Let Freedom Ring

　Governments are instituted among Men (and Women), deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed, — That whenever any Form of Government becomes destructive of these ends, it is the Right of the People to alter or to abolish it, and to institute a new Government.

Our Founding Fathers said that 233 years ago, and I believe that WE THE PEOPLE, have the right to take our country back from these traitorous spendaholics before they drive us into nation bankruptcy.

When will the Left learn that everyone in this world HATES what we stand for, and are just laughing at us as our government Marches towards Communism. I hate to tell the Left this, but the Walls came crumbling down 20 years ago, and no matter how hard they try, WE THE PEOPLE will not let it happen here!

My fellow patriots, it is time to put petty bickering and party politics behind us, and STAND TOGETHER AS ONE!

Its time to tell these robber barons in Washington that we will be SILENT NO MORE!

If they can’t do their jobs, they need to be removed and replaced by people who will enact some laws for the people.

My patriot brothers and sisters, we CANNOT take this lying down. It is time that Washington heard our VOICE!

Standup and be COUNTED!

Standup and be HEARD!

Tell them that WE THE PEOPLE HAVE SPOKEN!!!

 

What The Hell Is Wrong With My Family?

Like the title says, “What the Hell is wrong with my family?”

I’m the political one in my family, all the others to me just don’t give a damn.

I have been active in politics since I was 12 years old. I ran Ronald Reagan’s presidential campaign in ELEMENTARY school. I have been active in other campaigns, and even had a stint working for the Georgia Republican Party.

Though I must confess, since I have become disabled, my physical political activities have dropped to next to nothing. However, since I got a computer, and got online, I have took off into the world of cyber-politics. RedState, Glenn Beck and the 9/12 Project, Don’t Tread On Us. I have started feeling like I was finally coming back to life.

Every time I try to convince my family about the evils of partisan politics, our country’s march to socialism, and other important issues, they brush me off, telling me “its not important to my life.”

Well, when they wake up and see the freedoms they take for granted have been taken away one by one, I’m sure they’ll say “we never saw it coming.” BUT THEY DID! I TRIED TO TELL YOU!

I have made friends over politics, lost friends over politics. I have debated, argued, and even once come to blows. This matters to me.

So, family dear, if you expect me to take an interest in your life and listen to your views, at least have the common courtesy to at least listen to mine.

　

Was It Really A Mandate For Change?

Election Day, 2008

All over the TV, all over America, even all over the world, everybody said that the election of Barack Obama was a “Mandate For Change.”

But was it truly?

Well, technically yes.

The Merriam Webster Dictionary gives the follow definition for Mandate: An authorization to act, given to a representitive.

Is that not what an election is?

Mandate does not mean that its an overwhelming landslide. But, the mainstream media and the Democratic Party wants us to believe this to be true.

That for the exception of 61 million people who voted for Senator McCain, Mister Nader, Mister Barr, and the others, ALL of America welcomed Senator Barack Obama to the White House.

But it WASN’T the “Mandate” we were lead to believe. I did some figuring last night and this is what I found out.

Figures from Wikipedia and Google

In the 2008 election, the results went like this:

Senator Barack Obama (D) 69,498,215 votes 52.93% of votes cast 365 Electoral votes

Senator John McCain (R) 59, 948,240 votes 45.66% of votes cast 173 Electoral votes

Other Candidates 1,850,529 votes 1.41% of votes cast

0 Electoral votes

If you do the math, that is only a 7.27% majority out of the 131,296,984 votes cast.

But, Obama’s percentage drops to 32.68% if you figure in all the eligible voters (which were 212,720,027). The percentage drops even lower if you figure in the entire US population (303,824,640) it becomes 22.87%.

Which means that statistically, only 1 in every 4 1/2 people voted for Barack Obama.

So the Democratic Party and its Media Machine can boast that Obama’s election was a mandate, because technically, that’s true. But remember, it wasn’t the overwhelming majority that they want you to believe.

 

Star Wars: The Clone Wars

Star Wars: The Clone Wars

Episode #5: “Rookies”

 

Hello, all!

It’s been a while since I have posted anything on this blog, so I have decided to start reviewing some of my favorite TV shows.

This episode aired on 10/24/2008.

The best confidence builder is experience.

The one thing I didn’t like about this episode was they had to put Jedi in it. What I have wanted to see from the end of Episode II Attack of the Clones, was more stories about them, but other than that, it was a good story.

We find our under trained clone troopers at a tracking station on a moon in the Rishi Sector, complaining of being bored and seeing no action. Well, they got it. Newly built Separatist Commando droids, attack the station as a first step to attack Kamino, where they are made. The droids overtake the station and there is only 4 survivors left, until one of them becomes dinner for a giant flying eel.

Clone commanders Rex and Cody arrive on a inspection tour and are ambushed, linking up with the 3 survivors. Using deception and counting on droid stupidity, they are able to retake the base. When more droid reinforcements arrive, they realize they must destroy the station so the Republic fleet can be alerted.

One of the rookies, “Heavy”, stays behind to detonate the Liquid Tibanna (something like propane) bomb. The droids ask themselves if they take prisoners, and Heavy replies “I don’t.” BOOM!!!

The rookies are rookies no longer, and the surviving two are decorated, and invited by Captain Rex to join the 501^st Legion.

I hope we see more stories about the clones in future episodes, because I feel that this is a giant untapped reservoir of storylines.

One thing that bothers me is, when Rex and Cody were flying in, they contacted the station via hololink. One of the commando droids put on a clone helmet and changed his vocabulator (his voice) and told them everything was fine…”Roger, Roger.” (shades of Episode IV in the prison bay) which we know is the usual droid response. They didn’t pick up on that? C’mon, I picked up on that.

Several other things I liked about this episode was: the interior of the tracking station looked a lot like the Death Star. Maybe this is the beginning of Republic/Empire prefabrication, who knows? Another was the hologram of “Grand Army of the Republic Broadcast, the Voice of the Outer Rim.” Kinda like Voice of America, or Armed Forces Radio. She even dedicated the next number to “…the Met Jumpers of the 224^th, slugging it out on Mimban.” To me, little references like that give a lot more life to a story.

Well, until next time… “Keep your heads down, and seals tight boys.”

The next episode is “Downfall of a Droid” on 11/07/2008.

 

Where Have All The Green Men Gone?

Last Sunday night I watched the Science Channel special about the landing of the new Mars Phoenix Lander, and it got me thinking.

What if the little green men showed up?

When I was in the fourth grade, my class went to the Fernbank Science Center in Atlanta. They had built a diorama of the Viking lander and the surface of Mars. I remember commenting to my teacher Mrs. Myrick, that it sure looked real, and I’ll always remember her reply: “They do amazing things in Hollywood.”

My nine year old brain suddenly went into overdrive. Remember, I had seen Star Wars the summer before, (that’s another story) so I started wondering… “could it be fake?”

I know, I know, the moon landing was a hoax, Area 51, and all that stuff. But, think about it, what if Viking had landed on Mars and there they were, little green men raising a ruckus that we had just wrecked his house. #1- Would the government have told us? And #2- How would we react?

Well, its no secret that the government lies to us, most people take it as a fact of life. We have all heard the phrase “Above Top Secret”, and to be honest, the government treats us like lost little sheep who can’t handle the truth.

Maybe we can, maybe we can’t.

I honestly don’t care if Oswald acted alone, or if there wasn’t WMD in Iraq. The government MUST keep some secrets in order for its intelligence apparatus to function. Yes, some things I’m curious about, but its not going to effect the way I live my life. Who knows, maybe I’ll live long enough for the security classification to expire.

But, I digress.

Our record for landings on Mars isn’t very good, over fifty-five percent don’t make it. Maybe it’s the Galactic Ghoul, bad wiring, or Martian surface to air missiles, who knows? The green men could be there, or not.

But if they are….

THERE WOULD BE PANIC IN THE STREETS!!!!!

I like to think I know a little about human behavior, and if they were real, we’d FREAK. Humans as a species are so wrapped in their own hubris of being alone in the universe, we are blinded to the fact there could be life right next door.

We say that we “reach for the stars” when we need to be looking in our own backyard.

That’s my opinion anyway.

Take it for what it’s worth.

 

 

 

Who’s Gonna Fill Their Shoes?

 

We all have childhood heroes.

Some are real, others imaginary, but they all mean something to us. Growing up, we looked up to these people. They brought us comfort, protection, and sometimes fought our battles for us. When did last think of one of your heroes? Was it when you finally “grew up”? Or when you became someone’s hero? But, could it have been when the last of them died?

That was me.

This past November, I heard on the news that my last childhood hero had passed away, due to complications from liver cancer. I sat down and cried, thinking “Oh my gosh, that’s it. My last link to childhood is gone. Does this mean I have to grow up now?” When did this happen? This ‘Growing Up”? The last I remembered, I was counting the days until I turned 21 so I could buy beer. Now, I’m forty, and its time to grow up?

Yes, no, maybe so.

But think about it, way back when. Who were your heroes? How did they mold you, change you, shape you? We may think they didn’t, but they did. And we’ll carry a small piece of them around with us forever.

Who were yours? How many did you have? Do you even remember who they were? I do, and I still carry some of the scars to this day.

My first hero was my Paw-Paw, and in my eyes the man could do no wrong. I don’t look like him, but we were just alike in other ways. We both liked to read, see how things worked, fight, fly, love, laugh and just enjoy life. I have always loved being told I was like him. He was the greatest man I ever knew, but I only knew him for four years. The stories I was told about him became my memories.

But, he also had a darker side. He was a recovering alcoholic, and he had a temper. I only heard the good stories growing up, and didn’t hear the bad ones until I was older. It put him into perspective. He was human after all, but I’ll always remember him as larger than life.

The next one was the Duke himself. John Wayne. Through him I thought there was nothing I couldn’t do. Many Saturday afternoons my butt was in front the TV watching Channel 17′s “John Wayne Theater.” When my friends and I would play, it was “Alamo”, or “Green Beret”, or “Cattle Drive”.

Let’s be honest, though. What guy didn’t look up to the Duke? He was the definition of an American man. The strong, silent type, who fears nothing and could do anything. We forget that his real name was Marion Morrison, and he was an actor. He died when I was eleven, and movies have never been the same.

The last one was Evel Kenivel. Man, I still have some scars from trying to emulate him. He was fearless. There was nothing he wouldn’t jump: fountains, buses, canyons, lakes of fire, even the Moon on his Rocket Cycle. Can anything stop him?

Yep, we did.

We wanted bigger, better, more badass. “Jump the Snake River, dude. It won’t hurt one bit!” Well, us that is. In the end, we called him a coward because he finally said “enough!” We thought we wasn’t human, but he was. And because of that humanity, he slowly faded from view.

Do y’all see the point I’m getting to? Even though every hero I had is a superman on one side, the other side shows they are just that: a MAN. Being mortal doesn’t change the fact that these men were my heroes, it makes me love them more.

One day we just may be heroes to the next generation, and how would you really want them to remember you? As a legend, or as a man?

Me? You can keep your legends and your immortality. I want my two boys to remember ME, faults and all.