When will someone in D.C. Get Some Guts

You know, I ride along here, in our truck, while listening to what is misnamed as news and wonder why no-one will stand up and speak out. I mean, money is nice, power can cause great drunkenness, having your name on buildings, streets, colleges, parks, bridges, airports, etc., all that, I'm sure, can be very mesmerizing, but isn't your integrity, your honor, your country and countrymen worth something? Personally, I think it is worth more than all the other, of course I've had none of the other so I can't say one way or another, but I know what I think.

I am just wondering when someone in D.C. will grow a pair, get some guts and stand up on national television, every time they get the opportunity and tell the folks across America how unconstitutional this health care bill, among other things,really is. (I know I just ended a sentence in a preposition, and to my mother, I apologize, sometimes it seems a must, but I digress...). Back to the point here, Who is the federal government, who works for us, the citizens of the United States of America, to tell us that they are mandating health insurance for all? And who the hell do they think they are to tell us we won't be forced to give up the insurance we have? They work for us and they need to know that. I know I'm preaching to the choir here, but maybe one, just one, derelict in Washington will stumble upon this and realize that they are selling their souls for 1 quick drink. Hell, I'd bet that WE THE PEOPLE would buy you drinks for the rest of your life if you'd just grow a pair.

By the way, I think Olympia Snowe and Susan Collins are the worst representatives in the Senate. These two are the most liberal of the republican party and should not be financed by any conservative or any RNC funds for their re-election bids. I obviously have no say in what the RNC does with their money, since I don't give to parties, but rather to individual candidates, but these to are the reason for that particular choice in my life.

Someone please wake up. Use all the money you have stolen, over time and during your rein as Senator or House Rep, buy a bunch of radio, television and newspaper space and billboard space and tell the folks in America how you have awakened and that the crap Congress is doing is totally unconstitutional and even treasonous to the United States of America. My guess is that it will come back to you 10 fold and you will definitely be a better person, if not a more monetarily wealthy person for your truthfulness. Oh it will probably cost you a lot of clout in congress, maybe even your seat, but you will have "WE THE PEOPLE" behind you. Don't believe me? Look at Joe Wilson. Of course Joe got in trouble for what he done and appears to have his tail between his legs in retreat now. STAND UP!!

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Beware of Dinner With Obama...A Parable

While having some minor work done on the truck this morning, I met a fellow patriot at the shop in which we were. Lynn, a manager for a local delivery company, showed a grand Love of Country, and true concern for the direction this administration has taken this Country. Lynn signed our truck, pics to be posted at the 912 Truck blog site when our computer is returned to operating condition and I can return this one to it's rightful owner. I appreciate the use but this thing is a true "piece". Anyway, Lynn was kind enough to forward a story to me and I thought I'd post it here. It follows...

Dinner with Obama, a Parable ......
Once upon a time, I was invited to the White House for a private dinner with the President.
I am a respected businessman, with a factory that produces memory chips for computers and portable electronics.

There was some talk that my industry was being scrutinized by the administration,
but I paid it no mind.

I live in a free country. There's nothing
that the government can do to me if I've broken no laws.
My wealth was earned honestly, and an invitation to dinner with an American President is an honor.

I checked my coat, was greeted by the Chief of Staff,
and joined the President in a yellow dining room.
We sat across from each other at a table draped in white linen.
The Great Seal was embossed on the China. Uniformed staff served our dinner.

The meal was served, and I was startled when my waiter suddenly reached out,
plucked a dinner roll off my plate, and began nibbling it as he walked back to the kitchen.

"Sorry about that," said the President. "Andrew is very hungry."

"I don't appreciate..." I began, but as I looked into the calm brown eyes across from me,
I felt immediately guilty and petty. It was just a dinner roll.
"Of course," I concluded, and reached for my glass.
Before I could, however, another waiter reached forward, took the glass away and swallowed the wine in a single gulp.

"And his brother Eric is very thirsty." said the President I didn't say anything.
The President is testing my compassion, I thought. I will play along.

I don't want to seem unkind.

My plate was whisked away before I had tasted a bite.

"Eric's children are also quite hungry."

With a lurch, I crashed to the floor.

My chair had been pulled out from under me. I stood, brushing myself off angrily,
and watched as it was carried from the room.

"And their grandmother can't stand for long."

I excused myself, smiling outwardly, but inside feeling like a fool.
Obviously I had been invited to the White House to be sport for some game.
I reached for my coat, to find that it had been taken.
I turned back to t he President.

Their grandfather doesn't like the cold."

I wanted to shout- that was my coat!
But again, I looked at the placid smiling face of my host and decided I was being a poor sport.

I spread my hands helplessly and chuckled.
Then I felt my hip pocket and realized my wallet was gone.
I excused myself and walked to a phone on an elegant side table.
I learned shortly that my credit cards had been maxed out, my bank accounts emptied,
my retirement and equity portfolios had vanished, and my wife had been thrown out of our home.

Apparently, the waiters and their families were moving in.
The President hadn't moved or spoken as I learned all this,
but finally I lowered the phone into its cradle and turned to face him.

"Andrew's whole family has made bad financial decisions.
They haven't planned for retirement, and they need a house.. T
hey recently defaulted on a sub-prime mortgage.
I told them they could have your home. They need it more than you do."

My hands were shaking. I felt faint. I stumbled back to the table and knelt on the floor.

The President cheerfully cut his meat, ate his steak and drank his wine..
"By the way," He added, "I have just signed an Executive Order nationalizing your factories.
I'm firing you as head of your business. I'll be operating the firm now for the benefit of all mankind.
There's a whole bunch of Erics and Andrews out there and they can't come to you for jobs groveling like beggars."

I looked up.
The President dropped his spoon into the empty dish which had been his Creme Brulee.
He drained the last drops of his wine.
As the table was cleared, he lit a cigarette and leaned back in his chair.

He stared at me. I clung to the edge of the table as if were a ledge and I were a man hanging over an abyss.
I thought of the years behind me, of the life I had lived.

The life I had earned with a lifetime of work, risk and struggle. Why was I punished?
How had I allowed it to be taken?
What game had I just played ... and lost?

What had I done wrong?

As if answering the unspoken thought,

the President suddenly cocked his head, locked his empty eyes to mine,

and bared a million beautiful white teeth, chuckling wryly as he folded his hands.

"You are a total idiot," he said. "You should have stopped me at the dinner roll..."


Lynn Boissoneault

Makes you wonder what kind of dinner was served to the Auto Companies, the Insurance Companies, the Drug Companies, the Banks, the Financial Institutions, etc., etc., and who, on the staff may be hungry this time. I also, wonder in a suspicious kind of way, who really got the beer, served at the "beer summit", a few months ago. There are an awful lot of "thirsty, homeless, drunks in D.C.. I mean...I'm just sayin'.

In God I Trust
Have a Great Day and a Better Tomorrow
ADW