So The Irish Think Obama's a Socialist

As my husband and I were riding in a cab in Dublin, Ireland, we talked to the driver.  He told us how bad their government is because the poor people; like the ones in Angela's Ashes 
still exist in their country because their government doesn't help the people; then he went on to say how wonderful it is that our president Obama is trying to make America a 'Socialist country, just like Europe.'

Pardon me! I said the reason we fought England; for the same reason he continues to fight England; for "INDEPENDENCE and to do as we please, as a Capitalistic country. Why would we want European Socialistic problems? He continued to complain about those same socialistic problems he wished upon the United States.

He dropped us off at the airport while thanking us for the conversation. He hoped he would see us again.  Did he understand anything I said? I was not agreeing with him in any way.

And so the sheep continue to be slaughtered.

Human Kindness Comes in All Colors and Nationalities.

I definitely have to blog about the good Mexican Samaritans my daughter, Kristine, and I came across, especially with all the racial problems of today in immigration.

Kristine renewed her driver's license today. We had tried going to the DMV yesterday, later in the day and found the parking lot, not only full, but cars waiting to find a place and this was after 4:00 o'clock.  I thought everyone would be hungry by then and gone. I guess everyone left work early to come.

We arrived 8:08 AM and found the parking lot almost empty. I guess in the summer everyone is still in bed sleeping or on vacation.
There was a line outside the building, but it went fast. We got our number G077. Kristine found two empty chairs on the other side of the room.

Already fretting, Kristine wondered how long it would take to be called since the last G number was19 and it was not fast enough for her; although, I thought it would take less time than what I had imagined before I left home.  The appointments online were booked ahead by a few weeks and no chance of getting her a set appointment to avoid a long wait before her license expired in 2 days.

The Mexican couple sitting next to me were speaking Spanish. I didn't think they knew English.
The woman  looked at me from time to time and I wondered what she thought about a gringo sitting so close to her that we could touch. I felt like talking to her to be social, but I didn't think she spoke English since she and her husband spoke Spanish.  I was wondering what they thought about the immigration laws and the problems in Arizona. Did she think of me as someone who discriminates? I didn't know if she understood when Kristine was complaining.

Suddenly, she showed me her number G035 and her husband asked me if we wanted it because they also had the number G034. The husband said the DMV gave them 2 numbers. We could not believe our luck to go from 77 to 35. What a leap. I thought for sure our guardian angels were working over time. The couple spoke excellent English and were so thoughtful. We thanked them repeatedly.

After the good couple left for their window; our newer, lower number was called too. We went to the window and then to the photo line to wait. As we were waiting, we thought we should give our G077 number to someone else since the "good Samaritans" had helped us. 
As I pulled the number G077 out of my purse, the 'good Samaritan' man walked up to us and asked if I still had my number. I said I did. He said that, unfortunately, he needed the second number G035; the one they gave us and we used, because he had a different transaction from his wife and it required 2 numbers for 2 people.  

We felt so badly, as our good fortune became their bad fortune.
As we left the building, I looked for the numbers on the TV screen to see where the numbers were.   It was in the 40's, so I knew he would be there with his wife for at least 2 more hours.
       
           Human kindness comes in all colors and nationalities.

What It's Like to Meet a Prince or Two

I can say it was and was not normal. In today's world almost everything seems so accessible and almost nothing seems as awesome.

It was awesome when I first saw the Grand Canyon because not even the panorama movie of the Grand Canyon at Disneyland could aspire to that awesome feeling in real life. What man could create That?

But a prince or princess is but a man or woman; and I was privileged to experience the contact of 4 royal princes in one room from different cultures. My husband was invited to a reception by a Saudi Arabian prince who was honoring another royal prince from England. It was a very small reception of about 60 civilians from different organizations and some wives.

It was thought provoking to be in the great hall of the Hampton Court Palace which was built by Henry VIII in the 1500's.  It's a tourist palace and the great room was rented by the Saudi prince for this occasion. It was very low key. No ceremonial  'pomp and circumstances.'  Just 10 to 15 minutes of a 'nice to meet you' impromptu conversation from each prince wondering between small clusters of people.

Standing around in our small group awaiting the divine was rather exciting as we, the five commoners; plus a few others who joined us later; enjoyed each others company while a barrage of servers bombarded us with tiny savory hors d'oeuvres. 
There is no alcohol among the Saudis, so we were offered nutritious carrot, apple, sparkling water drinks to quench our thirst which was a blessing for some of us who tend to talk more when lubricated.

The Royal Saudi Arabian prince with glasses and my husband;second from the left with company

When the Saudi prince emerged with his two very tall and slender, beautiful children; one young woman with clear blue eyes and a younger son who escorted him through the crowd because he is legally blind; he was very gracious and polite to everyone in the room. His aura alone commanded respect.

Naturally, my American, down to earth, personality in that kind of relaxed environment brought out the camera, clicking away at the decor, the prince, the group; with only a slight apprehension, since I was told by the 'living historian guides' and one of the consultants to the Saudi prince that it was O.K.  My co-conspirator, fellow wife was doing the same. 

The only difference between us that seemed conspicuous was my personality. I could not resist nodding and greeting everyone I saw, including the doorman, the handlers, the security, and the servers.
My behavior reminds me of a remark some European stranger once made about me: I can tell you are an American, because you are so friendly.
Growing up in the South among the southern-belles, I remember vividly one southern belle waving and smiling at me from a distance, as if I were her long lost cousin. It was just her southern hospitality at that exact moment because tomorrow she would be waving to some other stranger.
It must be contagious.

The Duke and my husband (foreground) before our rendezvous

When the English prince or rather the Duke of York appeared, I stood back far enough to take pictures of him without too much attention, I thought. It wasn't until he joined our small group to converse that his attractive lady handler came out of the woodwork and stood just a few feet away from me. She stared straight at me and mumbled something. I had the feeling she was calling me out for bad behavior in the presence of royalty. Not having the same divine aura the Saudi prince emitted, the Duke's handlers were a little more Gestapo in nature. I am sure she saw me taking pictures which was permitted by the host and the custodians of the palace and she could not tell me to stop until it became very personal and up close.
I knew what she was going to say before she said it; so I beat her to the punch.
I asked, " May I take a picture of the Duke?" Knowing the answer.
In which she replied, " It would not be appropriate." I just nodded.
Although, I was thinking: It would not be appropriate, only if he were in the nude!
And if she had heard my conversation with the Duke, I am sure she would have preferred I took pictures, instead.

Slowly meandering towards our small group, the Duke pierced the edge of our circle. I decided to keep my distance at the tail end just outside the circle; although my husband kept reaching out to pull me in so I would be introduced.
I figured it would come in good time because I was in a good talkative mood, relaxed and not really nervous. It's not like I am 20 years old and tongue tied.
It wasn't until the Duke grabbed my hand forcibly, pulling me towards him, saying something to the effect 'nice to meet you' that I said, "thank you."  Under my breath so quietly my mouth barely moved.
I wasn't any more nervous than when I first met my daughter's psychiatrist who was also towering over me.

The way I talked to the Saudi prince was with the utmost respect because his whole persona commanded a more dignified response restricted to polite conversation; unlike the conversation I had with the Duke from England; the country we won our Independence from during the Revolutionary War. Just the presence of his handlers guarding him from a picture taken by me made me realize why we wanted our Independence from that country. There were other photographers in the room still taking pictures. Some professional. It was a very relaxed environment. The Duke was just doing his normal every day duties of entertaining the commoners.
Since we only had a fleeting moment to converse, the entire conversation was rather choppy. I could not feel my feet on the ground. It was as if I was floating and my sentences and words were floating around too. Nothing came together to make a cohesive sentence.

I don't know when or how we got on politics; although my husband will swear it would be in my nature. I do remember the Duke saying he was against our government's decisions to sue Arizona over the immigration law; to sue BP over the oil spill; trying to impress us with his knowledge of American politics. And since we knew little to nothing about English politics; we also were trying to impress him with our knowledge of American politics.

After listening to him talk about his political beliefs, I told him that he sounds like he listens to Fox News. He said he didn't know anything about Fox News. My husband inserted that it's a conservative news show that I record so I won't miss anything. He chuckled.
I told the Duke that I am a firm believer in the Tea Party and with that; he leaned towards me, towering over me with his six foot plus body, staring down into my upright face, slightly cocking his head; eyeing me like a bird inspecting a tiny insect before he ate it.

Then he said something to the affect of "Tea Party.....and Taxes?" My feet were still floating in the air and my mind couldn't connect all the words; so I stared up at his face without saying a word, but  thinking:  Is this a quiz?
I had no clue what he was asking me. When I did answer, "Do you mean,"taxation without representation," he had leaned back and rolled his eyes.

Later, I asked my friend who was standing with me what she made of the conversation. She said he definitely rolled his eyes twice; but she thought it might have been a gesture of thinking.
I said, 'no.'
I am sure he was rolling his eyes from something I had said; as I was wondering why he was doing that.

During the short 10 minute rendezvous with the Duke, all that mattered is that my husband felt I was an asset.
Although, the following day, we read in the newspaper that my husband's parent company and England who have a lucrative contract, was unexpectedly, canceled by England.  Some company people at the 'rendezvous' wondered if my remarks of being a 'Tea Party' sympathizer had anything to do with it.

Tea, anyone?

Let's Communicate

Obviously if I were bold I would be more aggressive and assert myself in every corner of the world and I would be getting responses from everyone in the world. Although, I was freaked when some guy on facebook asked me to be his friend. A perfect stranger whose language I couldn't begin to imagine what country, but definitely Arab. I could tell by all those curlicues.  What do you think I did?
Delete.

So how bold do I want to be? Bold enough to want others to respond to everything I write (without FEAR of retaliation from me.) I notice it's so easy for people commenting on blog sites of strangers because they know that no one knows them and they can say what they want.  They don't want to be 'Chicken Little' who looked stupid when the sky didn't fall.
I have some friends who are not afraid to disagree with me on anything. It's just their opinion against mine. It's not life threatening.

My take on being open about ones feelings is to be true to oneself without doing harm to others in the process. What do others consider as "harm." Their feelings are hurt?  I must not have any feelings.
Don't get me wrong, I do get mad, but not enough to cut friends out of my life for good, over one issue. Living in America, my limits are not pushed to the extreme. It's not like I live in Iran.

As people living together with different religions, ideas, politics I think we have to communicate those differences with civility while we have government laws to control the diversity in our country.

When a long time, best friend said that she could not talk to me any more because I refused to vote for Obama. She said she thought I was racist.  Well, that came out of the blue. All these years and I never knew her because we did not communicate; we only agreed with each other.
Finally when we did disagree, I thought she was very narrow minded to believe everything CNN or MSNBC said about racism; against everything I had told her for over 30 years.  How easily she forgot what I believed in compared to the propaganda she chose to believe.

We would be at war with each other without strong government laws which are based on our Forefather's Constitution and Bill of Rights which keep people from killing each other over opinions or beliefs. Look what happened when Russia gave independence to Bosnia and Herzegovina; to govern themselves; they did not have the laws set up to protect their differences and they had war.

Unless a country has very strong laws in place to protect all people no matter what differences they have; the country will not survive. People will do as they please; much like what Obama is trying to do now by ignoring our Constitution by placing illegal's rights above the rights of American citizens; thus, the Tea Party revolt to oppose the changes to our fundamental beliefs.

I must have told my friend a hundred times, I was a military brat who lived in the same housing as black people. I never saw a difference, except in color.
I learned in the 4th grade, when I saw a very tiny area of black skin rub off a little black boy, that there was white skin underneath that thin layer.
I thought at that time: Oh! My God, he's white underneath! Before that, I must have thought he was just another crayon in the coloring box; but now he was white with a tan.

I can be discriminating in what I like and dislike about different cultures; the more I learn about them.
I can be discriminating about the laws our country should rule by.  If the person is black, yellow, brown or white, I am free to disagree with them without them calling me racist. Name calling is only fear and ignorance and sometimes, even I get caught up in the 'socialism' fear.

I think some people avoid knowing the truth or even want an in depth analogy of why they feel so bigoted or bias, as if they enjoy having those feelings.  Much like a "sadist and masochist" who rolls in the pleasure of "being beaten to within an inch of their lives." What else could it be?  Fear of changing oneself into the unknown of becoming someone else. That is a scary thought.

Let's communicate. Maybe that fear will go away. Or maybe, it won't. Maybe, it will open a Pandora's Box that not even Pandora could imagine. At any rate, it's only fear of the unknown and that encompasses our entire life, thanks to God.

When is Art BullSh**

Most artists are not just expressing their own desires in imaginative ways; they also bullshit to get through that part of the art world that is superficial. 

In a nutshell: I was born with the ability to draw what I saw in nature.

I had to learn to paint on my own being stuck out in the Mississippi boonies.  I wanted perfection because I thought that all great artist painted with perfection and every stroke was a stroke of genius.  I thought I had to paint every single leaf on a tree. I never went to a museum to actually see a real masterpiece.

One painting I did in high school, that I liked the most, was painted near perfection, at least, to me. A Dutch windmill in a golden hay field on a clear day. An art instructor came to town  and saw that painting. He said I had the wrong color blue for the sky. As an artist with no art training. My first thought was that he obviously doesn't know great art when he sees it.

My first oil painting class was taught by the head of the art department of an all woman's college my freshman year.  The teacher obviously knew nothing about teaching art. He asked me to teach one of my classmates because she asked to be instructed in  dimensional techniques. He said he was tired of teaching the basic art techniques of the old masters. He wanted his students to throw the paint on the canvas. I told the teacher that if I wanted to throw paint on the canvas, I could stay home and do that. I didn't need a teacher.
Having taught myself, I preceded to teach this other woman what little I knew about painting. By the end of class, the woman finished her painting with pride and was grateful to me. It was the only satisfaction we both got out of that class.

During the same year, I heard there was an annual state fair that displayed artwork from all the colleges and universities. It was probably the same fair, that I never went too, when I was in high school. A high school teacher asked to entry one of my paintings in a state fair contest because she thought I had talent. No one thought it was important for me to go; only my painting. I won something for it, but I can't remember what. It had a ribbon on it when the teacher handed it back to me.  I was pleased with this painting because I chose the art medium and the subject.

The same thing happened again; only this time it was not art of my choosing.
This time, one of my college teachers asked me if she could show an art piece I did for her class. It would represent the school. It was a class assignment art piece that I loathed. I knew once the public saw it, they would never want to come to that college.

At the time, I was a poor art student.  I had to improvise by looking around my dorm for anything that could be glued together that would look like something artistic.  My imagination was way beyond what  I could actually afford. Our class assignment was to use glass, Styrofoam, yarn, pins, mirror and create something strange, obviously.
I had a partial glass box since I couldn't find equal glass sides. I trimmed the open side in orange yarn. Inside the glass box was a double sided mirror at a slat because my glass box was too small for the mirrors and I didn't have the means to change it.  I split a Styrofoam ball in half and stuck it to either side of the mirrors, recreating a reflection of a whole ball on each side of the mirrors. Each half ball had pins stuck in it with blue plaster gobbed on top. The teacher wanted something creative and she got it. It meant nothing to me. A pile of crap to be precise.

The teacher wanted this unusual "piece of crap" to represent the entire art department.  I guess it's true. One person's junk; is another person's treasure. Being always true to myself, I told her it was a piece of crap and she could have it and she did. 

Unbeknownst to me, she saved it. The following year she pulled it out again, I guess; as I never went to the fair, Ever! I never saw it again.  However, she cornered me in the hallway one day to say that 'the thing' had fallen apart.  Could I please draw a picture of how it looks, so she can glue it back together again for another showing.

Where is Sotheby and Christie when you need them?   Oh ya, I'm not dead yet.

Twenty years later, I took another art class. This time the teacher wanted the students to create art that affected the environment; much like the 3000 yellow umbrellas scattered along the California coastline; one of which killed a woman when the winds blew it down on top of her.  I had never known of an art piece killing someone.

The teacher walked us around the campus to look at past environmental art projects that still existed. One was a large mound of dirt that a previous art student had bulldozed. The art teacher seemed impressed that it was large. Obviously he had not been to any construction sites. 

A week later, there was my startling out-of-place environmental art, displayed in broad daylight standing by the art building. I could tell the teacher was perplexed; but by now, I had mastered the art of bullshitting my way through the art world. Just one more requirement to fill; in order to make it in the world of art.
As the group walked over to my art, one student in the group said:  it's National Tree week; unbeknownst to me. I never knew there was a tree celebration week. National Tree Week 27 November - 5 December 2010
I knew my guardian angels would come through for me even in times of meaningless babble. The art teacher could not deny my piece was right on target now. Blowing in the wind with colors of red, white and blue paisley designs in a 1960's dress was my proud, standing tall, tree with a blue hat.
My environmental contribution was to bring attention to the trees by giving them the same visual status as humans. So humans would equate trees as a living thing that gives us life through oxygen.
The tree is saying: I'm here. Look at me.  And they did.   At least I didn't dress 3000 of them.

I think art is many things to many people. It will always be one man's treasure to one man's junk.

Something that is created by an artist, doesn't mean it will have value; unless, in the year 4010, that meaningless and worthless creation is auctioned off by Christie as a 21st century artifact for $100,000,000.00.

I already feel sorry for the buyer.

Grizzly Mamas: Not Blue Collar, White Trash, Black Africian

 Youtube video of Sarah Palin's appeal to Grizzly Mamas

 This new advertisement by Sarah Palin may seem to the news media as if she is appealing to the Blue Collar working class moms, as one commentator suggested. I don't think Grizzlies think of themselves as Blue Collar moms? Just ask them and they would probably say:  Huh?

I believe Sarah is smarter than the elitists of the Washington crowd or the Liberals. She never needed anyone to hoist her artificially. A working wife/mother/grandmother that other worldly people cannot relate too; she is the real deal.  She is talking to moms because they see the urgency to stop further disasters for the sake of their children and will probably response faster to her message.

She, like most women, want to take some control of a man's world that has gone a- rye. No one is plugging the hole that is polluting the ocean and killing thousands of wildlife. It's already day 84 of continuous leaking.

Obama did organize ( his only experience) a committee to discuss the oil spill problem.  He has ordered 2 drilling moratoriums both of which the courts have overturned in favor of capitalism because this moratorium would kill even more jobs on the coast.
The following blog cites these problems:

Ineptitude. Incompetence. Inattention. We heard these themes consistently as we traveled across the Gulf, but perhaps the best description came from a local Louisiana official who told our team that the federal response was “stuck on stupid.” Indeed.

No one in the White House understands the seriousness of the damage done to the coastal areas. Obama is still playing golf, campaigning; without getting his hands dirty on the issues plaguing the country. He doesn't understand how critical it is to quickly prevent the tar balls from coming ashore. 
In fact, it has been 4 weeks since Obama mentioned the spill.  Spill! What Spill?

All moms have to prevent accidents; they have no time for meetings. A dead child can't be fixed.
For years moms just sat back and said nothing to the men who are in charge of the world problems. 

To understand Sarah's plea to all moms, one has to understand the nature of the beast with which she
is fighting.

Her future son-in-law, Levi Johnston, young and immature, got catch up in the celebration of being the future son-in-law to the notorious gun slinging barracuda Sarah Palin. Levi wanted out of his relationship with Sarah's daughter and the Liberals saw this as an advantage to smear Sarah across the liberal channels from Good Morning America to Larry King Live. He said Sarah is a phony who called her down syndrome baby a retard in private. Any degrading comment he made about the Palin family became headline news. Even Oprah jumped on the hype wagon and asked Sarah if Levi would be invited to her family Thanksgiving dinner after all the bad press he was giving her family.

Sarah did not take the bait to disown him.  She said that he would be invited, if he called.

After experiencing what the superficial and irresponsible Liberal news media and some Republicans had done to her reputation; Sarah understood as any mom would have understood with an open mind, what the news media was doing to Levi who was too immature to control it.
She knew he would come around after they used him up.  It was only a matter of time.

Last week there was an unexpected article in the People magazine:
Levi Johnston is calling a truce in his war of words with Sarah Palin, or possibly surrendering. Johnston, who fathered a child with Bristol Palin, tells People that he "publicly said things about the Palins that were not completely true," blaming post-breakup anger and "youthful indiscretion." 

Oh How I Hate to Sweep the Floor

Oh how I hate to sweep the floor.
To me it seems such a bore
To sweep the dust into the air
And watch it scatter everywhere

Nancy Kerry  1970

Is Your Life Pointless? Ever Wonder?

Is your life pointless? Do you ask yourself from time to time when there is a lull in your day. Why am I here? How was I chosen to be here?

Am I an ant to someone else. I am always stepping on them wondering if a relative will miss them. If only I could see them up close and personal; to know how they feel about their teeny tiny little life; all the while, wondering if someone is looking at my teeny tiny little life in the scope of the world or the galaxy for that matter.

Even an ant's life is not pointless. They are movers and cleaners of dead insects and dirt. They have a purpose, but don't ask them, because I am sure they think their life is pointless too. 

As I was saying, In Obama's Monarchy; Where is the Supreme Court?

I just happened to read that the Supreme Court is alive and well thank you, but not for long if Kagan gets nominated and the vote swings against all Constitutional reasoning into chaos.
Quoted from Newsmax.com below:

Supreme Court vs. Obama: The Battle Lines Are Drawn

I was struck by the coordinated attacks on the Supreme Court by liberals on the Judiciary Committee," Tom Fitton, president of the conservative Judicial Watch organization, tells Newsmax. "I cannot recall any similar, sustained attacks on the high court in all my years in Washington. It is likely discomforting to all the Supreme Court justices. Obama and his liberal allies are trying to politicize the Supreme Court in a way not seen since FDR's attempt to pack it with extra appointees." One thing appears certain: Supreme Court Justice John Roberts isn't likely to back down to Obama. Roberts reportedly still is angry over President Obama's decision to use the State of the Union address to scold the justices for their Citizens United v. FEC ruling, which rejected limitations on corporate and nonprofit electioneering. When Obama said during the State of the Union address that the ruling would "open the floodgates" to donations by foreign companies and other special interests to influence U.S. elections, Justice Samuel Alito mouthed the words "Not true." Politifact, the independent fact-checking organization, agreed with Alito. It rated the president's statement "barely true," calling it an exaggeration. In their majority opinion, the justices specifically stated that their decision would not overturn the longstanding prohibition in 2 U.S.C. 441e(b)(3) against any foreign-based organization "directly or indirectly" spending money to influence the outcome of any U.S. election. The president's decision to use his bully pulpit to frame the ruling's political impact incorrectly may have caused lasting damage to his relationship with the judiciary. The Los Angeles Times reported on Tuesday that "Chief Justice John Roberts Jr. is still angered by what he saw as a highly partisan insult to the independent judiciary."

The Obama administration has already run into a brick wall in various court venues regarding its policies. Its setbacks, beyond the Citizens United case, include: * The administration's six-month moratorium on offshore drilling was blocked by a federal judge who wrote that "the plaintiffs have established a likelihood of showing that the administration acted arbitrarily and capriciously in issuing the moratorium." When the administration tried to get a stay of that judge's order, that pleading also was rejected. * In District of Columbia v. Heller, the Supreme Court struck down by a 5-4 margin the ban on guns in Washington, D.C. As solicitor general, Kagan had argued that the D.C. gun ban should continue. * In June, by another 5-4 vote, the court expanded the protections in Heller to residents of all states, striking down a gun ban in Chicago as a violation of the Second Amendment right to bear arms. * The administration is soon expected to go to court to try to block the Arizona law that aims to enforce the federal prohibitions on illegal immigration. There has been speculation the delay in the administration's lawsuit stems from its uncertainty over how to attack a law that is largely patterned after existing regulations that the federal government has declined to enforce. In part, the impending clash as the administration pushes its agenda forward appears to reflect the nation's growing partisan divide. In last week's confirmation hearings, Sen. John Cornyn, R-Texas, pushed Kagan to identify any area of economic activity that the federal government, under the U.S. Constitution, is not permitted to regulate. Kagan declined, saying, "I wouldn't try to." "It is not surprising that Kagan was reluctant to provide an example of an economic activity that Congress can’t regulate under the Constitution’s Commerce Clause," Levey tells Newsmax. "To some degree, this reflects the sorry state of Commerce Clause jurisprudence, in which the Supreme Court has refused to enforce any meaningful limits on Congress’s enumerated powers. "But Kagan also had something more specific in mind," Levey says. "She was clearly trying to keep her options open for stretching the Commerce Clause wide enough to allow her to uphold Obamacare’s individual insurance mandate."

Obama's Monarchy

"Give me liberty....." I think Patrick Henry said it best:

".... Why stand we here idle? What is it that gentlemen wish?What would they have? Is life so dear, or peace so sweet, as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery? Forbid it, Almighty God! I know not what course others may take; but as for me, give me liberty, or give me death."
                                                                                                           
Patrick Henry - March 23, 1775   http://www.historyplace.com/speeches/henry.htm

Upon this 4th of July day in the year 2010, please God help us to have the same courage as our forefathers. May we not forget by remembering and honoring those great men and women who gave us this great land of freedom that other countries either revere or abhor; and help us maintain our integrity by being loyal to their ideals.

"..at the price of chains and slavery" when Patrick Henry said these words referring to the British Monarchy's control of American's rights by overly taxing and regulating the people.

He could have been talking about Obama's Administration's take over of private companies without the will of the people. The people's monies from taxation used against their will to purchase the freedom of capitalism.
 To take over our freedom by which we rule ourselves through the majority vote.
The majority of Americans voted for "Hope and Change"not realizing that Hope and Change could mean anything. Obama 'hoped' he would win the election, so he could change the country to his agenda. It goes beyond broken promises when there was No promise. A wolf in sheep's clothing.
Yes, President Bush also lied by breaking most of his promises after he was elected. He promised 'no nation building'and then he went into Iraq, but Obama is going beyond traditional changes.
He is very unpatriotic. He is not a true American in the way of our forefathers.

By not reading the laws that were created to protect America and American citizens, Obama destroys the very foundation of our country. The foundation that has kept us strong all these years.

Obama, the Attorney General, and Home Land Security Secretary publicly propagandized their position to sue Arizona before they read the Arizona Immigration law that they opposed.
When the Mexico's President Calderon, came to the White House; President Obama stood by the Mexican's president's speech to condemn Arizona.
No true American President would support Mexico's illegal stance against an American State who is defending it's borders; but Obama does this repeatedly without having read the law and without any recourse from the public.  This blog below says it all:

Mexican President Felipe Calderon bashes Arizona’s immigration law from White House lawn
'...Finally, despite the high level of hypocrisy from Calderon, our own president who is supposed to have our backs, is out there joining in on the bashfest with Calderon. There was a time here in America when Obama’s actions would have deservedly earned him the title “traitor'.   

Obama promised to bring the country together; yet he boycotts a State of our United States: Arizona. Our forefathers must be turning over in their graves.

This propagandizing in the highest office of America is beyond comprehension.   The laws are being ignored by this Administration through ignorance or corruption.  Like Patrick Henry said:
       "...Why stand we here idle? What is it that gentlemen wish?  What would they have?
       Is life so dear, or peace so sweet, as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery?"

 No American should tolerate such insolence toward our UNITED States. All the brave Americans are overseas fighting in Afghanistan and Iraq. Where are they here?

I am beginning to feel that all that "hate" towards America that Obama heard from Reverend Wright in his church really did sink in after 20 years of attendance.  Obama is trying to enslave the very country that he feels enslaved half of his people...the other half being white. of course.
Just recently, the United States court dropped a case against the Black Panthers who were intimidating white voters at the polls during Obama's election. There is video tape of Black Panthers in uniforms at the poll booths with bully clubs. There are witnesses. A civil rights attorney who fought for voting rights for blacks in the South along side of Robert Kennedy said that this Black Panther movement is clearly against law and he had never seen such blatant behavior as this even when he was in the South with Robert Kennedy. However, Obama's Attorney General had the case against the Black Panthers dropped. Therefore protecting the rights of the abuser against the intimidated.
"Panther case dismissal needs explanation

How much more UnAmerican can a President become?

When presidents of the United States make promises to get elected and break those promises after they are elected; where is the power to throw them out before the damage is done? Perjury should be on the top of the list for dismissal. Perjury that goes against the law of the land, our Constitution, and the people of the United States.

Our forefathers created the separation of powers: legislative, executive, Judicial; in order, to create balance and fairness. When the Executive branch says that big business and wall street are corrupt and greedy and need to be controlled; the Executive branch then becomes the very greed and corrupt organization that it abhors by overriding it's own boundaries.

Every institution becomes greedy and corrupt with too much power.  What caused this environment of out of control corruption. It was the Legislative branch of government. If they had done their job by overseeing and maintaining the laws that protected the average person on the street, big businesses would not have run amok.

Instead, government's own lack of Legislative laws created the greed and corruption and now the Executive branch feels it has the power to take control over private companies by buying them out with taxpayer money. The people should own the company, not the Executive branch which has become our British monarchy much like, in the days of Patrick Henry.

An Obama Monarchy that controls the taxes and the private companies.

The more the government taxes the people; the less money there is for the people to prosper.
The government takes power over the people by creating false regulations to illegally tax individuals into poverty. Where is the balance and the fairness? Where is the Supreme Court?

It's one problem for a private company or person to be greedy and corrupt. People can choose to avoid them or take them to court.  It's quit another problem for the government to become powerful through taxation (acquiring of wealth) in order to control the same people they tax. Who will take the government to court for illegal practices.

I am sure a 100 years from now, our childrens' children will be studying our history in a lesson plan on  how fast our nation digressed from our original Constitutional beliefs in just 233 young years. 

Where is your Liberty Now?

The Woman and Her Balls

I guess that got your attention. For some reason people are fascinated with "balls." Of all the blogs I have written the one titled, Men and Their Balls got the most attention. I am sure it had more to do with the fascination of sex. Is that still news?? I thought Adam and Eve discovered that years ago. Where were you?

And yes this title is appropriate since I have the balls to write what I think. My husband always said I have more balls than he has, but I can't find them. On the days I do find them, I am told I have to cover them up.
What's the point of having balls if you don't use them.
You know what they (whomever they are) say, "Use them or Lose them."

Since a woman is taught to be ladylike her balls shrunk up a long time ago. I can remember my mother repeatedly saying to me, "Nancy, act like a lady." I remember thinking: I am acting.

I haven't lost all my balls.

Yesterday I heard that the reform bill on financing before congress included a 10% tax increase on all tanning salons; upsetting the tanning industry. They said it was unfair to them as botox injections were taken out of  the bill at the very last minute. Wondering why tanning would be discriminated against over botoxing.  What came to mind:   Obama already has a tan.
Of course, I am joking. Congress made the decision, not Obama. I just wanted you to know I had the balls to say it.