First of all, I believe that the few idiots (the protesters) who called out racial epithets should have been unceremoniously removed from the grounds.   It made me sick to see grown people act in such a racist way in this day and age.  All they did was validate people like Janeane Garofalo.

HOWEVER…when the Bitch of the House (warned you…I’m pissed) gathered her minions around her for a photo op, she only exacerbated the situation.  Gave credence to the idiots.   Nancy, sweetheart, this is NOT  Selma.

I am not the kind of person who takes charity easily.  I have lived my life as a self-sufficient individual through some very hard times.   Many of my readers do not know EVERYTHING about me.  I never felt it was necessary.  I have survived poverty, molestation, Multiple Sclerosis, domestic violence at the hands of a coward, sub-standard medical treatment during the birth of my daughter (they left medical equipment in me)  and stood tall.  After all of that, believe it or not, THIS HEALTH CARE BILL scares me.

And don’t you DARE tell me if I read the bill I will like it.  Bullshit.  I HAVE read everything that has been posted on the internet.  I may not have a college degree…yet…but I do have an IQ of 146.  Reading comprehension was never a problem.  Legalese was just another language I taught myself.  I KNOW that when the Government runs out of money to fund the monster they have just created, I will not be a priority.  Will I live to see my daughter have her first child?   Will I be important enough to spend money on?  If I have to go on Medicaid, will I be worth an MRI, a wheelchair?  After all, I am almost 50 and disabled.

All I can say is FUCK YOU BARACK OBAMA.  I hope you sleep well tonight.

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1. I had a commentor say this morning that he just cannot contain his ‘glee’.

   What a freak! These left-wing good for nothing piss-ants acutually think they are getting something and the rich insurance companies are getting what’s coming to them. Gawd, they are the stupidest people on the planet.

   By: steve on March 22, 2010

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   • Steve, our only recourse will be to carefully and methodically research and evaluate EACH AND EVERY Congressional candidate. Then, keep our fingers crossed that the bad seeds get voted out. My laptop already hates me because I have been researching my sizable buttocks off since 5 am. I cannot wait to see the look on Botox Barbie’s (Pelosi) face when she is removed as Speaker in 2011.

     I think my biggest disappointment is Stupak. Even tho I am pro-choice, I would have had a modicum of respect for this man if he had stuck to his convictions. He sold out for a piece of paper that is basically worthless.

     By: sstorm0730 on March 22, 2010

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2. Yes ma’am Stupak was just looking for a justification to vote yes. I posted something that I found at Hot Air just now containing a video clip of Obama lying as usual.

   By: steve on March 22, 2010

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3. Katrina

   Well, I shall try to be objective.

   You are obviously dismayed’ you are angry and annoyed; you are disappointed; you feel betrayed and you fear for your country.

   I have also followed this debacle and can’t see any victory for America in this monster bill; what I do see is healthcare, which should be for the needy and those who can’t afford to make the pharmaceuticals and their buddies richer, being used as a political toy for personal egos and wayward ambitions.

   But you are not alone; no, not at all. It seems evident that about half of America feels with you. And you have some friends; take them to your bosom, hug them and let them love you. You have your husband and your daughter, you have dear Blogging friends like towp [a good gentle kind soul] and I see Lady BD dropping in now and then [she is strong with a magnificent story of her own].

   Open your heart to them. And if you have a small little space left, do keep it for me.

   By: Ike Jakson on March 22, 2010

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4. Just thought I would drop by and see how you are. Take care and smile.

   By: Ike Jakson on March 24, 2010

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5. DAMN! Harsh words, and never more deserved. These scum must be held to account.

   By: cmblake6 on April 1, 2010

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6. You coming up with anything new anytime soon?

   By: cmblake6 on May 3, 2010

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Part One

A tragic situation exists precisely when virtue does not triumph but when it is still felt that man is nobler than the forces which destroy him. – George Orwell

“Citizen Director, come have a look at this.”  Technical Specialist Mark removed his glasses and cleaned them with his necktie.  It had been a long day and his eyes were feeling the strain of staring at a computer screen for 8 hours.

“What is it, Citizen?  Another idiot searching porn?”

“No, Sir.  At first I thought it was some nostalgia freak researching Old American History.  But, I’ve been watching her activity for about 4 hours.  It looks like she’s sending some kind of messages that I haven’t quite been able to decipher.  Thought it might help to have a fresh set of eyes check this out.  I don’t know…maybe I’m reading more into it than is really there.”

Gary Bryant had been named Citizen Director of the National Technical Assistance Center (“NTAC”) three months ago. NTAC had been created in 2012 by The Founder to track opposition activity during the election.  Since the time of the “final election” NTAC’s original function was no longer necessary.  However, the New American Government felt the agency should be re-purposed. Vid-Ed, tracking of Citizen Health, the Fairness Commission and Border Security now fell under their control.

“Give me a print-out of her transmissions and shut her down.  If any questions arise over this, I can back-date a directive limiting recreational internet access to three hours a day.”

“Yes, Citizen Director.  I’m sending the info to your printer right now.  Funny thing, though.  I can’t seem to get a lock on her cell phone.  I’ve been trying to pin her down for two hours and the signal keeps bouncing around like a freakin’ ping pong ball.”  Mark reached into his desk and opened a bottle of Ibuprofen.  He dumped three pills into the palm of his hand.

“Give me some of those, will ya?” said the Director.  “I have a feeling it’s going to be a long night.”

Gary went to his office and retrieved a stack of papers from his printer tray.  He sat down on a long couch, leaned his head back and closed his eyes for a moment.  “Anita, contact my wife and tell her I will be staying here tonight”, he said into the mouthpiece that rested against his left cheek.  “Yes, Sir.  Do I need to send flowers this time?” replied a voice in his ear.  “No.  She’s used to this now.  I’ll bring her something when I go home.  Thanks, Anita.”

He stood up and looked out of the huge pane of one-way glass that gave him a bird’s eye view of his department.  Dozens of Techies were gazing intently into computer screens, their faces bathed in the blue glow given off by the monitors.  Each Techie was given the best possible environment within their cubicles to reduce fatigue.  Ergonomic seating, soy energy bars and drinks, soothing nature sounds to relax the mind.  Family photos were not permitted as they had been determined to cause stress and feelings of guilt.  Hidden cameras gave the Director real-time video of the activity in each cubicle.  Fifty flat screens adorned the walls of his office.  In the lower right-hand corner of each screen was a health monitor which showed the current blood pressure, heart rate and stress levels of every Techie under his supervision.  The Founder was a firm believer in detecting deception through biorhythms and this method was used in every Government agency in New America.

Gary moved to his desk and began to sort through the communications T.S. Mark had sent to him.  On their face, the documents seemed harmless.  The woman appeared to be in her mid-40s, which would put her in the category of those who required advanced indoctrination when New America was established.  For the most part, Citizens acclimated themselves to The Founder’s visions with little or no resistance.  However, some needed more intensive re-education.  A few never quite accepted the New Constitution and were relocated to isolated areas of the country where they could not instigate unrest among the general public.

The Founder was a compassionate man and understood that there would be resistance to new ideas.  He relied heavily upon the children of those resisters to help their parents’ transition into a new, worry-free life.  In extreme cases, the children were eventually adopted out to compliant families and their parents were relocated.  As far as the children knew, their parents were deceased.  The Founder felt that it was unnecessary for those children to live with the stigma of having a parent in a re-education community.

T.S. Mark’s hands hadn’t typed this fast in months.  Every time he felt he had a lock on the location of his subject’s cell phone, it would shift to yet another unknown IP.  He had orders to shut her down, but it was becoming an impossible task.  Mark pressed the “call” button on his earpiece.

“Yes, Citizen” the Director responded. “Are you making headway on that transmission?”

“No, Sir” Mark replied.  “I wonder if I should hand this over to the Border Security Techies.  Their tracking software is much more advanced than ours.”

“Okay.  Initiate the transfer.  Make sure you include all IPs in your report.  After you’re done, why don’t you head on home.  No sense both of us spending the night.”

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“Jeff, I don’t know how long I can keep this up.  I think they just handed me over to Border Security” said Beth.  “Why don’t you work on this for a while and I’ll finish the dishes.”

Jeff set the dinner plate he had been washing into the drain board and joined his wife on the couch.  “You’re a lot faster than I am, Beth.  Besides, if we don’t get this information to the others they won’t know when to cross.”

“How many are going this time?” he asked.

“Oh, big group.  Thirty or so. Crap!”  Beth grew quiet.  Her thumbs flew over the tiny keys on her phone.  She brought the device closer to her face. “Border Security just brought out the big guns.  They must be desperate.”

“I don’t like this, Beth.  I think we pushed the wrong buttons this time.  Maybe we should meet the group and cross with them.”  He rose from the couch and walked over to the large picture window.  A strong sense of urgency rested in the pit of his stomach.  “Honey, I’m serious.  I think we need to leave…now!”

Beth stopped what she was doing and glanced over at her husband.  Jeff was not the sort to panic.  The look on his face was enough to convince her that he was right.  “Okay, we’ll go.  I just have to send the final coordinates and we are out of here.  Why don’t you get our packs out while I finish.  Two minutes…I promise.”  She managed a half-smile and turned her attention back to the phone in her hands.

Jeff felt better knowing they were leaving the re-education community.  It was not going to be easy and he hoped all of the pre-planning they had done would pay off.

“Okay, done!”  Beth turned off the phone.  She removed the battery and ID card, then walked to the kitchen sink.  As the water flowed into the garbage disposal, she tossed the items in and turned it on.  A horrible crunching noise filled the house as the battery and card were hacked to pieces by stainless steel blades.  Jeff handed her a parka and large backpack.

Neither of them bothered to look back.  The house they were given by the Government had never been home to them.  Their true home had been a log constructed cabin in the Foothills of the Rocky Mountains surrounded by 40 acres of ranch land.  Jeff and Beth had raised Black Angus for 20 years and had a comfortable life.  That is, until Two Thousand Fifteen.  Their cattle were shipped to Mexico by the Government.  Jeff protested the takeover and they were labeled “resisters”.  In Two Thousand Sixteen they were removed from their ranch and sent to a re-education commune.

Beth refused to cooperate with the Government’s efforts to turn them into “compliant mush”.  She and Jeff happened upon some like-minded people and their journey into the world of underground railroads and coded communications began.

Over the years they had been instrumental in helping more than 1,000 fellow resisters cross the border into Mexico.  Until today, they had flown under the radar.  Beth was not sure how she had been discovered.  She would have plenty of time to figure it out once they reached the Constitutional Colony in South America.

Part Two

If you want a vision of the future, imagine a boot stamping on a human face – forever.- George Orwell

Director Bryant slammed his desk with his fist. It was obvious to anyone observing him that he had received bad news. TS Mark stood outside the Director’s office with a stack of papers in his hand. When the opportunity arose, he cleared his throat in order to make his presence known.

“What, Mark” said the Director in an exasperated tone of voice. “More bad news?”

“N-no, Sir…well, maybe…Sir…” said TS Mark, looking down at his feet.

“NO, YES, MAYBE?? Jeez, Mark, I thought I could at least rely on you not to jerk me around.” The Director fell into his chair, placed his elbows on the desk and rested his head in his hands.

“Well, Sir, I was about to leave but I wanted to do one final scan of the IP addresses on my list…”

“AND? C’mon, get to the point!”

“Uhm, I think I got a lock on the house where the calls originated. It is in a re-education commune in southern Colorado. The citizens currently occupying that home are Jeffrey and Elizabeth Stanhope.”

“Well? Did you notify security at the re-ed comm to go take them in?” asked the Director in a tone of voice usually reserved for an uncooperative child.

“Y-yes, Sir. B-but they were gone…Sir. Security is searching the commune for them as we speak. I notified Border Security Technical Agent Ed Johnson of my findings and they are in communication with re-ed comm security. And, Sir?”

“Mark?”

“I had a lock on their Personal Data Monitors. That is until 15 minutes ago.” At this point Mark wished he had left the matter alone and went home when the Director told him to.

“How the hell could we lose their PDM’s? They’re surgically implanted! Did you double check the satellite function?”

“Yes, Sir. And I even had two other Technical Specialists run the ID numbers through their systems, but they just vanished into thin air! Border Security tested the satellite function from their end and, well, they were able to get a faint signal…”

“Well, follow it DAMNIT! Get the people on the ground on it STAT!”

TS Mark looked at his feet again, sweat beads forming on his brow. He knew that the information he was about to relay to the Director was going to result in another tirade. He could feel the Director’s eyes upon him, almost drilling into his brain. Mark took a deep breath and faced the inevitable. “Sir, we did follow it. The signal was originating from the body of one of the guard dogs within the re-ed comm.”

“A dead dog? How the HELL…oh, never mind. I don’t think I want to know. Did you turn control of the case over to Border Security?”

“Yes, Sir. I officially transferred responsibility to them 5 minutes ago. We are to be kept abreast of any new developments as they arise; however, the ball is in their court now.”

“Mark, go home”, said the Director. “You’ve done a great job today. Get some rest. That’s an order.”

“Yes, Sir. Thank you. If anything comes up overnight and you require my assistance, you know how to get a hold of me. Good night, Sir.”

Once Mark had left his office, the Director sat down and began to review the stack of papers the Technical Specialist had given to him. Shaking his head, he mumbled, “A damned dead dog…who the hell are these people?”

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Beth and Jeff had stopped among a grove of Cottonwoods and grape vines to bandage the wounds they had inflicted upon themselves when they cut the PDMs from their bodies. Jeff had made many trips into the dense woods bordering the re-ed comm over the past few months burying a first aid kit, knives, night-vision goggles and other items they would need on their journey to freedom. Most of these supplies were obtained through black market connections. Beth had been employed at the re-ed comm food depot. Contraband was frequently smuggled within the boxes of supplies. Since the use of cash had been outlawed in New America, payment was made to the smugglers through the Constitutional Colony in South America.

The Border Guards surrounding their community were predominantly Chinese Nationals. In Twenty Twenty, China called in their loans to the United States. The Founder, anxious to strengthen his position within the Global Community, gave the Chinese control over 50 percent of the Border Security forces. China forgave most of the debt and now maintained a seat within the New American Congress.

“We have 2 more miles of woods until we reach our contact, Beth. How are you doing?” Jeff asked.

“I’m fine. Bleeding’s pretty much stopped. We’ll have some hellacious scars once we heal, but I’m sure we won’t be the only ones.” She smiled at her husband as he helped her to her feet. “Jeff, we are going to make it. I don’t have a doubt in my mind.”

“If the Chinese guards are as gullible as their dogs, it should be smooth sailing from here to the truck.” Jeff wasn’t completely convinced the rest of their journey would continue without incident, but he kept his doubts to himself. Beth seemed positive they would succeed and he wasn’t about to say or do anything to dampen her spirits.

They only had two or three hours of night left. Using a compass Jeff had placed in his backpack, they navigated their way through the woods, stopping every now and then to listen for signs of approaching guards. Beth used the night vision goggles to check for booby traps and alarm sensors.

With less than an hour to go before sunrise, they reached the edge of the re-ed comm security zone. At this point they emptied the large backpacks they had been carrying, and began to don the clothing that would aid them in passing through the checkpoints throughout the city. Beth’s new identity was that of a nurse in the Citizen Evaluation Sector of Reid Memorial Hospital. Jeff became a H.I.T. (Health Information Technology) Specialist employed at the same facility. They had obtained the proper citizen identification through the network, as well as ID badges from Reid Memorial. If asked, they were simply on their way to work. Their old identification papers were placed in a pile and doused with muriatic acid which Jeff had stolen from the chemical closet at the community pool. After a few moments, the papers were reduced to pulp and covered with stones.

The truck was a typical pickup with an extended cab. The keys had been left in the ignition and all of the necessary paperwork had been placed in the glove box. Jeff felt the hood, the motor was still warm. That was a good sign. It meant the vehicle had not been sitting long enough to cause suspicion. New cell phones were packed in a box and placed on the back seat. Beth retrieved the phones, but did not activate them. The couple would wait until they were several miles from the re-ed comm before turning them on.

The most dangerous part of their journey was about to begin. Jeff looked over at Beth and said, “Remember that I love you, Ellen”. Beth smiled and said, “I love you, too, Bill.” They laughed and took off toward the city.

To be continued…

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« A Shameless Plug Sstorm’s-a-Ragin’ »

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1. And had you been born a few years later would this have been an autobiography???

   By: towp on March 15, 2010

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   • Quite possibly. Wouldn’t you want to escape with me? Although, I tend to think you might have been one of the Founders of the Constitutional Colony

     By: sstorm0730 on March 15, 2010

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2. Should I survive another 20 years I may need to become a member of a Constitutional Colony

   By: towp on March 15, 2010

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But, that is just my opinion…I’m a little biased

The site is still under construction, but I hope you take a moment to check out what she has done so far.

courtenaygilbert.com

I hope you enjoy the ride!

Katrina

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« Illinois Enema Bandit Phone Tag – Parts One and Two »

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1. I have dropped in there and it looks promising. However, it does take an awful long time to download. Is that, maybe, my “older” system; or will it improve when the site is fully operational?

   By: Ike Jakson on March 14, 2010

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   • I’m not sure, Ike. It downloaded fairly quickly for me. But, I am her older sister and she knows better than to make me wait too long How did you like the photos of the old autos?

     By: sstorm0730 on March 14, 2010

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2. Hi Katrina

   Perhaps it is my age and the age of my system. LOL

   I got to the everglades photos and liked that very much. Way back I often ran the Tamiami trail straight west from the Miami Expressway to Marco Island, almost bee-line all the way for one hundred miles and was always thrilled. I also have a book ‘I take this Land’ by Richard Powell of the early days in the Everglades and that is why my eyes fell on it.

   But then I gave up because it was so slow. However, I like old autos and will try again.

   By: Ike Jakson on March 14, 2010

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3. Mahvelous! Come visit SamandImp anytime. You are a welcome kindred soul. Oh, and I am over-educated and it never helped. LOL I’m old now and it does not matter. My father was VERY successful without higher ed. He was very well-read, spoken and versed in all things. Did you know him in heaven or something? I have a Lab and a JRT pulling at my clothing for food. Call the border guards or a drone or SOMETHING!

   By: samhenry on March 16, 2010

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   • We have re-classified Boz as a Jerk Russell Terrorist. I don’t care what people say about the breed, I would have a million of them if I didn’t live in a single-wide trailer on a cattle ranch. The cows don’t seem to care for him ;(

     By: sstorm0730 on March 16, 2010

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(Before you point out the obvious, I know I have used this cartoon before.  It  just seems more relevant now than ever before.)

…WELL DID YOU CAUSE THIS MISERY?

WELL DID YOU CAUSE THIS KINDA MISERY?

WELL DID YOU CAUSE THIS MISERY?

Now, one girl shout: *”Let the Bandit be!”*

BANDIT ARE YOU GUILTY?

BANDIT ARE YOU GUILTY? TELL ME NOW, WHAT’S

YOUR PLEA?

Another girl shout: *”Let the fiend go free!”*

ARE YOU GUILTY? BANDIT, DID YOU DO THESE DEEDS?

The Bandit say, *”It must be just what they all needs…”*

*”It must be just what they all needs…”*

*”It must be just what they all needs…”*

*”It must be just what they all needs…”*

*”It must be just what they all needs…”*

*”It must be just what they all needs…”*

lyrics to Illinois Enema Bandit by Frank Zappa

Be afraid…BE VERY AFRAID!!!!

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« Get on the Bus OR WE’RE ALL GONNA DIE!!!!! A Shameless Plug »

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1. Stormy, that was bad, just plain bad…

   *ROARS LAUGHING!*

   By: Patrick Sperry on March 12, 2010

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   • At least I didn’t quote the ENTIRE song…

     By: sstorm0730 on March 12, 2010

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2. You’ve done a quality job with your blog! Great pictures too!

   The cartoon is very ‘fitting’ right about now!

   Yes ma’am, South America IS looking good. I think little ol’ Sandy and Steve might have to check it out!

   By: steve on March 12, 2010

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   • Steve – You know, there is a place called “Constitucion” in Chile

     By: sstorm0730 on March 13, 2010

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3. Hi

   I see you’ve painted in- and outside and moved the furniture around too; it’s nice and I like it.

   Did you mean the usual enema? Well, I dunno why I get the impression he will have to take and swallow the darn thing.

   http://ikejakson.wordpress.com/2010/03/13/when-the-rats-go-%e2%80%a6/

   By: Ike Jakson on March 13, 2010

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1. Lol, the Looking Glass theory. “I am what I think you think I am.”

   What a joke.

   By: bydesign001 on March 4, 2010

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Is marijuana legal in DC?  I only ask because our elected officials can’t possibly think pushing health care reform through when a majority of Americans do not want it is a good idea…unless they are high on something.

Either they are stoned, illiterate, deaf or just plain arrogant.  I believe the correct answer is “all of the above”, but what do I know?  After all, I’m just an uneducated, trailer trash redneck living in the foothills of Colorado…or, at least, that’s what most of the Liberals who have commented on my blog seem to think.

I have been fairly quiet of late.  Doing much reading, listening and watching.  Some days I wonder if the government has forgotten the reason upon which our great nation was founded:

Freedom from an oppressive, arrogant Government

This is not to say that the men and women in office today are necessarily oppressive.  I would rather classify them as dismissive of and condescending towards the very people who put them in office in the first place.

Nearly 234 years ago, Americans attempted to communicate their dissatisfaction with the British in a peaceful manner.  Their words fell on deaf ears.  While reading The Real George Washington by Parry, Allison and Skousen I was struck by the similarities between the sentiments of Americans then and now towards the “Administration”.

Read these quotes and tell me that this is not reflective of the atmosphere of discontent in which we currently live:

When suggested that the Americans write yet another plea to the British government, Washington wrote

“Have we not tried this already?  Have we not addressed the Lords and remonstrated to the Commons? And to what end?  Did they deign to look at our petitions?  Does it not appear, as clear as the sun in its meridian brightness, that there is a regular, systematic plan formed to fix the right and practice of taxation upon us?…”

(Just substitute “taxation” with “health care reform”.)

This one from the authors of The Real George Washington –

“In late May 1774 the House of Burgesses had requested that Virginia’s counties hold citizens’ meetings on the rapidly deteriorating state of Anglo-American relations.  They recognized the vital need for a grass-roots movement, for an increased stirring in the hearts of the citizenry.  Only then could America unite.  Only then would an arrogant Crown – a stubborn Parliament – listen.”

Hmmm…sound familiar?

Even though Harry Reid won’t admit it, Reconciliation seems to be the tactic du jour.  However, unless the real reasons for wanting health care reform are money and power, Reconciliation won’t do them any good.  Reconciliation will only allow budgetary items to be push through, but will not help people with pre-existing conditions, etc.  Those things would have to be passed separately.  So, this being said – WHY NOT SLOW DOWN AND COME UP WITH SOMETHING THE AMERICAN PEOPLE CAN LIVE WITH?!?!

You know, I thought the members of Congress were elected to represent the people of the United States, not the President.  Pretty naïve, huh?  When I heard Pelosi gushing on the Sunday “news” about passing so many items in the Obama agenda I nearly puked from the sugar overdose.  How arrogant of both her and Obama to ask Congress to basically ignore their constituents.  I’m thinkin’ the Anointed One is grooming his daughters for careers in public service.  If not, they will end up with the same crap plan he is trying to shove down our throats.

And, yes, I was one of the nerds who watched the entire health care summit last Thursday.  I have the liver damage from too many Excedrin™ to prove it   Much of it was almost funny.  Almost.  Especially when Obama berated John McCain for “campaigning”.  Seriously? This from the perpetual campaigner himself?  He’s a funny, funny man our President is…

I guess what I would like to see is one freakin’ politician stand up before the American people and tell us honestly why this particular health care reform bill must pass yesterday, admit that he/she is totally ignoring the will of the People and explain the true political motivation behind their decision.  Yeah, right…whose smoking weed now?

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« Graveyard Politics A Blog for Ike »

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1. Hey Katrina!

   Been missing you around here. I’m glad I can always come here and find some common sense.

   I think getting some sort of so called ‘health care reform’ bill is important to Obama and company as they really want the single payer option; plus the $ as that’s alot of bucks when every person in America is forced to buy health insurance from the government; plus what an control mechanism over the people … control over their health!

   Obama realizes he’s a ‘one trip pony’ (one term) so this stuff has to get done now. Just like you suggested they have be high to shove this through knowing the citizens don’t want it … they are high on power and arrogancy. Starting tomorrow here in Texas, (voting day) we’re going to start cleaning the weasels out.

   By: steve on March 1, 2010

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   • God Bless Texas!!!! You know, Colorado is not far from there…need an extra broom?

     I have to get my groove back. Been busy stuffing my nose in books. It’s pretty easy to isolate yourself when you live in the middle of a cattle ranch in the dead of winter.

     Glad to hear from you, too.

     By: sstorm0730 on March 1, 2010

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2. Ms Pelosi’s comment to her fellow democrats to vote for healthcare in spite of what it may do to their careers kinda says it all..but I’ll be damned if the Liberals really get it…and truly she, chooses not to get it..(your cartoon will be a HUGE hit with the PC crowd..I can just see the comments now…Welcome back)

   By: towp on March 1, 2010

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3. [...]  http://sstorm0730.com/2010/03/01/an-arrogant-crown/ [...]

   By: More Ikepedia for Sstorm and others … « Ike Jakson’s Blog on March 1, 2010

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   • Thank you for the boost, Ike. You are a true gentleman.

     By: sstorm0730 on March 1, 2010

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4. Our leaders have been touting these lies for so long that they themselves are now overdosing on the kool-aid.

   I reside in a “sanctuary city.” Every now and then, running late to work, I’ll call a taxi to take me to the train station. During the past few months, I have had the misfortune of getting one particular taxi driver. Each time, we end up on the discussion of Obamacare. We are on different sides of this subject and the conversation gets ugly fast.

   It’s early and long before I have had my first cup of coffee, so ….well, you get it.

   The driver always tries to convince me of the importance of Obamacare for Americans and how WE need Obamacare and how I don’t know what I’m talking about.

   The conversation quickly ends when I shout at HIM asking HIM if HE is even in this country legally. At that moment, I inform HIM that HE should not even be in the conversation.

   That is just one of many discussions. Another discussion with a soon to be family member: Her sister has some sort of leg cancer and the doctors have not been treating her due to lack of healthcare insurance. These people are sitting by hoping and waiting for Obamacare to come through so that the sister can receive medical care.

   They are listening to all the wrong arguments (CNN, MSNBC) and actually believe that Republicans or from where they come from “white people” are keeping Obama from passing Obamacare. Too darned much kool-aid here.

   I have for patiently for months tried to explain to this woman the downside of Obamacare and how it would affect her sister who is in her mid to late 60′s with leg cancer. Furthermore, if the woman is that ill, can she afford to wait four years to find herself jerked around some more? Obamalogic is based on insanity.

   I am Black American and these people are Jamaican American. Trust me, in their world there is a difference and they see Obama as their savior.

   Even I cannot bring myself to telling this woman that and her sister is hoping against hope. Even worse, they simply REFUSE TO GET IT as they hold on to every word uttered by Obama, Pelosi, Reid, MSNBC and CNN.

   By: bydesign001 on March 4, 2010

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   • It is sad that so many people have pinned their hopes and dreams on this government. It would be wonderful if the American people could find a way to have an open, honest discussion with the residents of Venezuela and Cuba – I mean, how’s that workin’ out for them?

     Thanx for your comments and welcome to the conversation. I look forward to seeing you here again!

     By: sstorm0730 on March 4, 2010

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     • You make a valid point there. It boils down to “be careful what you wish for.” Even worse is that those who are hooked on hopium will suffer the most from its effects.

       By: bydesign001 on March 4, 2010

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Towing in the mountains is never “normal”.  The first photos are of a car that was wrecked when the driver was too busy texting to pay attention.

The sign warning about mountain lions is a common site up there.  The last photo shows what happens when you go off-roading in a snow storm where mountain lions may live.  Regular trucks were unable to get back to this jeep, so they brought out a rock crawler and  a small boom truck.  FYI, this vehicle was brand new.  Fortunately, the driver walked away – uneaten

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1. Thanks Katrina

   I have seen and it brought back many pleasant memories; not of accidents please, but of my motor homing years. I shall pop back and copy the pictures; there are two more of my posts for Joe running in his columns right now and my Gmail is running faster than I can handle it.

   Be happy and give my regards to thank hunk of a man.

   By: Ike Jakson on March 1, 2010

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