a teacher not to know who’s here and who isn’t, don’t you think? After all, a teacher should KNOW. So we don’t need roll call while I’m your teacher. So we should pledge, isn’t that next?”

Obediently all the children got up and put their hands on their hearts and the New Teacher did the same, and they began in unison, ‘I pledge allegiance to the flag of -”
“Just a moment,” the New Teacher said. “What does PLEDGE mean?”

The children stood openmouthed; Miss Worden had never interrupted them before. They stood and stared at the New Teacher. Wordless. And silent.

“What does ALLEGIANCE mean?” The New Teacher asked, her hand over her heart.

The children stood in silence. Then Mary put up her hand. “Well, PLEDGE is, ah, well, something like – sort of when you want to do something very good. You sort of pledge you’re going to do something like not suck your thumb ’cause that makes your teeth bend and you’ll have to wear a brace and go to the dentist, which hurts.”
“That’s very good, Mary. Very, very good. To pledge means to promise. And ALLEGIANCE?”
Mary shrugged helplessly and looked at her best friend, Hilda, who looked back at her and then at the teacher and shrugged helplessly too.

The New Teacher waited, and the silence hung in the room, hurting. then she said, “I think it’s quite wrong for you to have to say something with long words in it if you don’t understand what you’re saying.”

So the children sat down and waited expectantly.
“What did your other teacher tell you that it meant?”
After a long silence Danny put up his hand. “She never said nothing, miss.”

One of my teachers at the other school I went to before this one,” Joan said in a rush, “well, she sort of said what it all meant, at least she said some thing about it just before recess one day and then the bell went and afterwards we had spellin’.”
Danny said, “Miss Worden – well, she never told us. We just hadta learn it and then say it, that’s all. Our real teacher didn’t say anything at all.”
All the children nodded. Then they waited again.
“Your teacher never explained to you?” All the children shook their heads.

“I don’t think that was very good. Not to explain. You can always ask me anything. That’s what a real teacher should do.” Then the New Teacher said, “But didn’t you ask your daddies and mommies?”
“Not about ‘I pledge.’ We just hadta learn it,” Mary said. “Once I could say it, Daddy gave me a nickel for saying it good.”
“That’s right,” Danny said. “So long as you could say it all, it was very good. But I never got no nickel.”
“Did you ask each other what it meant?”
“I askt Danny once and he didn’t know and none of knowed really. It’s grown-up talk, and grown-ups talk that sort of words. We just havta learn it.”

“The other schools I went to,” Hilda said, “they never said anything about it. They just wanted us to learn it. They didn’t ask us what it meant. We just hadta say it every day before we started school.”
“It took me weeks and weeks and weeks to say it right,” Mary said.
So the New Teacher explained what allegiance meant. ” …so you are promising or pledging support to the flag and saying that it is much more important than YOU are. How can a flag be more important than a real live person?”
Johnny broke the silence. “But the next thing is – well, where it says ‘and to the republic for which it stands.’ That means it’s like a, like a…” He searched for the word and could not find it. “Like well, sort of a sign, isn’t it?”
“Yes. The real word is a SYMBOL.” The New Teacher frowned. “But we don’t need a sign to remind us that we love our country, do we? You’re all good boys and girls. Do you need a sign to remind you?”
“What’s REMIND mean?” Mary asked.
“It means to make you remember. To make you remember that you’re all good boys and girls.”
The children thought about this and shook their heads.

Johnny put up his hand. “It’s our flag,” he said fiercely. “We always pledge.”
“Yes,” the New Teacher said. “It is a very pretty one. She looked at it a moment and then said, “I wish I could have a piece of it. If it’s so important, I think we should all have a piece of it. Don’t you?”
“I’ve a little one at home,” Mary said. “I could bring it tomorrow.”
“Thank you, Mary dear, but I just wanted a little piece of this one because it’s our own special classroom one.”
Then Danny said, “If we had some scissors we could cut a little piece off.”
“I’ve some scissors at home, Mary said.

“There’s some in Miss Worden’s desk,” Brian said.

The New Teacher found the scissors and then they had to decide who would be allowed to cut a little piece off, and the New Teacher said that because today was Mary’s birthday (HOW DID YOU KNOW THAT?) Mary asked herself, awed) Mary should be allowed to cut the piece off. And then they decided it would be very nice if they all had a piece. The flag is special, they thought, so if you have a piece, that’s better than having just to look at it, ’cause you can keep it in your pocket.
So the flag was cut up by the children and they were very proud that they each had a piece. But now the flagpole was bare and strange.
And useless.

The children pondered what to do with it, and the idea that pleased them most was to push it out of the window. They watched excitedly as the New Teacher opened the window and allowed them to throw it into the playground. They shrieked with excitement as they saw it bounce on the ground and lie there. They began to love this strange New Teacher.

When they were all back in their seats the new Teacher said, “Well, before we start our lessons, perhaps there are some questions you want me to answer. Ask me anything you like. That’s only fair, isn’t it, if I ask you questions?”
Mary said, after a silence, “We never got to ask our real teacher ANY questions.”
“You can always ask me anything. That ‘ 8 the fair way. The new way. Try me.”
“What’s your name?” Danny asked.
She told them her name, and it sounded pretty.
Mary put up her hand. “Why do you wear those clothes? Well, it’s like a sort of uniform nurses wear.”
“We think that teachers should be dressed the same. Then you always know a teacher. It’s nice and light and easy to iron. Do you like the color?”
“Oh, yes,” Mary said. “You’ve got green eyes too.
“If you like, children, as a very special surprise, you can all have this sort of uniform. Then you won’t have to worry about what you have to wear to school every day. And you’ll all be the same.”
The children twisted excitedly in their seats. Mary said, “But it’ll cost a lot, and my momma won’t want to spend the money ’cause we have to buy food and food is expen– Well, it sort of costs a lot of money.”
“They will be given to you. As a present. There’s no need to worry about money.”
Johnny said, “I don’t want to be dressed like that.”
“You don’t have to accept a present, Johnny. Just because the other children want to wear new clothes, you don’t have to,” the new Teacher said.

Johnny slunk back in his chair. I’M NEVER GOING TO WEAR THEIR CLOTHES, he said to himself. I DON’T CARE IF I’M GOING TO LOOK DIFFERENT FROM DANNY AND TOM AND FRED.

Then Mary asked, “Why was our teacher crying?”
“I suppose she was just tired and needed a rest. She’s going to have a long rest.” She smiled at them. “We think teachers should be young. I’m nineteen.”
“Is the war over now?” Danny asked.
“Yes, Danny, isn’t that wonderful! Now all your daddies will be home soon.”

“Did we win or did we lose?” Mary asked.
“We – that’s you and I and all of us – WE won.”

“Oh!”
The children sat back happily.
Then Johnny’s hatred burst. “Where’s my dad? What’ve you done to my dad? Where’s my dad?”

The New Teacher got up from her seat and walked the length of the room and the children’s eyes followed her, and Johnny stood, knees of jelly. She sat down on his seat and put her hands on his shoulders, and his shoulders were shaking like his knees.
“He’s going to a school. Some grown-ups have to go to school as well as children.”

“But they took him away and he didn’t want to go.” Johnny felt the tears close and he fought them back.
The New Teacher touched him gently, and he smelled the youth and cleanness of her, and it was not the smell of home which was sour and just a little dirty. He’s no different from all of you. YOU sometimes don’t want to go to school. With grown-ups it’s the same – just the same as children. Would you like to visit him? He has a holiday in a few days.”
“Momma said that Dad’s gone away forever!” Johnny stared at her incredulously. “He has a holiday?”
The New Teacher laughed. “She’s wrong, Johnny. After all, everyone who goes to school has holidays. That’s fair, isn’t it?”
The children shifted and rustled and watched. And Johnny said, “I can see him?”
“Of course. Your daddy just has to go back to school a little. He had some strange thoughts, and he wanted other grown-ups to believe them. It’s not right to want others to believe wrong thoughts, is it?”
“Well, no, I suppose not. But my dad never thought nothing bad.”
“Of course, Johnny. I said WRONG thoughts — not BAD thoughts. There’s nothing wrong with that. But it’s right to show grown-ups right thoughts when they’re wrong, isn’t it?”
“Well, yes,” Johnny said. “But what wrong thoughts did he have?”
“Just some grown-up thoughts that are old-fashioned. We’re going to learn all about them in class. Then we can share knowledge, and I can learn from you as you will learn from me. Shall we?”
“All right.” Johnny stared at her, perplexed. “My dad couldn’t have wrong thoughts. He just couldn’t….

Could he?”

“Well, perhaps sometime when you wanted to talk about something very important to your dad, perhaps he said, ‘Not now, Johnny, I’m busy,’ or, ‘We’ll talk about that tomorrow.’ That’s a bad thought — not to give you time when it’s important. Isn’t it?”
“Sure. but that’s what all grown-ups do.”
“My momma says that all the time,” Mary said.
And the other children nodded, and they wondered if all their parents should go back to school and unlearn bad thoughts.

“Sit down, Johnny, and we’ll start learning good things and not worry about grown-up bad thoughts. Oh, yes,” she said when she sat down at her seat again, brimming with happiness, “I have a lovely surprise for you. You’re all going to stay overnight with us. We have a lovely room with beds and lots of food, and we’ll all tell stories and have such a lovely time.”
“Oh, good,” the children said.
“Can I stay up till eight o’clock?” Mary asked breathlessly.
“Well, as it’s our first new day, we’ll all stay up to eight-thirty. But only if you promise to go right to sleep afterward.”

The children all promised. They were very happy. Jenny said, “But first we got to say our prayers. Before we go to sleep.”
The new Teacher smiled at her. “Of course. Perhaps we should say a prayer now. In some schools that’s a custom too.” She thought a moment and the faces watched her. Then she said, “let’s pray. But let’s pray for something very good. What should we pray for?”
“Bless Momma and Daddy.” Danny said immediately.
“That’s a good idea, Danny. I have one. Let’s pray for candy. That’s a good idea, isn’t it?”
They all nodded happily.
So, following their New Teacher, they all closed their eyes and steepled their hands together, and they prayed with her for candy.
The New Teacher opened her eyes and looked around disappointedly. “but where’s our candy. God is all-seeing and everywhere, and if we pray, He answers our prayers. Isn’t that true.?”
“I prayed for a puppy of my own lots of times, but I never got one,” Danny said.
“Maybe we didn’t pray hard enough. Perhaps we should kneel down like it’ 8 done in church.
So the new Teacher knelt and all the children knelt and they prayed very, very hard. But there was still no candy.

Because the New Teacher was disappointed, the children were very disappointed. Then she said, “perhaps

we’re using the wrong name.” She thought a moment and then said, “instead of saying ‘God,’ let’s say ‘Our Leader.’ Let’s pray to Our Leader for candy. Let’s pray very hard and don’t open your eyes till I say.”
So the children shut their eyes tightly and prayed very hard, and as they prayed, the New Teacher took out some candy from her pocket and quietly put a piece on each child’s desk. She did not notice Johnny — alone of all the children — watching her through his half-closed eyes.
She went softly back to her desk and the prayer ended, and the children opened their eyes and they stared at the candy and they were overjoyed.
“I’m going to pray to Our Leader every time,” Mary said excitedly.
“Me too,” Hilda said. “Could we eat Our Leader’s candy now, teacher?”
“Oh, let’s, please, please, please.”
“So Our Leader answered your prayers, didn’t he?”
“I saw you put the candy on our desks!” Johnny burst out. “I SAW YOU… I didn’t close my eyes, and I saw you. You had ’em in your pocket. We didn’t get them with praying. YOU put them there.”
All the children, appalled, stared at him and then at their New Teacher. She stood at the front of the class and looked back at Johnny and then at all of them.

“Yes, Johnny, you’re quite right. You’re a very, very wise boy. Children, I put the candy on your desks. So you know that it doesn’t matter whom you ask, whom you shut your eyes and ‘pray’ to — to God or anyone, even Our Leader -no one will give you anything. Only another human being.” She looked at Danny. “God didn’t give you the puppy you wanted. But if you work hard, I will. Only I or someone like me can GIVE you things. Praying to God or anything or anyone for something is a waste of time.”
“Then we don’t say prayers? We’re not supposed to say prayers?”
The puzzled children watched her.
“You can if you want to, children. If your daddies and mommies want you to. But we know, you and I that it means nothing. That’s our secret.”
“My dad says it’s wrong to have secrets from him.”
“But he has secrets that he shares with your mommy and not with you, doesn’t he?”
All the children nodded.
“Then it’s not wrong for us to have a few secrets from them. Is it?”
“I like having secrets. Hilda and me have lots of secrets.” Mary said.
The New Teacher said, “We’re going -to have lots of wonderful secrets together. You can eat your candy if you want to. And because Johnny was especially clever, I think we should make him monitor for the whole week, don’t you?”

They all nodded happily and popped the candy into their mouths and chewed gloriously. Johnny was very proud as he chewed his candy, he decided that he liked his teacher very much. Because she told the truth. Because she was right about fear. Because she was right about God. He’d prayed many times for many things and never got them, and even the one time he did get the skates, he knew his dad had heard him and had put them under his bed for his birthday and pretended he hadn’t heard him. I ALWAYS WONDERED WHY HE DIDN’T LISTEN, AND ALL THE TIME HE WASN’T THERE, he thought.

Johnny sat back contentedly, resolved to work hard and listen and not to have wrong thoughts like Dad.

The teacher waited for them to finish their candy. This was what she had been trained for, and she knew that she would teach her children well and that they would grow up to be good citizens. She looked out of the window, at the sun over the land. It was a good land, and vast. A land to breathe in. But she was warmed not by the sun but by the thought that throughout the school and throughout the land all children, all men and all women were being taught with the same faith, with variations of the same procedures. Each according to his age group. Each according to his need.
She glanced at her watch….

It was 9:23.

Nationalized Healthcare? Not So Sure

Say It Sarah!

As more Americans delve into the disturbing details of the nationalized health care plan that the current administration is rushing through Congress, our collective jaw is dropping, and we’re saying not just no, but hell no!

The Democrats promise that a government health care system will reduce the cost of health care, but as the economist Thomas Sowell has pointed out, government health care will not reduce the cost; it will simply refuse to pay the cost. And who will suffer the most when they ration care? The sick, the elderly, and the disabled, of course. The America I know and love is not one in which my parents or my baby with Down Syndrome will have to stand in front of Obama’s “death panel” so his bureaucrats can decide, based on a subjective judgment of their “level of productivity in society,” whether they are worthy of health care. Such a system is downright evil.

Health care by definition involves life and death decisions. Human rights and human dignity must be at the center of any health care discussion.

Rep. Michele Bachmann highlighted the Orwellian thinking of the president’s health care advisor, Dr. Ezekiel Emanuel, the brother of the White House chief of staff, in a floor speech to the House of Representatives. I commend her for being a voice for the most precious members of our society, our children and our seniors.

We must step up and engage in this most crucial debate. Nationalizing our health care system is a point of no return for government interference in the lives of its citizens. If we go down this path, there will be no turning back. Ronald Reagan once wrote, “Government programs, once launched, never disappear. Actually, a government bureau is the nearest thing to eternal life we’ll ever see on this earth.” Let’s stop and think and make our voices heard before it’s too late.

– Sarah Palin

Rep. Bachmann’s speech can be viewed here:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5CHBvKGmevI

Yes We Can—Be A Communist Nation?

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Yes We Can–Be A Communist Nation?

Communist?  Think that’s too strong a word?  Even the Russians are sitting up and taking notice of what is happening to our country.  Communism?  They know it when they see it.  They’ve lived it.

We’re barely six months into the first term of a new presidency.  Six months, and look what has happened to us.  The government has expanded and grown, tentacles reaching into private business.  Redistributing wealth with incredible taxation, enslaving the nation with unsustainable debt….or how about the GM take over? General Motors? Now it’s Government Motors.

See this from our friends across the red sea at Pravada, a Russian Magazine:

It must be said, that like the breaking of a great dam, the American decent into Marxism is happening with breath taking speed, against the back drop of a passive, hapless sheeple, excuse me dear reader, I meant people.

“The proud American will go down into his slavery with out a fight, beating his chest and proclaiming to the world, how free he really is. The world will only snicker.”

Even the Russians know what this is, and it isn’t freedom.  The President of the United States now has the self appointed power to hire and fire us from our jobs.  Build them up or destroy them according to whim.

The Democrat controlled Congress is working on passing a new regulation that would give the American Treasury department the power to set “fair” maximum salaries, evaluate performance and control how private companies give out pay raises and bonuses

This is not the change America needs.  Stand Up!  Make a noise!  Had enough?  I have!

Are you ready for yours? http://www.teapartyday.com/

—Beetle Blogger

American capitalism gone with a whimper—From a Russian Column at Pravada:

It must be said, that like the breaking of a great dam, the American decent into Marxism is happening with breath taking speed, against the back drop of a passive, hapless sheeple, excuse me dear reader, I meant people.

True, the situation has been well prepared on and off for the past century, especially the past twenty years. The initial testing grounds was conducted upon our Holy Russia and a bloody test it was. But we Russians would not just roll over and give up our freedoms and our souls, no matter how much money Wall Street poured into the fists of the Marxists.

Those lessons were taken and used to properly prepare the American populace for the surrender of their freedoms and souls, to the whims of their elites and betters.

First, the population was dumbed down through a politicized and substandard education system based on pop culture, rather then the classics. Americans know more about their favorite TV dramas then the drama in DC that directly affects their lives. They care more for their “right” to choke down a McDonalds burger or a BurgerKing burger than for their constitutional rights. Then they turn around and lecture us about our rights and about our “democracy”. Pride blind the foolish.

Then their faith in God was destroyed, until their churches, all tens of thousands of different “branches and denominations” were for the most part little more then Sunday circuses and their televangelists and top protestant mega preachers were more then happy to sell out their souls and flocks to be on the “winning” side of one pseudo Marxist politician or another. Their flocks may complain, but when explained that they would be on the “winning” side, their flocks were ever so quick to reject Christ in hopes for earthly power. Even our Holy Orthodox churches are scandalously liberalized in America.

The final collapse has come with the election of Barack Obama. His speed in the past three months has been truly impressive. His spending and money printing has been a record setting, not just in America’s short history but in the world. If this keeps up for more then another year, and there is no sign that it will not, America at best will resemble the Wiemar Republic and at worst Zimbabwe.

These past two weeks have been the most breath taking of all. First came the announcement of a planned redesign of the American Byzantine tax system, by the very thieves who used it to bankroll their thefts, loses and swindles of hundreds of billions of dollars. These make our Russian oligarchs look little more then ordinary street thugs, in comparison. Yes, the Americans have beat our own thieves in the shear volumes. Should we congratulate them?

These men, of course, are not an elected panel but made up of appointees picked from the very financial oligarchs and their henchmen who are now gorging themselves on trillions of American dollars, in one bailout after another. They are also usurping the rights, duties and powers of the American congress (parliament). Again, congress has put up little more then a whimper to their masters.

Then came Barack Obama’s command that GM’s (General Motor) president step down from leadership of his company. That is correct, dear reader, in the land of “pure” free markets, the American president now has the power, the self given power, to fire CEOs and we can assume other employees of private companies, at will. Come hither, go dither, the centurion commands his minions.

So it should be no surprise, that the American president has followed this up with a “bold” move of declaring that he and another group of unelected, chosen stooges will now redesign the entire automotive industry and will even be the guarantee of automobile policies. I am sure that if given the chance, they would happily try and redesign it for the whole of the world, too. Prime Minister Putin, less then two months ago, warned Obama and UK’s Blair, not to follow the path to Marxism, it only leads to disaster. Apparently, even though we suffered 70 years of this Western sponsored horror show, we know nothing, as foolish, drunken Russians, so let our “wise” Anglo-Saxon fools find out the folly of their own pride.

Again, the American public has taken this with barely a whimper…but a “freeman” whimper.

So, should it be any surprise to discover that the Democratically controlled Congress of America is working on passing a new regulation that would give the American Treasury department the power to set “fair” maximum salaries, evaluate performance and control how private companies give out pay raises and bonuses? Senator Barney Franks, a social pervert basking in his homosexuality (of course, amongst the modern, enlightened American societal norm, as well as that of the general West, homosexuality is not only not a looked down upon life choice, but is often praised as a virtue) and his Marxist enlightenment, has led this effort. He stresses that this only affects companies that receive government monies, but it is retroactive and taken to a logical extreme, this would include any company or industry that has ever received a tax break or incentive.

The Russian owners of American companies and industries should look thoughtfully at this and the option of closing their facilities down and fleeing the land of the Red as fast as possible. In other words, divest while there is still value left.

The proud American will go down into his slavery with out a fight, beating his chest and proclaiming to the world, how free he really is. The world will only snicker.

Stanislav Mishin

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