Liberals are a motley crew, but the DNA strand connecting most of them is an overpowering, almost obsessive-compulsive drive to make everything line up, balance, and come out even.
Obsessed with rearranging, realigning, and controlling the natural order of everything and everyone on Earth to fit the perfect liberal-progressive model, they quickly find disillusionment. Their cockamamie ideas meet with scorn and ridicule in the real world of reason and common sense. While a very high percentage of conservatives are actually grownup liberals who found truth and reason accompanied their years, most liberals find peace and tranquility in a make-believe world.
Frustrated by their inability to manipulate the behavior of others, yet having an uncontrollable fixation to make everything “equitable,” liberals learned long ago to harness the power of government.
They feel a self-aggrandizing compassion to empower government to create – not an equal playing field – but equal results. “Social justice” and balance (redistribution) among all people, classes, and “things,” are staples in every liberal pantry.
Enter Barack Obama marching in perfect step with his Democratic entourage to the rhythmic drumbeat of class warfare and race baiting. Together, they wail monotonously with cries of “disparity” in American society, insisting that everything must meet their definition of “fair.”
When liberals convince, coerce, and bribe government into implementation of their twisted theories, it creates a dam restricting the free-flowing waters of entrepreneurship, ideas, and success once so well-known in American society. Government interference by excessive taxation and crushing regulation restricts commerce and personal freedom with one grand purpose: equalizing the level of success downstream. They never allow it to exceed some predefined level established as “equitable” by a statist government and its stewards, the bureaucrats.
Progressive government promised bountiful, blissful waters under their control. Instead, the dam created fetid cesspools of stagnation downstream from the government’s dam. The casualties trapped by liberal ideology in these wretched cesspools, and slums cover every region of the country held tightly in the greedy clutches of the Democratic Party’s radical left-wing.
Americans are not victims of free enterprise or Capitalism, but from out-of-control government. The President blames Wall Street, business, banks, and has dozens of other inane excuses for the worst economy since the Great Depression, and with the disparity of wealth and income. The federal government deliberately prevents normal movement and mobility between classes and represses freedom and initiative. Liberal-Progressives produced and directed the economic malaise and the perpetual state of dependency that afflicts our country. Ronald Reagan said it plainly enough, “Government is not a solution to our problem; government is the problem.”
Progressive thought always misses the first basic law of life, not every inequality in this world is injustice, and not all injustices are fixable by government. Therefore, some laws of natural order will not succumb to even the most ardent liberal mind or government will.
Millions of Americans are casualties of their meddling and historically, these unlucky benefactors of liberalism receive inferior educations, city services, police and fire protection, and private retail services. Politicians take the tax and regulatory whip to business and taxpaying Americans, driving them into temporary refuges in other cities, states, and offshore where they find a more receptive attitude to free enterprise.
Never one to take failure nor facts for an answer, the community organizer from Chicago recognizes this and wants federal control and funding for the “cesspools of liberalism” in every city, county and state. Thereby, he reasons, there is no escape for the victims, no respite for the taxpayers, and yet another generation is saddle-broken to government.
Personal, economic, and constitutionally-guaranteed freedoms are never options in a liberal-progressive’s mind. Freedom is much too disorganized and untidy, and represents unnerving threats to their perfectly organized, superior intellect, and their controlling nature. Every brilliant spark from a liberal mind ignites more injustice, and liberty’s fervor diminishes.
When they whine of perceived inequities, they become fodder for politicians and despots who understand how to control and use them for nefarious ends. They earned the title “useful Idiots” for their support of vicious dictators in Europe. An overabundance of these people congregate in positions of power at universities and in the media. Often called the intelligentsia, they promote the concept of ordinary Americans living in servitude. It is the perfect solution as it represents a theoretical, perfectly organized universe. There are no winners or losers, no right or wrong, and no disparity in income, wealth, or status. However, as it is with all dictatorial governments, there are really two classes of people; the ruling class and the masses, commonly called “the people” by the communists.
Historically, the moors to which liberalism anchors its destructive ideologies are class warfare and ignorance. It is a tragic time in American history when a President of the United States spends a vast amount of his daily communications and activities spewing propaganda, promoting ignorance, and dividing the country with class warfare rhetoric. Obama and all liberals depend upon the media, and over the long-term, the state-controlled public education system – to advance and support that ignorance. The more they stray from reality and facts, the greater the need for lies and propaganda. As syndicated columnist and economist, Walter Williams says, “Class warfare thrives on ignorance.”
Ignore these people at your peril. They are relentless, cunning, and highly skilled back-alley warriors who specialize in scorch-and-burn politics. They throw punches and scream when anyone mounts a defense. When confronted by facts or challenged, they hurl invectives of racism and class warfare, shout down and diminish opponents, and then filibuster until everyone, intimidated or bored, walks away. While most people, busy building constructive lives, dismiss them as kooks, a liberal’s life work is that of a controlling tyrant. Determined and in the fight for the long-term, they will win the war by attrition unless conservative Americans unite and fight them with the same ferociousness.
Will the next Presidential election be another “date which will live in infamy” in U. S. history? Will that be the day America falls out of love with liberty and embraces Marxism as its new lover? Will we sacrifice our constitutional ideals for an abusive relationship that promises carefree subsistence, but at the price of our dignity and self-determination?
Remember Obama’s new internet advertisement – “Our work isn’t done yet!” These words should fill the heart of every freedom-loving American with sheer terror. Liberals’ idea of the “Perfect World Order” may be nearer than we imagined. The more they reshape the universe to fit their model world, the tighter, and heavier the chains of servitude on the rest of humanity.
Jim Mullen is a Contributing Writer to The Bold Pursuit
by Kara L. Kraemer
Wakened shadows of bright lights glow from within my heart,
To feel the beating ember of hope, resolute and stalwart.
There amidst the clamor of Christmas bells, I know
Glory and honor due to You this season will flow
Even up into the heavens.
A silent prayer within me swells,
Alight with thanksgiving that dwells
For always within for the Son whose name we praise
And celebrate with peace and love on holy days
Throughout all the earth.
O Blessed Redeemer, never does Your beauty wane.
Robed in splendor, You are king and will forever reign.
We triumph in Your coronation,
Rejoice in our eternal salvation
From within the depths of our souls.
Printed with Permission, Copyright 2008, Kara L. Kraemer
by Cam Vallee, our “Northern Neighbour”
I was raised in the very small French Canadian community of St. Lina, Alberta, Canada. It is located as far north in that Province and near to the tundra line that you can get. The eldest child of a family of eight we were the definition of dirt poor but never knew it. While farmers grew grand fields of wheat all around our tiny farm, the only thing the ground seemed to want to grow where we were located was rocks. I can remember my father hitching one of the horses up to a dirt sled and we would walk behind it picking up rocks and chucking them onto the back of the sled. We would then take them to the edge of the property and dump them down a small hill. I swear those rocks used to walk right back up that hill again bringing their families with them because when we did the same thing the next day they were back!
My mother could make a great soup out of nothing! She could take a scrawny chicken and use what meat there was on it to feed us for a week. If I had shoes, they never fit me properly. We all needed dress shoes for Church. I was an altar boy but all we ever got were hand me downs. To this day, my toes are clawed from the constant wearing of shoes way too small for my feet when I was a kid. But you never thought of complaining! You wore them with pride!
We were probably the poorest French family in that community but you would never have guessed it by our memories! We were always well fed and clean. Lived each day having adventures in that part of Canada Tom Sawyer could only dream about! Christmas was always more about the Church and the one orange we always looked forward to getting than it ever was about gifts. Mom was as handy with her knitting needles as she was with the soups so she always made sure there was some little thing under the tree for each of us.
One Christmas however, was very special to me and I have never forgotten it to this day. Under the tree was a beautifully wrapped square box! I had never gotten anything before that was not a scarf or a hat or mittens so having something hard to open was shocking to me! I held that thing in my lap for well over an hour just touching the paper on it. Candy cane wrapping paper. I can see it clear as a bell even though it was almost sixty years ago. I can still smell the wood fire burning and feel the heat that generated through our small farm house. I can still clearly hear my brothers and sisters laughing and happy and see my parents sitting together just watching us all.
The thought of having to tear that paper off that box made me sick to my stomach. It was just too special. Too beautiful to destroy. I carefully removed the string that held it closed and rolled it up stuffing it in my pocked. A fellow never knew when he would have a sudden need for some good string! Carefully I peeled the wrapping paper off the gift. Not just because it was pretty. There were all kinds of uses for tissue like wrapping paper in the very early 1950’s if you get my drift! Tucking that into my pocket for my own personal benefit I then turned the box every way I could making sure there was nothing I was missing. Nope, nothing but heavy brown cardboard!
Using my jacknife I carefully slit the top of the box open and almost reluctantly opened the lid. Inside I found the most amazing present that I was ever to get in my whole dang life! A real, bonafide, paint by number set! Amazing did not describe my absolute glee at having been given such a wonderful thing!
The thing about that gift was that I never knew such a thing even existed! I immediately knew I could take that gift and turn it into something beautiful! I knew right away I could do that and give it to the most beautiful woman in the world as a gift and that she would love it as much as I did. So I took my time in early winter and spring carefully following the directions on the set and bringing that painting to life.
I got my father to help me make a frame for that picture and proudly presented it to my mother on Mother’s day. She loved the candy cane wrapping paper I wrapped it in. Stared at it for a long time before she started to open the box. Even gave me back the string I had so carefully saved.
60 years later, it still hangs in my mom’s craft room. It will be mine someday but I am always grateful to go over to her place to share a coffee with my parents and talk about the good old days. Seeing that old picture still hanging on her wall is worth more to me that anything.
Still having them with me after all these years will be my greatest gift this year. How lucky does that make me?
Merry Christmas everyone!
by Robert Arvay
When Ross Perot ran for the presidency in 1992, he came closer to winning than any third party candidate in memory, but in the end, his campaign drew votes more heavily from Republicans than from Democrats. Perot was credited with causing Bill Clinton to win, and George H.W. Bush to lose his reelection bid. (Personally, I blame H.W. If he had continued the Reagan economic policies, he would have been reelected in a landslide.)
Now as the year 2012 approaches, with its presidential election, we see a Republican field that has yet to produce a front runner around which Republicans can enthusiastically unite. Will a third party fiasco be repeated?
There is one important dynamic that could cause a repeat of the Ross Perot effect, and that is the existence in the Republican party of two die-hard factions.
The “establishment” wing of the Republican Party, which might be known as the Rockefeller, patrician or blue-blood faction, is represented by Karl Rove, and by elected Republicans who have held office long enough to have become fixtures in the government. We call them RINOs.
The TEA Party faction, otherwise known as the conservatives, only recently appeared on the scene — around 2008. This faction is the one that was already rebelling against the GW Bush presidency for its big spending and borrowing habits. It was very dissatisfied by the nomination of RINO McCain, but became energized and hopeful when Sarah Palin took the stage as VP nominee.
When the McCain campaign lost, Sarah Palin continued the good fight as the TEA Party became a front line force of conservatism. With the memory of the Ross Perot losses in 1992 and 96, the TEA Party decided not to form a third party, but rather to “take over” the Republican Party.
But the RINOs are not to be underestimated. They adhere to the saying that “old age and treachery will always trump youth and enthusiasm.”
The RINOs have an enormous investment in keeping things the way they are. While they would prefer to win elections rather than to lose them, they perceive that they would be better off as a minority party under the rule of Democrats, than to yield their party to upstart conservatives.
RINOs are quite comfortable in the present system, even if they lose elections. Karl Rove will never find a cushy job in the TEA Party.
Democrats, Progressives and Liberals on the other hand, have a ferocity that RINOs utterly lack. The Left will fight tooth and nail, lie, cheat and worse, not only to get elected, but also to promote their socialist agenda. They are utterly indifferent to the fact that socialism always fails. They only care that it wins elections.
But the TEA Party ALSO has that fire in the belly. In 2010, they demonstrated their increasing power and skill by getting a significant number of their candidates elected, ousting many Liberals and RINOs. Consequently, the TEA Party made enemies in both camps.
This explains why RINOs sat by silently while the Left lied about and libeled Sarah Palin. The RINOs would rather lose to Obama than to win with Sarah Palin.
The new dynamic is that rank and file Republicans are increasingly aware that the Democrats are ruining the nation, perhaps on a very long-term basis. As we move closer to selecting a Republican nominee for president, that disaffection will begin to eclipse the RINO influence in the Republican Party.
If there is another Ross Perot fiasco, the irony may be that the spoilers who hand victory to the Democrats will not be the TEA Party, but the RINOs.
Unless the TEA Party can attract very large numbers of Independents and Reagan Democrats, the Democrats will retain power – and that will be the ruin of America.
Our work is cut out for us. Let’s win one for the Gipper … and for our children.
Robert Arvay is a Contributing Writer to The Patriot’s Notepad.
by Genevieve, Senior Advisor and Editor
‘Twas the night before Christmas, and…
Bet you expected me to recite one of our favorite Christmas poems. I love it, too; but, would like to share my own Christmas story (not a poem, however, since I don’t understand iambic pentameter and all that poetic type stuff.) I’ll just relate my recollection of my childhood Christmases in basic English. (At least you don’t have to be multilingual to interpret my tale.
Since I’m rarely ever politically correct, you most likely will find some gaffes as you read along. I can’t apologize for being an ordinary, everyday American citizen in this extraordinary country for longer than I like to admit. As a reference point in the continuum of my life, I will confess to almost 69 years on this planet.
But, I digress. The long-awaited Christmas Eve was somewhat uneventful at my house. Dad refused to buy a tree prior to Christmas Eve since he was able to purchase one for only $1, freeing up more money for “boilermakers” at the local pub. Our tree was festooned with chains fashioned from construction paper. Occasionally, Dad fought with tangled strings of lights to use for a more festive-looking tree. His colorful language was worth it when the tree was lit with “bubble” lights glowing in the midst of the other lights. Mom’s Christmas angel atop the tree was unremarkable, but very special. She announced the birth of Jesus Christ, the savior of mankind. Of course, at that age, I was much more interested in what gifts Santa would bring.
Christmas Eve was the only night that Mom didn’t have to drag me off to bed. I always wanted to stay up with the adults. Not an option for little kids. On this most Holy Night, I couldn’t wait to go to bed since that meant that Santa would be there sooner. The logic of a child is so rationally irrational. After going to bed, I lay wide awake certain that I could hear Santa dropping down the chimney with all the gifts.
Mom always read The Littlest Angel to me on Christmas Eve. This traditions still remains my favorite.
Each year, my sister and I were disappointed to learn that we each had received only one toy. Everything else was clothing. Just plain old pajamas, slippers, shoes, and sundry other “practical” gifts. Mom’s fixed budget didn’t allow much gift-giving flexibility. I didn’t understand at the time; but she did her best to spread her household allowance from Dad’s meager paycheck so that each of us had several gifts to open. Most of the packages were wrapped in white tissue paper tied with colored string that had strands of silver through it. Needless to say, we weren’t impressed with articles of clothing for gifts. We wanted “impractical” things like dolls, games, etc.
One of my fondest memories is stringing popcorn and placing it on the after-Christmas tree for the birds to eat. Standing in snow approximately 6 inches deep (watching our breath turn white against the cold), we enjoyed watching God’s gift to us – the sparrows, red birds, blue birds, etc. – delight in the feast provided.
Life is changing so quickly, and things are being taken away with many attempts to take even more; but no one can ever take the innocence and purity of childhood away.
Merry Christmas to all, and to all, a good night.
Every year, the US Senate passes a bill to authorize appropriations for the Department of Defense and its military programs across all branches. Some of these bills include controversial provisions or unrelated amendments that prevent unanimity in their approval, such as the 2010 bill that extended unemployment benefits. However, this year’s bill, S.B. 1867, adds provisions that allow the indefinite imprisonment of all accused terrorists, even American citizens! Read that carefully: the indefinite imprisonment, not of those tried and convicted of terrorism, but merely those accused. How can the United States claim the moral high ground of promoting democracy and liberty, when we pass a law taking away one of the most fundamental rights that our citizens enjoy under the protection of our constitution?
The relevant section of the bill falls under Subtitle D, Section 1031, which grants the President the authority “to detain covered persons,” defined as those who aided in the 9/11 attacks, or aided hostile forces such as Al Qaeda or the Taliban. Plausible enough, but the detaining allows for “detention under the law of war without trial.” This leads to a tautology – a mere accusation brands you as a terrorist, and no trial is needed to prove or disprove this, just Presidential fiat, EVEN FOR AMERICAN CITIZENS! This detention lasts “until the end of hostilities,” which presumably will occur when terrorism and terrorist acts cease to exist. Does anyone know when terrorism will end?
More so than my disappointment in Congress, I’m disappointed in the Obama administration for its response to the bill – not a condemnation of overreach and the abrogation of American rights, but a condemnation of the constraints placed on the Presidency to detain American citizens without cause or trial. The United States Constitution sets the standard for prosecuting treason in Article 3, requiring two witnesses or a sworn testimony. This bill only requires an accusation, nothing more. Unfortunately, it’s difficult to muster much outrage, when these acts have been US policy for a decade; S.B. 1867 merely codifies it. Any opponents of unchecked executive power should remain wary. To outright retire our protection of freedom in the name security is more than unconstitutional; it’s a step down a very slippery slope.
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