Jesus said:
“Render unto Caesar the things which are Caesar’s, and unto God the things that are God’s”
Thereby effectively separating the Church from the State.
But Jesus doesn't stop there:
“If you were of the world, the world would love it’s own: but because you are not of the world, but I have chosen you out of the world, therefore the world hates you. Remember the word that I said unto you, the servant is not greater than his Master. If they have persecuted Me, they will also persecute you; if they have kept My saying, they will keep yours also.” (John 15:19-20)
Jesus separates his followers from the World! The separation of Church and Planet. That's crazy, amiright?
Islam, on the other hand seems ONLY concerned with the position of itself int he world and among this planet's governments:
“You are the best community evolved for mankind, enjoining what is right and forbidding what is wrong” (3:110).
Sorry about the annoying digitized voice, just mute it and read the whole thing!
Is Islam a religion? Sure it is, but it is a religion that demands all nations bow before it and that it's people be in charge over all the nations.
Hmm. If Islam's religious duties and political aspirations are entwined, I think we have a serious Constitutional problem here. So much for exercising constitutional rights to build a mosque (and yes, it IS a mosque) at Ground Zero in N.Y. (And yes, it IS at Ground Zero). While Christian clergy are ambassadors for an other-worldly power, the very presence of Muslim clergy on American soil is an apparent violation of the United States Constitution.
Links for reading what "moderate" Muslim scholars say about the separation of Church and State:
An FAQ on Islam
Separation Of Church And State (Secularism)
A ProCon wishy-washy fest.
EDIT: I Just ran across this article today...he says EXACTLY what I'm saying about half way through the interview...ah the collective brain is a hummin! A quote from the interview:
We need to remember that Islam is not a religion, but a totalitarian way of life with a religious component. Yet we protect the entire thing under the first amendment. Stop and think about it. Islam is a legal system, a political system, a financial system, a dress code, a moral code, and a social structure, yet we protect it as a first amendment issue. That’s our fundamental mistake.
That's all.
Sunday, August 22, 2010
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
Grind Zero or Suspicious Packages?
Alright, help me out! Which name should we use for it?
What name should Greg call his new Ground Zero gay bar?
Monday, August 9, 2010
The things we say
So...I made a list over the last week of all the things I say to my 2-year-old daughter, and here are the top ten. I tried to make this as scientific as possible...for whatever that's worth. Unbelievable, how little imagination I have:
10. You need to eat that.
9. O.K. (TIE)
9. Be nice (or some form of this) (TIE)
8. You have your own bed; you should sleep in it.
7. Let's go!
6. Do you need to go?
5. Are you going to go or not?
4. Sometimes...I like to eat people!
3. Goodnight.
2. Booboo bear!
1. No.
Freud was right.
10. You need to eat that.
9. O.K. (TIE)
9. Be nice (or some form of this) (TIE)
8. You have your own bed; you should sleep in it.
7. Let's go!
6. Do you need to go?
5. Are you going to go or not?
4. Sometimes...I like to eat people!
3. Goodnight.
2. Booboo bear!
1. No.
Freud was right.
Thursday, August 5, 2010
Lawrence becomes first ever Libertarian to champion "fusion-lite"
As a result of last month's Independent Party primary, Jeff Lawrence (LBT, district 3) became the state's first ever Libertarian to carry a second party's flag into the summer campaign season. Lawrence defeated Michael Meo (PGP) in the runoff. This victory for Lawrence means he will have both the Libertarian and the Independent tags next to his name on this fall's voter pamphlet--an advent made possible by a recent ruling in Oregon sometimes referred to as "fusion-lite".READ THE FULL ARTICLE HERE
Friday, July 30, 2010
Three Little Pigs in America
One day, three young pig brothers from humble beginnings decided it was time to leave and seek their fortunes in the world. And, thinking they had been educated in the best education system in the world, with the best standard of living and with an unsurpassed level of freedom, they set out in different directions to make their marks.
The first little pig was the nicest little fellow you could ever want to meet. Unfortunately, this little pig had somehow fallen through the cracks of the porcine education system and had no clue how to go about starting a life for himself. For a while he joined up with a troupe of traveling flute-playing pigs, but that didn't work out after they infuriated a crowd of Alaskan Mamma Bears. After his narrow escape from that fiasco, he decided he needed help getting settled into a real life and went to the hogs over at the Bureau for the Welfare of Pigs. They set him up with a house--not a great house, it was made out of straw--and a cushy little stipend in order to tide him over until he could figure things out on his own. Every once in a while he took a part-time or temporary job, but nothing ever lasted. His heart wasn't in it. And besides, when he didn't work, he got paid more by the BWP and he didn't have to do anything except have his friend fill out some paperwork for him (he couldn't read very well, even though he graduated from high school). He wasn't happy, per se, but he was glad enough that he had finally "made it" in the world.
The second little pig was a bit more motivated than the first. But luck and time weren't as kind to this little porker as he had hoped. Things weren't bad--far from it--but he knew they could be better. He bought a wooden house, got a job and climbed the ladder, as it were, before hitting the eventual middle-class ceiling. Investment! He thought. That's how I can get ahead. And he did--for a while, anyway. But that's where luck came into play--the bad kind of luck, almost the worst kind. All's not lost, he told himself reassuringly, but he was kidding himself and in his mind fear and uncertainty festered. Eventually, he took out a second mortgage on the stick house. "Don't worry" the banker told him "You'll be fine. And besides, the law requires me to grant you this loan." Well, he wasn't fine. He lost the job he had for almost 10 years and money became as scarce as caviar suet. He tried to keep his chin up. But the bankers were calling and time...well time does what it does: it runs out.
The third little pig was a merry good fellow. And why wouldn't he be? He was a success! He started out slow, yeah, but hard work and resiliency were finally starting to pay off. Sure, he'd had his share of failures...big ones! That's what he learned through life in the world: big risks lead to colossal rewards as well as titanic failures. But nothing stopped him. He tried and tried and tried. After about ten years of trying, he felt as if he'd finally beaten the game. He built himself his dream house in the Hamptons. It was a solid, beautiful, brick structure complete with all the modern amenities...including a hot tub, a Foosball table and yeah, a fireplace. You could say life was good for pig number three, but it wasn't done. Not by a long shot. The third pig was a benevolent character, you know, he offered money and even a job to the second little pig, but was refused. Pride maybe? Thought the third little pig. Well, that can be a good thing, I guess. He offered money and a job to the first little pig as well. The first little pig took the money and said he'd take the job "next week". It was always "next week". At any rate, the third little pig had done well in the world.
Suffice it to say, one day about ten years after the pigs had left to enter the world, a stranger came into town: The Big, Bad Wolf.
He stopped first at the straw house and called out its inhabitant.
"Little pig, little pig, let me come in!"
"No fucking way!" Replied the first little pig.
"Little pig, don't worry! I'm not here to eat you! I see your plight, and the plight of others like you and I'm here to help you foster in an era of fundamental transformation of this society!"
There was a slight pause--long enough for an eye to be batted. And then...
"In that case...OK!"
And the first little pig came out to meet the wolf.
Then the wolf took the first little pig and arm-in-arm they marched down the street to the second little pig's house of sticks (which was kind of falling apart at this point).
"Little pig, little pig let us come in!" They yelled.
"Brother?" Replied the second little pig in a whimper, "What are you doing with that wolf?"
"Fear not my brother! We're working together for the greater good!"
"Well...I don't know..." The second little pig was a bit apprehensive--until the wolf started speaking.
"Little pig! You are oppressed! You are a victim of a society that harms you! Why, look at your brother's house down the street! It is plush and solid and he has Foosball for crying out loud! It's not your fault he got lucky and you struck out! Some of that should be yours!"
And that was all it took. Now all three were marching in the street toward the third pig's house.
When they got there, they had somehow acquired pitchforks and torches (I dunno...it's a fairy tale, these things happen). And they stood in the yard of the third little pig chanting and yelling for him to come out. Well, the third little pig was no dummy. He knew what was happening. Time to pay the piper--and after all he'd done to try to help these little hogs. One thing was for sure: he wasn't going without a fight. So when they yelled:
"Little pig, little pig, let us come in!"
He did nothing.
That's right, he ignored them. They'll go away after they grow tired of trying to blow this house down. Sure, he looked at the gun closet and thought about opening it and pulling out his threaded barreled, semi-automatic AR-15 carbine with flash suppressor and laser sight to make pork chops out of his brothers, but he declined. They'll come to their senses and go away.
But they did not go away. The grew louder and more obnoxious. Finally, at about three o'clock in the morning, the third little pig had to respond. He opened his bedroom window and looked down on the trespassers
"What exactly is it you want?" He asked them
"We want justice!" Blurted out one of his brothers--but the wolf silenced him with a wave.
"Little pig, little pig, let us come in." Said the wolf, calmly.
"Not by the hair of my chinny chin chin." Came the melodic reply.
"Then we'll huff and we'll--" The wolf stopped mid-sentence...
"Then we'll huff and we'll--hang on a second." The wolf reached into a sack attached to a stick he'd been carrying around and pulled out two teleprompters on stands (don't ask how they fit in the sack--it's STILL a fairy tale...)
The third little pig rolled his eyes, rested his weary piggy face on his little piggy hand and waited for the wolf to set up his get up.
"Ahem." The wolf cleared his throat before continuing. "Then we'll huff and we'll puff and we'll-"
"Blow my house in?" The third pig interjected sleepily. "I've heard it all before."
Well, this interruption infuriated the wolf who had known all along that they could never get that third little pig out of the house to join their crusade.
"That's it fellas." He said to his portly cohorts. "On the roof! We're goin' in!"
And up they went. The third little pig, fearing for his life, quickly lit a fire in the fireplace and stoked it as hot as it could get, just in case they tried to come down the chimney--which they eventually did. Down they came, all at once. Blam, Blam, Blam! The wolf seized the third little pig before he could reach his gun. The first little pig shook his fist and yelled angry things at his more successful brother. The second little pig made no noise at all. He was dead. Burned up in the boiling hot water in the kettle. "I smell dinner!" Yelled the Big bad wolf. "Yum!"
The first and third little pig sat there, dejected, as the Big Bad Wolf finished his meal. The first little pig knew he had been "snookered". The third little pig was just plain saddened.
"Alright, that's enough of this sulking around." Said the wolf to the third little pig. "Get outta here, go live in your brothers wooden house. And be happy I don't eat you, too." The third little pig moped slowly out of the house he had built and headed for the stick house of his brother.
"What about me?" said the first little pig with a smile. Certainly he expected to get something out of this.
"You?" asked the wolf snarkily while wiping his furry chin with the tablecloth. "You get outta here, you get NOTHING!" The wolf yelled the last word so loudly, the furniture in the house vibrated and slid across the floor.
"Nothing?" The first little pig asked timidly.
"Well..." Thought the wolf momentarily, "alright, take the Foosball table."
And so the first little pig dragged the table down the street, past the dying flames of torches, past the disheveled third brother who stared at him with sad eyes from the stick house and then finally, to the straw house, where he would live out his days, betrayed, victimized and ostracized.
But hey, Foosball's fun, right?
The first little pig was the nicest little fellow you could ever want to meet. Unfortunately, this little pig had somehow fallen through the cracks of the porcine education system and had no clue how to go about starting a life for himself. For a while he joined up with a troupe of traveling flute-playing pigs, but that didn't work out after they infuriated a crowd of Alaskan Mamma Bears. After his narrow escape from that fiasco, he decided he needed help getting settled into a real life and went to the hogs over at the Bureau for the Welfare of Pigs. They set him up with a house--not a great house, it was made out of straw--and a cushy little stipend in order to tide him over until he could figure things out on his own. Every once in a while he took a part-time or temporary job, but nothing ever lasted. His heart wasn't in it. And besides, when he didn't work, he got paid more by the BWP and he didn't have to do anything except have his friend fill out some paperwork for him (he couldn't read very well, even though he graduated from high school). He wasn't happy, per se, but he was glad enough that he had finally "made it" in the world.
The second little pig was a bit more motivated than the first. But luck and time weren't as kind to this little porker as he had hoped. Things weren't bad--far from it--but he knew they could be better. He bought a wooden house, got a job and climbed the ladder, as it were, before hitting the eventual middle-class ceiling. Investment! He thought. That's how I can get ahead. And he did--for a while, anyway. But that's where luck came into play--the bad kind of luck, almost the worst kind. All's not lost, he told himself reassuringly, but he was kidding himself and in his mind fear and uncertainty festered. Eventually, he took out a second mortgage on the stick house. "Don't worry" the banker told him "You'll be fine. And besides, the law requires me to grant you this loan." Well, he wasn't fine. He lost the job he had for almost 10 years and money became as scarce as caviar suet. He tried to keep his chin up. But the bankers were calling and time...well time does what it does: it runs out.
The third little pig was a merry good fellow. And why wouldn't he be? He was a success! He started out slow, yeah, but hard work and resiliency were finally starting to pay off. Sure, he'd had his share of failures...big ones! That's what he learned through life in the world: big risks lead to colossal rewards as well as titanic failures. But nothing stopped him. He tried and tried and tried. After about ten years of trying, he felt as if he'd finally beaten the game. He built himself his dream house in the Hamptons. It was a solid, beautiful, brick structure complete with all the modern amenities...including a hot tub, a Foosball table and yeah, a fireplace. You could say life was good for pig number three, but it wasn't done. Not by a long shot. The third pig was a benevolent character, you know, he offered money and even a job to the second little pig, but was refused. Pride maybe? Thought the third little pig. Well, that can be a good thing, I guess. He offered money and a job to the first little pig as well. The first little pig took the money and said he'd take the job "next week". It was always "next week". At any rate, the third little pig had done well in the world.
Suffice it to say, one day about ten years after the pigs had left to enter the world, a stranger came into town: The Big, Bad Wolf.
He stopped first at the straw house and called out its inhabitant.
"Little pig, little pig, let me come in!"
"No fucking way!" Replied the first little pig.
"Little pig, don't worry! I'm not here to eat you! I see your plight, and the plight of others like you and I'm here to help you foster in an era of fundamental transformation of this society!"
There was a slight pause--long enough for an eye to be batted. And then...
"In that case...OK!"
And the first little pig came out to meet the wolf.
Then the wolf took the first little pig and arm-in-arm they marched down the street to the second little pig's house of sticks (which was kind of falling apart at this point).
"Little pig, little pig let us come in!" They yelled.
"Brother?" Replied the second little pig in a whimper, "What are you doing with that wolf?"
"Fear not my brother! We're working together for the greater good!"
"Well...I don't know..." The second little pig was a bit apprehensive--until the wolf started speaking.
"Little pig! You are oppressed! You are a victim of a society that harms you! Why, look at your brother's house down the street! It is plush and solid and he has Foosball for crying out loud! It's not your fault he got lucky and you struck out! Some of that should be yours!"
And that was all it took. Now all three were marching in the street toward the third pig's house.
When they got there, they had somehow acquired pitchforks and torches (I dunno...it's a fairy tale, these things happen). And they stood in the yard of the third little pig chanting and yelling for him to come out. Well, the third little pig was no dummy. He knew what was happening. Time to pay the piper--and after all he'd done to try to help these little hogs. One thing was for sure: he wasn't going without a fight. So when they yelled:
"Little pig, little pig, let us come in!"
He did nothing.
That's right, he ignored them. They'll go away after they grow tired of trying to blow this house down. Sure, he looked at the gun closet and thought about opening it and pulling out his threaded barreled, semi-automatic AR-15 carbine with flash suppressor and laser sight to make pork chops out of his brothers, but he declined. They'll come to their senses and go away.
But they did not go away. The grew louder and more obnoxious. Finally, at about three o'clock in the morning, the third little pig had to respond. He opened his bedroom window and looked down on the trespassers
"What exactly is it you want?" He asked them
"We want justice!" Blurted out one of his brothers--but the wolf silenced him with a wave.
"Little pig, little pig, let us come in." Said the wolf, calmly.
"Not by the hair of my chinny chin chin." Came the melodic reply.
"Then we'll huff and we'll--" The wolf stopped mid-sentence...
"Then we'll huff and we'll--hang on a second." The wolf reached into a sack attached to a stick he'd been carrying around and pulled out two teleprompters on stands (don't ask how they fit in the sack--it's STILL a fairy tale...)
The third little pig rolled his eyes, rested his weary piggy face on his little piggy hand and waited for the wolf to set up his get up.
"Ahem." The wolf cleared his throat before continuing. "Then we'll huff and we'll puff and we'll-"
"Blow my house in?" The third pig interjected sleepily. "I've heard it all before."
Well, this interruption infuriated the wolf who had known all along that they could never get that third little pig out of the house to join their crusade.
"That's it fellas." He said to his portly cohorts. "On the roof! We're goin' in!"
And up they went. The third little pig, fearing for his life, quickly lit a fire in the fireplace and stoked it as hot as it could get, just in case they tried to come down the chimney--which they eventually did. Down they came, all at once. Blam, Blam, Blam! The wolf seized the third little pig before he could reach his gun. The first little pig shook his fist and yelled angry things at his more successful brother. The second little pig made no noise at all. He was dead. Burned up in the boiling hot water in the kettle. "I smell dinner!" Yelled the Big bad wolf. "Yum!"
The first and third little pig sat there, dejected, as the Big Bad Wolf finished his meal. The first little pig knew he had been "snookered". The third little pig was just plain saddened.
"Alright, that's enough of this sulking around." Said the wolf to the third little pig. "Get outta here, go live in your brothers wooden house. And be happy I don't eat you, too." The third little pig moped slowly out of the house he had built and headed for the stick house of his brother.
"What about me?" said the first little pig with a smile. Certainly he expected to get something out of this.
"You?" asked the wolf snarkily while wiping his furry chin with the tablecloth. "You get outta here, you get NOTHING!" The wolf yelled the last word so loudly, the furniture in the house vibrated and slid across the floor.
"Nothing?" The first little pig asked timidly.
"Well..." Thought the wolf momentarily, "alright, take the Foosball table."
And so the first little pig dragged the table down the street, past the dying flames of torches, past the disheveled third brother who stared at him with sad eyes from the stick house and then finally, to the straw house, where he would live out his days, betrayed, victimized and ostracized.
But hey, Foosball's fun, right?
Sunday, July 25, 2010
Wayne Allen Root
WAYNE ALLYN ROOT:
Barach Obama is no fool. He is not incompetent. To the contrary, he is brilliant. He knows exactly what he's doing. He is purposely overwhelming the U.S. economy to create systemic failure, economic crisis and social chaos -- thereby destroying capitalism and our country from within.
Barack Obama is my college classmate ( Columbia University , class of '83). As Glenn Beck correctly predicted from day one, Obama is following the plan of Cloward & Piven, two professors at Columbia University . They outlined a plan to socialize America by overwhelming the system with government spending and entitlement demands. Add up the clues below. Taken individually they're alarming. Taken as a whole, it is a brilliant, Machiavellian game plan to turn the United States into a socialist/Marxist state with a permanent majority that desperately needs government for survival ... and can be counted on to always vote for bigger government. Why not? They have no responsibility to pay for it.
-- Universal health care. The health care bill had very little to do with health care. It had everything to do with unionizing millions of hospital and health care workers, as well as adding 15,000 to 20,000 new IRS agents (who will join government employee unions). Obama doesn't care that giving free health care to 30 million Americans will add trillions to the national debt. What he does care about is that it cements the dependence of those 30 million voters to Democrats and big government. Who but a socialist revolutionary would pass this reckless spending bill in the middle of a depression?
-- Cap and trade. Like health care legislation having nothing to do with health care, cap and trade has nothing to do with global warming. It has everything to do with redistribution of income, government control of the economy and a criminal payoff to Obama's biggest contributors. Those powerful and wealthy unions and contributors (like GE, which owns NBC, MSNBC and CNBC) can then be counted on to support everything Obama wants. They will kick-back hundreds of millions of dollars in contributions to Obama and the Democratic Party to keep them in power. The bonus is that all the new taxes on Americans with bigger cars, bigger homes and businesses helps Obama "spread the wealth around."
-- Make Puerto Rico a state. Why? Who's asking for a 51st state? Who's asking for millions of new welfare recipients and government entitlement addicts in the middle of a depression? Certainly not American taxpayers. But this has been Obama's plan all along. His goal is to add two new Democrat senators, five Democrat congressman and a million loyal Democratic voters who are dependent on big government.
-- Legalize 12 million illegal immigrants. Just giving these 12 million potential new citizens free health care alone could overwhelm the system and bankrupt America . But it adds 12 million reliable new Democrat voters who can be counted on to support big government. Add another few trillion dollars in welfare, aid to dependent children, food stamps, free medical, education, tax credits for the poor, and eventually Social Security.
-- Stimulus and bailouts. Where did all that money go? It went to Democrat contributors, organizations (ACORN), and unions -- including billions of dollars to save or create jobs of government employees across the country. It went to save GM and Chrysler so that their employees could keep paying union dues. It went to AIG so that Goldman Sachs could be bailed out (after giving Obama almost $1 million in contributions). A staggering $125 billion went to teachers (thereby protecting their union dues). All those public employees will vote loyally Democrat to protect their bloated salaries and pensions that are bankrupting America . The country goes broke, future generations face a bleak future, but Obama, the Democrat Party, government, and the unions grow more powerful. The ends justify the means.
-- Raise taxes on small business owners, high-income earners, and job creators. Put the entire burden on only the top 20 percent of taxpayers, redistribute the income, punish success, and reward those who did nothing to deserve it (except vote for Obama). Reagan wanted to dramatically cut taxes in order to starve the government. Obama wants to dramatically raise taxes to starve his political opposition.
With the acts outlined above, Obama and his regime have created a vast and rapidly expanding constituency of voters dependent on big government; a vast privileged class of public employees who work for big government; and a government dedicated to destroying capitalism and installing themselves as socialist rulers by overwhelming the system.
Add it up and you've got the perfect Marxist scheme -- all devised by my Columbia University college classmate Barack Obama using the Cloward and Piven Plan.
--
"The danger to America is not Barack Obama but a citizenry capable of entrusting a man like him with the Presidency. It will be far easier to limit and undo the follies of an Obama presidency than to restore the necessary common sense and good judgment to a depraved 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 America . 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, who is, after all, merely a fool. It is less likely to survive a multitude of fools such as those who made him their president."
None are more hopelessly enslaved than those who falsely believe they are free.
--Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Barach Obama is no fool. He is not incompetent. To the contrary, he is brilliant. He knows exactly what he's doing. He is purposely overwhelming the U.S. economy to create systemic failure, economic crisis and social chaos -- thereby destroying capitalism and our country from within.
Barack Obama is my college classmate ( Columbia University , class of '83). As Glenn Beck correctly predicted from day one, Obama is following the plan of Cloward & Piven, two professors at Columbia University . They outlined a plan to socialize America by overwhelming the system with government spending and entitlement demands. Add up the clues below. Taken individually they're alarming. Taken as a whole, it is a brilliant, Machiavellian game plan to turn the United States into a socialist/Marxist state with a permanent majority that desperately needs government for survival ... and can be counted on to always vote for bigger government. Why not? They have no responsibility to pay for it.
-- Universal health care. The health care bill had very little to do with health care. It had everything to do with unionizing millions of hospital and health care workers, as well as adding 15,000 to 20,000 new IRS agents (who will join government employee unions). Obama doesn't care that giving free health care to 30 million Americans will add trillions to the national debt. What he does care about is that it cements the dependence of those 30 million voters to Democrats and big government. Who but a socialist revolutionary would pass this reckless spending bill in the middle of a depression?
-- Cap and trade. Like health care legislation having nothing to do with health care, cap and trade has nothing to do with global warming. It has everything to do with redistribution of income, government control of the economy and a criminal payoff to Obama's biggest contributors. Those powerful and wealthy unions and contributors (like GE, which owns NBC, MSNBC and CNBC) can then be counted on to support everything Obama wants. They will kick-back hundreds of millions of dollars in contributions to Obama and the Democratic Party to keep them in power. The bonus is that all the new taxes on Americans with bigger cars, bigger homes and businesses helps Obama "spread the wealth around."
-- Make Puerto Rico a state. Why? Who's asking for a 51st state? Who's asking for millions of new welfare recipients and government entitlement addicts in the middle of a depression? Certainly not American taxpayers. But this has been Obama's plan all along. His goal is to add two new Democrat senators, five Democrat congressman and a million loyal Democratic voters who are dependent on big government.
-- Legalize 12 million illegal immigrants. Just giving these 12 million potential new citizens free health care alone could overwhelm the system and bankrupt America . But it adds 12 million reliable new Democrat voters who can be counted on to support big government. Add another few trillion dollars in welfare, aid to dependent children, food stamps, free medical, education, tax credits for the poor, and eventually Social Security.
-- Stimulus and bailouts. Where did all that money go? It went to Democrat contributors, organizations (ACORN), and unions -- including billions of dollars to save or create jobs of government employees across the country. It went to save GM and Chrysler so that their employees could keep paying union dues. It went to AIG so that Goldman Sachs could be bailed out (after giving Obama almost $1 million in contributions). A staggering $125 billion went to teachers (thereby protecting their union dues). All those public employees will vote loyally Democrat to protect their bloated salaries and pensions that are bankrupting America . The country goes broke, future generations face a bleak future, but Obama, the Democrat Party, government, and the unions grow more powerful. The ends justify the means.
-- Raise taxes on small business owners, high-income earners, and job creators. Put the entire burden on only the top 20 percent of taxpayers, redistribute the income, punish success, and reward those who did nothing to deserve it (except vote for Obama). Reagan wanted to dramatically cut taxes in order to starve the government. Obama wants to dramatically raise taxes to starve his political opposition.
With the acts outlined above, Obama and his regime have created a vast and rapidly expanding constituency of voters dependent on big government; a vast privileged class of public employees who work for big government; and a government dedicated to destroying capitalism and installing themselves as socialist rulers by overwhelming the system.
Add it up and you've got the perfect Marxist scheme -- all devised by my Columbia University college classmate Barack Obama using the Cloward and Piven Plan.
--
"The danger to America is not Barack Obama but a citizenry capable of entrusting a man like him with the Presidency. It will be far easier to limit and undo the follies of an Obama presidency than to restore the necessary common sense and good judgment to a depraved 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 America . 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, who is, after all, merely a fool. It is less likely to survive a multitude of fools such as those who made him their president."
None are more hopelessly enslaved than those who falsely believe they are free.
--Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
We can stop the DISCLOSE Act.
Dear Friend in Liberty,
We can stop the DISCLOSE Act.
The Establishment Protection Act (a much more fitting name for DISCLOSE) will infringe on our privacy, limit our right to free speech, and silence C4L and like-minded organizations that hold the statists accountable.
Before the bill passed the House, it was changed to include more provisions to benefit the government’s Big Labor pals and to obtain further details on those who would challenge their actions.
Despite claims to the contrary, the Establishment Protection Act isn’t just aimed at large donors. Those who have given as much as $600 could be targeted by federal bureaucrats. And you can be sure they won’t remain content very long with even that much information.
Here are some ways you can help continue the battle and defeat this powergrab:
1.) Contact Senator Jeff Merkley at (202) 224-3753 and Senator Ron Wyden at (202) 224-5244 and demand they defend the First Amendment. Urge them to oppose the Senate bill, S. 3295, as well as the House-approved version and any other attempts to limit our free speech.
2.) Get local. Find your state here and make sure you’re involved with all of your local C4L's efforts to reclaim your state for liberty. You can also stop by your senators' local offices to personally ask them to fight the Establishment Protection Act.
3.) Call the NRA headquarters at 1-800-672-3888 and their Legislative Action group at 1-800-392-8683 and tell them to actively oppose the Senate bill. Without their compromise in the House, the bill would have likely died without a vote.
4.) Forward this email to your family, friends, and coworkers. Ask them to join you in fighting the Establishment Protection Act.
The August congressional recess is almost here, and legislators are scrambling to limit as many of our freedoms as they can before heading home.
The First Amendment and C4L’s ability to fight the statists’ plans are under heavy assault. Please contact your senators today and tell them to OPPOSE DISCLOSE.
In Liberty,
John Tate
President
We can stop the DISCLOSE Act.
The Establishment Protection Act (a much more fitting name for DISCLOSE) will infringe on our privacy, limit our right to free speech, and silence C4L and like-minded organizations that hold the statists accountable.
Before the bill passed the House, it was changed to include more provisions to benefit the government’s Big Labor pals and to obtain further details on those who would challenge their actions.
Despite claims to the contrary, the Establishment Protection Act isn’t just aimed at large donors. Those who have given as much as $600 could be targeted by federal bureaucrats. And you can be sure they won’t remain content very long with even that much information.
Here are some ways you can help continue the battle and defeat this powergrab:
1.) Contact Senator Jeff Merkley at (202) 224-3753 and Senator Ron Wyden at (202) 224-5244 and demand they defend the First Amendment. Urge them to oppose the Senate bill, S. 3295, as well as the House-approved version and any other attempts to limit our free speech.
2.) Get local. Find your state here and make sure you’re involved with all of your local C4L's efforts to reclaim your state for liberty. You can also stop by your senators' local offices to personally ask them to fight the Establishment Protection Act.
3.) Call the NRA headquarters at 1-800-672-3888 and their Legislative Action group at 1-800-392-8683 and tell them to actively oppose the Senate bill. Without their compromise in the House, the bill would have likely died without a vote.
4.) Forward this email to your family, friends, and coworkers. Ask them to join you in fighting the Establishment Protection Act.
The August congressional recess is almost here, and legislators are scrambling to limit as many of our freedoms as they can before heading home.
The First Amendment and C4L’s ability to fight the statists’ plans are under heavy assault. Please contact your senators today and tell them to OPPOSE DISCLOSE.
In Liberty,
John Tate
President
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