The Worst and the Best in Hope

Today I read an news article about a horrifying story that took place in California. There was a young girl, kidnapped eighteen years ago and turned into a sex slave by two depraved monsters. These monsters looked like people, having all the necessary parts, except for the small exception of a conscience. Her parents, long fearing that she had died, were grateful to find out that their little girl was in fact alive, even though she had been through a hell that even the Devil would have a difficult time devising.
Being a human being, and even though I am a man, I do possess some semblance of emotion, even though some women might disagree with that statement. The revelation of what had occurred shocked even my jaded self, and I do truly wish with all my heart that a special place in the Devil's den be reserved for the two (a husband and wife team). Preferably next to Hitler and his daily pineapple anal probe. While I don't normally comment on such base news items, this particular one pushed me to speak.
One thought that crossed my mind that in a way, I was grateful for the revelation. Her parents now know what happened to their long lost child, and even more so don't just have a muddy inappropriate grave site to visit but a warm and living person who then can reconnect to. Even in the depths of evil that were done to this poor woman, there is the small parcel of good that she survived her ordeal and a broken family can be reunited.
Her stepfather, long a suspect in the kidnapping case, said it best. To him, her discovery and return was better than winning the lottery. For someone who has neither children or a winning lottery ticket, I can only guess on the supreme power of such a feeling, but I can understand the gravity of it without experiencing it.
I cannot understand, on the other hand, the monsters who perpetrated the acts on the young girl. Even with the gift of new life that she was given (the monsters had impregnated her twice), a blessing that must stand out in the viciousness of what had occurred, the mentality of what was done confounds me. Keeping a person prisoner for nearly two decades as a personal sex slave is beyond anything that I can comprehend. Now, of course, our great psychological minds will try to understand the hows and whys, but I have long realized that some things go beyond reason, and psychologists by definition know little about humanity. They attempt to boil it down to scientifically verifiable things, when as humans (and supposedly monsters as well) we don't just live in a logical world.
Hope is one such thing that defies logical. To be true, I have often followed the purely logical approach when it comes to long term missing persons. I have often stated that Jodie Huisentruit, the most famous missing person case in my area of the country, is long dead and decomposed. It is a cold and harsh logical truth. But for those who know her personally, and love and care about her, this logic holds no sway. I wish for once that logical would fail me, and that we find her, alive and well one day. This finding of the missing girl in California should give hope to any who have lost someone, even as illogical as such hope is. Someone once said that the difference between reality and fiction is that fiction needs to be credible. It has to be logical.
So, mixed in with the evilness of the world, a good returned out of it. The illogical and impossible occurred. Hope springs anew and someones dreams did come true. Not to lessen the importance of these events that I have described, I am going to take some life lessons from this. Call me J.D. if you so desire, but it is the events and people around us mixed in with our hearts and minds that make us who we are. I sit here and wonder what her parents did for eighteen years. Certainly they cried and felt the bottomless pits of despair, but at some point they tried to move on in their lives. When this occurred was certainly after many around them told them to move on, to let go of hope and live normal life. This is a cruelty that we all have done to another and have experienced ourselves, albeit for less traumatic experiences as losing a child. Even when we have "moved on" from such hurts, a part of us still remains in the past. We all know this, often in the visage of our first true love (except for those lucky bastards who spend the rest of the lives with that person). The pain remains, and even with the passage of time we can forget about it for a few moments. Then, something happens, and that part reminds us that we carry it. But, along with that pain and suffering there is another side, hoping for a resolution for it. Most of us never get that. We find another to love, we get another opportunity that better suits us, or those lost people remain lost, draped in the fog of nothingness that the past truly is. We aren't truly people if we can forget these past hurts, and this hope of resolution is what makes the burdens of life able to be borne.
As I said, I have never lost or had a child, but I know something about pain. I have to believe that we deal with it similarly. A parent who loses a child must have the flash each time the door bell rings that it will be their child, returned. A husband whose wife has died dreams of seeing her again in the afterlife. A broken hearted woman wishes that with each phone call her old flame will realize just how much she loved him, and that he feels the same. The lesson I pull from all of this is, keep that hope alive, even if it is found by others to be silly or uncalled for. But it should be appropriate. Don't let either your pain or your hope prevent you from the rest of your life. Just let the both of them exist, and if you find yourself to be the true winner of life's lottery, thank God for each and everyday that you have had.
That being said, perhaps I am full of myself, and know little about what I am talking about. Honestly the thought has crossed my mind often. For what its worth, I am glad that someones hope was answered. It gives each of us another reason to dream, and that is a gift, no matter what anyone else says.

Online Fantasies Come True Each And Every Day!

There are many different advertisements out there on the web. Often what they are advertising is too good to be true, saying that they will improve something about your body or offering instantaneous encounters with the opposite sex. However, there was one such ad which I discovered to be a pleasant surprise. Yes, I clicked on one of the ads for Evony.com, and discovered a fun, and in fact free, online game.
I have even told people that I see in the real world to play, for nothing else it is a great way to spend a few minutes each day. Like some fantasy games, it involves building a city and armies, which of course allows you to attack and pillage your neighbors. Quests keep the players active with things to do, and I have already begun a rivalry with a nearby player. One day I will be strong enough to smash him, but for now I must continue to build up my alliance of other players.
Very quickly can one be sucked in to the world of Evony, which in most terms isn't such a bad thing. For the modern, high graphic intensive gamer, the game might seem provincial, but to one who grew up with text based games, and old enough to realize the value of money, especially in today's economy, a truly free game that allows your imagination to run wild is a refreshing change from many other games.
What makes Evony fun? Well, the face is that I have always enjoyed online games, and especially enjoyed those with a fantasy bent. I like to construct something that takes time to build up, and see how my machinations and plans play out. Unlike other online games that I have played, Evony is like the city building games like Civilization or Alpha Centauri. You decide what gets built, and what goals your city (and later cities) take.
If there were things that I did not like about the game, I would have to say that the fact that I don't have to legally pay a dime makes up for them. You can do so if you desire, but the game is equally playable for those who do and those who don't. I would recommend Evony to anyone who enjoys fantasy games, or strategists would enjoy long term planning. For once, I was not disappointed in clicking on an Internet ad. Try Evony, and find out that some things in life truly are free. Look me up in the game when you play.

Lord Jackson
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Ted Kennedy's America

I awoke and saw that after suffering from terminal brain cancer, Senator Ted Kennedy has assumed room temperature. This long term senator from Massachusetts was in no way a political friend of myself. I did not wish for his death, except perhaps as a release from the pain of cancer, which I can only assume is exceptionally painful. The pain that the rest of us feel, however, is how others have used his death for their own purposes.
I find it funny that after someone famous dies, their legacy and life are scrubbed clean, and anything negative that they did in their lives is forgotten for a short time, and if anyone brings it up, then they are a cruel and evil person who is chided by those who praise the person to the rafters. There is a point to being respectful, but stating the truth about someones life is never disrespectful. I would think that glossing over some things would be more disrespectful. Even more so would be to use this temporarily untouchable person to advance a political agenda.
For someone my age, I remember Kennedy for two things, Chappaquiddick and Robert Bork.
Why these two things? To me, they show much more about the double standard that exists between Democrats and Republicans in the national media. Chappaquiddick smells like a rotted fish, and it is difficult to see if Kennedy had been a regular joe that he would not have been charged with a serious crime. The media, forced to mention this incident because of the importance of it, for years refused to press and connect the dots. At the very least, he was responsible for that young woman's death, and this has never been acknowledged.
Bork shows the other side. In an admittedly graphic and persuasive speech, Kennedy painted a picture of Robert Bork's America, a post-apocalyptic hell hole locked down underneath grime and oppression. Even though Senators are protected on the Senate floor against speech restrictions, if such a speech had been printed in the newspaper first, it would be a pristine example of libel. The newspapers dutifully reprinted the speech, calling it news and thus avoid libel. Borking, which is character defamation in the extreme, became standard practice for Supreme Court nominees by Republican Presidents, especially if those nominees would be originalists.
Why are these examples of a double standard? I would be hard pressed to see a Republican get away with a suspicious death, especially since they get pushed out of office for having affairs (i.e. Sanford). Now, both sides seem to have troubles, but it is the Democrats who stay in office (Rangel, Reid, William Jefferson (until recently), Frank), and the Republicans who are forced out. Now, Blago and Spitzer are exceptions in a way, since why they were pushed out was hypocrisy (Spitzer made his name on fighting prostitution in his early days) and blatant law breaking (Blago was unapologetic in soliciting bribes). Republicans have to leave for saying nice things (although politically incorrect) about an old man at his birthday (Lott), tapping their foot on a bathroom floor (Craig), and malevolent false and continual ethics charges (Palin). On the other hand, when it comes to Democrats, one cannot point out the truth about what they have done, much less lie about it or stretch the truth.
Is this the legacy of Senator Kennedy? No, but I don't feel the need to talk about it at length. For me, briefly, his legacy is only a long service to the state of Massachusetts. That's it. Kennedy is just a shining example of the hypocrisy of the current media bias, and that some people truly have no soul.
I ain't talking about Kennedy with this last point. I am talking about those who immediately following his death in their first press statement call for the health insurance reform to pass immediately because "That's was Ted would have wanted.". Now, this is disrespectful and disgusting. Even if it were true, law should never be enacted because a primary supporter has passed on. If this were the case, I want to go back and eliminate the income tax because Ronaldus Magnus, Ronald Reagan the Great, would have wanted it. If I proposed such a thing, there would be rightful calls that I was being disrespectful of the dead, but most of those would be from hypocrites.
Lastly, we should all pray for Kennedy's family. Losing a family member is always hard, especially when they are a public figure. For their sake, after the official mourning of such a long term public servant, we should leave the family to their grief. There is no torch being passed here, no new brother of the Kennedy's (yes, Chris Matthews is an idiot, and a moron. There isn't enough derisive words to describe that bloated bag of feces). There is just the ending of a life.

Sensations

It is funny what things come up when you type a word into google and just see what you get when you put the I'm Feeling Lucky button. Try it with the title of this blog. Anywho, my pace of writing has been slower since my opening salvo. Partially because sometimes I am lazy, other times because I don't have anything to talk about and I try not to say the same things over and over again, unless I think that by doing so I will accomplish something, or perhaps I was just not understood the first time.
So why go with what I did for a title? Well, I have been thinking about things for a while. One thought that has been crossing my mind is a question of toughness. Am I tough? Now while this may seem like a juvenile question, the ramifications of such a question are not. By toughness I am talking about taking pain. Physical, emotion, or spiritual pain. Is something that is painful to me be as painful for someone else? Do tougher people feel less pain?
I imagine that if feelings could be transferred, and experienced the exact same way by two different people, then possibly this question could be answered. Modern medical science is of no help with this, and the pain scale (Ask the patient on a scale of 1-10 of how much it hurts) does not necessarily mean that two people feel pain exactly the same way.
I ask myself these questions because as a man, toughness is an important quality. We realize that the fairer sex is in fact tougher (especially during child birthing), but we must show it outwardly more than they do. We are to be made of steel. We are the defender of the keep, coated in iron and all injuries are to bounce off. We feel nothing. I look at those who epitomize this very ideal, and can see no pain on their face. Do they truly not feel it? Or do they just hide it? If they could, would they remain solid if they had my pain? Could I with theirs?
This is crux of the question. We all wish to empathize with others, but what they truly feel quite possibly cannot be felt by another. Words are a poor conduit for describing and relaying how one feels.
Having said that, this poor modicum of bleating out the pain is all that we have. What pain do I feel? Other than the normal hurts of life, I have but one that recently vexes me. Longing. There is someone that I miss. A tortured soul, bewitched by her own loss. I miss the times that we talked at length, and the short times that we spent in each other presence. In my mind I have the nagging sensation that the current lack of the former and the latter is somehow my fault, and I wish that is was. If it was the case, then possibly I could fix this, or at least understand why. I cannot grasp entirely the pain that troubles her, and realize that I cannot soothe it. I, being the archetype of man, will continue to try though, in my own way. Some may consider it a fault to fight a battle that cannot be won.
I, however, regard such a futile struggle as heroic. I am reminded of an old saying. It states that when someone tells you that none can help them in their struggle, and that they wish to be left alone, what they want is either exactly as they said, or they wish to see if you will follow them into hell. Just as you cannot feel pain for another, you cannot carry their burden. All that we are left with is to catch them when they fall.

There Will Be Blood

No, this isn't going to be me talking about the movie of the same name. Speaking of movies, a short tangent. I am going to assume that the movie There Will Be Blood will be atrocious. I have come to realize that critically acclaimed movies that don't have a single movie "critic" who hated the movie are universally terrible. I mean, there is always someone who doesn't like a movie. There are people out there (loosely called people) who don't like The Blues Brothers. There are two movies in particular that I am thinking of, Gangs of New York and Brokeback Mountain. You couldn't find a bad review from either of these movies, and yet they were both stinkers. Gangs could have cut out the middle 2 and a half hours, leaving the bookend street fights. It was boring. I felt my life essence slowly die over the movie, and wanted the Almighty to return the wasted time of watching that stinker to me. Watching it without the street fights should be a preferred measure of "torture" at Guantanamo Bay. Brokeback was worse, which I did not see as possible. I will "spoil" this stinker for ya right here. The stinker goes like this - two cowboys become friends while herding sheep, get drunk one night and out of the blue decide to plug each other. After spending the rest of the summer screwing about, and might I add abandoning their jobs as ranchers, leaving the sheep to fend for themselves, they go off to live separate lives, getting married and having children. They decided to meet up to relive their summer of love, first destroying one family, complete with two little girls and a doormat wife (yes, Michelle Williams played the doormat perfectly) then another, complete with a brainless woman whose husband philanders his way through life with both men and women, resulting in his death. There are feeble attempts to show that through all of this, both men are "good" fathers, which they are not, and their love is true, except that at the very least ignoring the fact that they are gay both are liars and adulterers.
Whew, I am a little out of breath. Now, why is there going to be blood? Back to the real point, the health care "debate" has become violent. Union goons from SEIU have assaulted protesters and vendors at town hall meetings. They put a black vendor, selling buttons and flags at one event, in the hospital. While they beat him senseless, racial epitaphs were spewed out. The White House has set up snitch websites for people to report "misinformation" on the half-a-dozen bills under consideration, and laid out a plan for community groups to resist the regular citizenry, whose anger over their Representatives not doing their job and ignoring their constituents who don't want any of these bills.
None of these protests were violent until the union arrived, called in by the Dear Leader's administration to "police" and "protect" those Democrats whose job is to explain to the peasantry why they need the government to control their health care. The unfortunate thing (for the Dear Leader) is that the peasants know more about the proposed legislation than those who are supposed to vote for it.
I was reading an article about this outbreak of violence, and the comments placed there by other readers. Almost to a letter, each of those who "support" the Dear Leader are vile, hate-filled posts, tearing down those who are legitimately opposed by name-calling and threats. As I have spoken about before, there are two sides in seeing the world, and they can be clearly shown by reading these comments. For those who live in caves, it would seem that the two sides are going off completely different sets of information.
What does this say about the future? Well, the historical reaction to this is violence. Even in our modern screwed up mindset, violence is a completely understandable conclusion to two sides. There is nothing to talk about, as both sides are irreconcilable. The peasants aren't going to remain doormats any longer, and ignore the truth. The crazies aren't going to stop being crazy. Either way, neither side can live with the other. Thus, there will be violence.
For those of you who went to public school, throughout history violence has been the only way to settle things. Sure you can talk about things, and come to compromises, but eventually one side must win, and the other must lose. That is how things are done. There is no changing this. All it takes is a long line of abuses, and then a spark. This spark was the beating of a black man. First blood has been drawn by the crazies, and the righteous wrath of the people will only get larger.
Now, don't get me wrong, I don't want this blood. No one really does. But it is human nature, and even with our "modern" sensibilities we can't overcome this. "Modern" sensibilities are jokes. People remain people. They haven't changed, and while they can take a large amount of abuse, there comes a breaking point. When that point approaches, strain can be shown, and that which is pushing the people towards this point instead of letting go pushes harder. It is inevitable, now. The die is cast. The Dear Leader has only sped up the process, with his leaps toward socialism. The country had been slowly moving towards it since the Teddy Roosevelt Administration under the guise of Progessivism. Now, the band will break, and things will be reset.
When I say violence, it does not mean that civil war is approaching us. That is a possibility though, although small. If the small scale violence by union goons continues, and a unacceptable socialist bill is rammed through the government, that small possibility grows mightily. If this bill dies, (which I hope it does) the violence will be limited. There will be a cleaning out of the supporters of the bill in 2010. Those who sided with the people will be catapulted into power. The Dear Leader's entire future is leaning on this bill, and he will collapse if it doesn't pass. There is even the possibility of removing him from office if the fall cleaning goes especially well.
To compound this, there is the other side. Violence is especially possible with them. The fascists who support the Dear Leader can tighten their power. It was they who drew first blood, and when things get uglier and uglier, just like any other dictator or wannabe dictator, when the going get tough the fist tightens. We will see more violence at town meetings, courtesy of union goons. Maybe instead of putting someone in the hospital, they will put someone in the morgue. Of course the privileged leadership will decry this, even as they order it to continue.
All of this paints a dark picture for the future. I don't want it. I just want them to go away, stop being crazy and leave the American people alone. Cease your drive to take over the country. Prevent this violence to come. The responsibility for the blood will be on the Dear Leader's hands, as it is his "leadership" that which is stirring up the hornet's nest.
Sometimes I shudder for our nation. If it were possible, our Founding Fathers would be spinning in their graves. They would be the first to protest the meetings, receive the blows from the thugs, and march on Washington D.C. to overturn this corrupt government. Steel yourselves for the days ahead. These will be times that try men's souls, and we, if we remain strong, will emerge from the shadow of the valley of death, and wonder just how we got there.

The Sage of my So Called Life

John Hughes, the sage of our lives, has died of a heart attack yesterday, as of this writing. For those who have been living in a cave for their entire lives, John Hughes was a director of iconic and classic movies in the 1980's and early 90's. He is behind such titles as Home Alone, Sixteen Candles, Weird Science, Uncle Buck, Ferris Bueller's Day Off and the greatest movie of the 1980's: The Breakfast Club. His loss is felt by many.
Hughes captured the 1980's perfectly. The characters of his movies are classic, and remain rewatchable twenty years after. To me, his movies are a perfect example of what it means to be myself. Normally, I would expound at length about each of the movies, but I am just going to leave you with a simple command. Watch some of Hughes movies. Even if you have seen them before. Relive the eighties just once more. It will be worth your time.

Ride the Wave: Or How To Turn Your Friends into Fascists in Less Than A Week!

Every so often I watch a film that really hits home. The likelihood of this happening is greater because I also watch foreign films. This is not to say that Hollywood doesn't do good work anymore, but sometimes there is something to be said to look at things from another perspective. Recently I saw two German films, both of which had dealt with a topic near and dear to the German heart - police states and fascism. Not to make light of the German's past, but totalitarian police states and oppressive fascism (DRG and Nazi Germany) often serve as archetypes for students around the world. The first film that I saw was The Lives of Others. An exceptional piece, Others details a Stazi surveillance team on a poet suspected of disloyalty. Even though this is not the film that I wish to talk about today, I mention it because it should be viewed by all who think they live under a police state, or even think that such existence would be preferable. Also, anyone interested in politics or just history would find it a moving piece of cinematography.
The second film is called Die Welle, or the Wave. Die Welle is the story of Ron Jones's original experiment set in modern-day Germany. For the majority of you, you have never heard of Ron Jones, and that is okay. The film first shows us the main characters, a gymnasium teacher (high school) and his students, each very normal and typical. They are approaching their project week, in which they break into classes and spend the week learning about different governmental topics. A very good idea I might add. The Ramones-loving Mr. Wegner, who desires to teach about anarchy, gets stuck with the autocracy class. Finding that the students don't take the subject seriously, believing that since the German people have evolved beyond tyranny, they don't need to learn about it. They believe that it can't happen again. Mr. Wegner proves them wrong.
I won't spoil the movie for you, as I truly believe that you should go watch it. The gist of it is that by starting small, Mr. Wegner takes a group of individuals and molds them into a brutal fascist organization. Very few of the students resist this. His point is clear, by experiencing autocracy his students would learn about it. However, the experiment goes wildly out of control, and serious consequences are to be doled out before it is all over.
The thing is that this actually happened, very close to how the movie describes it. The explosive ending aside, the events of Die Welle resemble the Third Wave experiment done by Ron Jones. Jones was a history teacher, who wanted to teach his class about how the German people could have gone along with the extermination of the Jews. This experiment was done at Cubberley High School in Pala Alto, California. It started on a Monday, April 3, 1967, and lasted until Friday of that same week. The students of his class joined this fascist organization known as the Third Wave, a figment of Jones's imagination. They began small, just like in the movie, but by the end of the week people outside of the class with Third Wavers and members would report failures by other members to Jones, even with out express instructions to do so.
Both the experiment and the film end similarly, with the organization assembled in full in front of the teacher. The lesson of the experiment is shown to all. The biggest message of the film is that the dangers of fascism are real, even for a people who should be on guard for them. Being who I am, I try to extrapolate into real life what is shown on the screen. The fascism of the Wave is obviously seen in the Dear Leader. Slogans are important, and his word is taken as truth by supporters. Detractors are to be reported. If you don't believe this, there is a new website and email address for people to report to the White House those who are against the plan to "reform" health care. There are people who view the Dear Leader as a messiah, hanging on each word that he says. Just like prior manifestations of fascism, opponents of the group are maligned. In this case they are called rich, wearing Brooks Brothers and full of hate. If you choose to report these things, the website is called www.whitehouse.gov/blog/Facts-Are-Stubborn-Things/.
Films like Die Welle are very important. Even though it makes no modern political message, one can see a subtle criticism of those who practice fascism today, and they are out there. We all should be afraid of a slide into autocracy and fascism. Yes, people cried out that the prior administration was a fascist organization. They certainly had a few points, but the Dear Leader has left them in the dust.
So, in conclusion students, go and see Die Welle and The Lives of Others. Sure you will have to read subtitles or speak German to understand the movie. But that is a small price to pay to see what is reality. Autocracy is a constant danger, one that we as Americans now face front and center. It is not the first time, nor sadly will it be the last. We cannot bury our heads in the sand. If we do, we might wake up a week later and everyone we know will be marching in goosestep, saluting the Dear Leader. Now that would be scary.

Let's Go Burn the Bastille

Over the last few weeks, a massive tidal wave has been growing underneath the soil of Middle America. This groundswell is a growing rebellion against the Dear Leader and his policies, and its eventual explosion is coming. If our Democrat leadership in Washington does not get their heads our of their asses, they will find a full scale country-wide revolt against them. 1994 will look like a minor glitch.
For those of you who don't follow the news outside of the major three networks (ABC, CBS, NBC) the minor news networks (CNBC, CNN, and for completeness sake MSNBC, even though it only has a audience of about twenty people) and almost every major newspaper with the exception of the WSJ (Wall Street Journal), the revolt against the agenda of the Dear Leader is underway. For my part I say it is about time. It seems that while personally the Dear Leader remains popular, his policies and those who work under him have low marks, and even his popular facade is crumbling. It seems that when people voted for change, they did not want socialism as that change.
What is the impetus for this sea change? Health Care. Or to be actually correct, Health Coverage. Everyone has access to health care in America, the real problem is how do we pay for the service. I spoke at great length before about this problem, so I will not mention it here. What I will talk about is the revolt. Democrat congressmen and administration officials have been going out into the hinterland, selling the health coverage plan. At each stop, the assembled masses berate the speaker, showing their absolute ignorance of what the bill actual is. The crowd knows more about what is in the bill that those who are selling it. And they don't want it. National polls reflect this, as a super majority of the population now does not want the bill, with the numbers who oppose this grow each day as more and more actually read the bill.
The supporters of the bill, instead of listening to those who put them into office, denigrate their detractors and call them stupid for reading the bill. Representative John Conyers actually said that it is dumb that people expect their elected Representatives read the bills before they vote on them. The state-run media, when they mention the revolt, calls them extremists and pawns of the insurance industry. Apparently, those in government no longer have to listen to us who hold the real power in America, the people. They know better than us, and we should just trust them because they have our best interest at heart. Even if this were true, and it ain't, the very fact that we know what horrors are contained within the health coverage bill and they don't (because they haven't read it) would say that this one time they should listen to the little people. We don't want it.
This is not the first thing that this Administration has done that people don't want. They don't like the nationalization of the automobile and banking industries. They didn't want the failed stimulus bill. They don't want our President apologizing for America's "crimes". They expected a moderate Democrat, and they got a Marxist. The criminal and corrupt leadership of America is on the precipice, and they will fall off because they do not heed the words of the people.
This revolt is bringing out the few in Congress who for once in a great while realize just who they work for. Some of the Republicans are championing the people against this travesty, calling out that in a few short months there won't be a single person in the America who supports this bill. If they retain their kahones over the next two years, we could see the end of the Democratic Party as a possible majority party for at least the next twenty years.
If the Democrats push this bill through, and if the Republicans remain opposed, it will destroy their party. This bill is so unpopular, and so terrible, the people will never forgive them. When they go under, they will drag down the old media with them. The old media, who gave up journalism and went over to advocacy, has been losing audience for nearly fifteen years. They have tied their last hopes on the Dear Leader, and when he meets his Waterloo (thank you Jim DeMint) they will cease to be. It will be this bill, passed or not, that will destroy the Dear Leader's presidency. He loses credibility and popularity each day, and since he ties his success to these things, when they are done he will be as well.
We don't want unelected bureaucrats to control our lives, and decide when we die. This is the very thing that will happen if the bill passes. What the supporters of the bill tell us that we should want this. It is for our own good. The "experts" know better, and our say doesn't matter. Well, that is something that this country certainly doesn't support.
I am constantly reminded that what I say is usually right. Several posts ago I spoke about how people in the country view the world in completely different ways. I was reading an article about the Republican opposition to the health coverage bill and reading the comments following it. There were those who probably have read the bill, supporting the Republicans and ripping on the bill. And the others, full of vitriol and hate, spit venom on any who are against Obama, crying out for his saving touch and his bill. They use the old stereotypes of Republicans (which are actually not true. Your hyper-rich people are actually usually Democrats. Why? Just like Democrats, the super rich have a disjunction from reality.), call them Nazis and demand that the government save them. They want this plan to succeed, and if it don't they will die. They actually believe that Cuba has a better health system than the United States.
Not to go off on a tangent, but these proponents of socialized medicine put their faith in polls of the Cuban people, in which 96 percent of the population prefers their health care. I am surprised that 4 percent don't. I am going to say this once more. Never trust any type of polling or elections in dictatorships. They fall under the same principle that 99 percent of the population voted for Saddam Hussein. Of course they did. I believe that they did. But that is not actually how they feel. Imagine that you took a poll of Nazi Germany asking about the popularity of Adolf Hitler. You should be surprised if the number of people who support him was any less than 100%. For those of you who went to public school, the reason for this is that the secret police are often standing over the shoulders of those in the poll, either literally or figuratively. What this means that if they don't vote the way that the Gestapo want you to, you often get disappeared.
But back to the main problem. The Dear Leader's plan to change the health care system is falling apart, and the only reason for this is the general uprising of American people against it. This is happening, for all the right reasons. If current trends continue, we will have stopped the centerpiece of destroying our country within the next few weeks. Those who lined up against the American people will be remembered. I think back to the French Revolution. It was here, on July 14, 1789, that the French people, fed up with their government, stormed this ancient fortress prison known as the Bastille and started the revolution. They attacked the symbols of oppression. Today we see the beginnings of this discontent with each voice who shouts down the blubbering mouthpieces of the Administration who try to sell something that they don't know about or try to hide from us. They will not succeed. If they do not listen, they will be cast out of power, one way or another. It is funny, because those who cry at the top of their lungs about how they support the little common man in flyover country are those who ignore us, see us as children, and when we question them are told to go to our room. It is these people who will feel the wrath of the people, and been written about in the histories that they supported the Ancien Regime and lost. When we burn the Bastille it will be a good day, and we all will be better for it.