Saint Patrick Would Have Booted O’bama out of Ireland!

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Legend has it that the Patron Saint of Ireland, St. Patrick, rid the island of snakes, chasing them into the sea after they began attacking him during a 40 day fast he undertook on top of a hill. But, scientists have concluded that St. Patrick had nothing to do with Ireland’s snake-free status, that the most recent ice age, 15,000 years ago, kept the island too cold for snakes and after the ice age, the surrounding sea’s kept snakes from colonizing the Emerald Isle. Snakes symbolize paganism and evil, as described throughout Judeo-Christian mythology, the most famous as Eve’s tempter in the Garden of Eden, therefore, St. Patrick’s fame can more likely be attributed to the banishment of godless people and their malevolent intentions. New Zealand, Iceland, Greenland, Antarctica and Ireland are all snake-free…that is, Ireland was snake-free until America’s “Head of Snake” Barack Obama and his slithery entourage were invited to mingle with the people of Éirefor an ungodly second time last summer!

Obama’s first trip to Ireland in 2011 was destined to become a huge success. The prize diplomatic rabbit in Obama’s black hat at that time was that many, many, many rabbits ago, he had an ancestor, on his mother’s side, who hailed from Ireland! That significant piece of genealogical information was fascinating to many Americans who at once realized that Obama’s beer summits were not just make-believe fantasies that had been conjured up to enhance his “cool” image, they were rooted in Obamas Irish lineage and desire to keep Guinness in good financial stead! Obama’s seemingly infinite gene pool bubbled lucky green that year and he intended to enchant the Irish in pathetic python-like fashion, camouflaging and re-inventing himself as a true native of Ireland. Upon arrival, our “Head of Snake” announced, “My name is Barack Obama, of the Moneygall Obama’s and I’ve come home to find the apostrophe we lost somewhere along the way.” (shouldn’t that be lost chromosome?)

When Obama returned to Ireland the summer before with his over-sized Leprechaun wife, Michelle, the couple immediately became the darlings of the green jet set in Northern Ireland and the perfect examples of the term “Ugly Americans.” As the headlines back home highlighted impending sequester and subsequent budget cuts, Michelle demonstrated just how frugally Irish she was with her $3,300-per-night stay in Dublin’s five-star Shelbourne hotel and $5 million dollar total travel tab. She, their daughters, and her many slaves booked 30 rooms in the hotel while Michelle hunkered down in the Princess Grace Suite, named for the late Hollywood film star and princess of Monaco. The American taxpayers who were footing the bill did not mind the expense of her lavish digs, however, because her ignorant wasteful spending would eventually pay off diplomatically when Michelle would be able to claim royal linkage to Monaco, and officially attribute her “crown” to the Princess Grace inspired royal silk sheets that she “slept with” for two days! “Aller voler un cerf-volant” Michelle!

While in Northern Ireland, O’bama spoke to 2,000 Irish students and declared, “To those who choose the path of peace, I promise you, the United States of America will support you every step of the way. We will always be the wind at your back.”

Oh, oh. I do hope the Irish children had been taught beforehand that Obama’s “wind” suffers from a bad gas that is not pleasant to be around and “promise” to him has a totally different meaning! Obama’s version of P.R.O.M.I.S.E. is really a euphemism for; Pompous, Radical, Obstinate, Miscreant, Imperious, Sinful and Egregious, behavior. An “Obama-like promise” made by any good Irish American Catholic would send them packing to the nearest confessional for a serious chat with a highly concerned priest!

Obama, consumed by the spirit of Phythos which mimics the mighty python snake, is used to delivering false promises because his pathalogical lies have become commonplace in America where evil has been legitimized and sin justified. Unfortunately, Northern Ireland experienced, first-hand, the inherent evil of this snake-like presidential predator who gets a kick out of ambushing his unsuspecting victims. During his speech to the predominately Catholic young crowd, Obama boldly stated that religious education can promote division and resentment. A top Vatican official, Archbishop Gerhard Muller, was at the same time telling an audience in Scotland that Catholic education provided a rare place where “intellectual training, moral discipline and religious commitment would come together,” adding that Catholic education provides young people with a wonderful opportunity to “grow up with Jesus.”

Slimy O’bama further angered church officials by emphasizing that “if towns remain divided, if Catholics have their schools and buildings and Protestants have theirs, if we can’t see ourselves in one another and fear or resentment are allowed to harden, that too encourages division and discourages cooperation.”

Bishop Donal McKeown in Northern Ireland immediately blasted Obama for his insensitive attacks on Catholic schools and accused him of a “hackneyed” analysis of the region’s political situation. The Bishop went on to say that “It is the Catholic schools in Northern Ireland that are now among the most racially and linguistically mixed. And, while so many young people are very open to new friendships and opportunities, it needs to be stated that it is adults outside schools who promote mistrust for their own political and personal agenda’s.”

American Catholics for Religious Freedom pointed out that the media completely ignored the story and that, “Secular progressives like President Obama ignore the truth that faith-based education is a component of the religious freedom guaranteed by the Constitution. He can’t bear the thought that Catholic and parochial schools not only teach important values, but consistently produce better educational results at lower cost than America’s failing public schools.”

I doubt that the higher-ups in Ireland will want to share a pint of Guinness with Black Irish O’bama anytime soon. Perhaps O’bama should work on honing his diplomatic skills at the next meeting of the Muslim Brotherhood and tell them they should no longer have Islamic schools in mosques! Maybe then, after pleading for his survival, he would learn when to shut his tele-prompted mouth. I would certainly love to be a fly on the turkey bacon at that intense gathering of agitated Jihadists!

America’s most treasured commodity, our children, are being played like pawns in the political chess game. The standards of Common Core in our public schools are meant to harm and impede not enlighten and advance, and our children’s religious rights and freedoms are being kicked to hell by an out of control, belligerent rabid donkey that is deliriously hee-hawing with sacreligous greed now that the religious are  being forced to pay a tax that supports abortion! Many Republicans fall into the “ass” category as well, but for now, the focus must be on stopping the Marxist Democrats who are currently in control on Capitol Hill.

To help the flow of beer and political blarney, I am providing you with an Irish pub song that will help enhance your festivities.

Happy St. Patrick’s Day!

 

Will Our First Black President Succeed in Enslaving America?

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Al Sharpton and Barack Obama just had another top level racist pow wow at the White House where they decided that blacks suffer disproportionately from having to work without getting the proper wages. According to Sharpton, “It’s not just having a job; but having wages that are guaranteed to provide for our families. We had full employment in the black community during slavery. We just didn’t have wages.”

First, it seems the cart is pulling the donkey, a cart full of racist rants pulling a deceptive and disingenuous Democratic donkey. Shouldn’t the Obama donkey be pulling for jobs  before increased wages are even discussed? Obama’s Affordable Care Act according to the Congressional Budget Office will reduce the number of full-time workers, regardless of race, by more than 2 million in coming years and will begin to be felt in 2016. Some of these jobs are attributed to job cuts, but the vast majority will be jobs abandoned by employees who will just give up and stay home or work fewer hours as they weigh the higher taxes they will have to pay in the workforce versus government-sponsored benefits. It is strictly a numbers game for the average worker, and the breathtaking cunning culmination of the sinister Cloward-Piven Strategy.

Activists Richard Andrew Cloward and Frances Fox Piven, were a pair of radical hippie Columbia University professors, who called to overload the U.S. public welfare system in order to precipitate a crisis for economic sabotage. Their socialist strategy was to hasten the fall of capitalism by overloading the government bureaucracy with a flood of impossible demands, thus pushing society into a crisis and economic collapse. Their intimidating community organizing tactics, blended with Saul Alinsky’s, are  intent on forcing the redistribution of wealth. They knew their offensive would create an ever increasing drag on society and celebrated the fact that their welfare burden would become cumulative. Once eligibility for basic food and free government hand-outs is established for a dependent underclass, the drain on local resources persists indefinitely. Their punitive plan can be felt in every strategic socialist move Obama has made since taking office.

After disgraceful scandals and bankruptcy here in the USA, another faithful follower of Cloward-Piven and founder of ACORN, Wade Rathke, has branched out to help Obama advance the New World Order by applying his corporate shakedown globally through his ACORN International organization. Rathke is the ultimate ugly American spreading his gospel of so-called social justice while doing his best to redistribute wealth through intimidating shakedowns of USA corporations who do business overseas. Meanwhile, ACORN is still thriving in the United States, operating under the cover of numerous other names, all with the same intent to bring America to its economic knees. Rathke’s many groups include the “navigators” who “fast and furiously” are signing up the sheeple for Obamacare and for the aggressive voter registration now taking place that condones the illegal downloading of the registrant’s name, address and phone number into their Democratic database.

With the help of his implicit media and political groupies, Cloward-Piven devotee Obama is trying to make Americans believe that the loss of jobs will be good for us, that early retirement and staying at home will bring out our entrepreneurial spirit! So, while Obama plays golf and listens to Don’t Worry Be Happy  on his ear buds while dreaming about his next vacation without Michelle, Americans will soon be forced into early retirement and have to share their once empty love nests with bored kids who cannot find a job. A study from Pew Research found that 36 percent of Millennials young adults ages 18 to 31, are living at their parents homes, the highest number in four decades. As far as the entrepreneurial aspect is concerned, I was indeed inspired by Obama’s message and have come up with a compact, fold-a-way portable potty that will be useful while at Ghandi style sit-ins or when waiting in the long unemployment and food pantry lines.  I also plan to make a fortune selling these pots to the federal government for use at their new NSA Utah Data Center, where the local residents there are so disgusted with the Snoop-spy NSA Depot that they are threatening to shut off their water supply. What a business I will have, thanks Obama! Next on my entrepreneurial list is to figure out how to magically flush Obama and all the rest of his Marxist buddies down my port-a-potty, and like a good little “Greenie Weenie” be able to re-use their putrified remains as compost in Michelle’s organic garden. I will then look forward to becoming a national hero, have an airport named after me and retire on a hero’s pension. Life sure is good, thanks to Obama!

Well, don’t believe all the “happy talk” coming out of the delirious White House these days because according to influential Wall Street advisor, David John Marotta, the actual unemployment is 37.2%, and the “misery index” at over 14, the worst in 40 years. To make matters worse, the Congressional Budget Office stated that raising the minimum wage from $7.25 to $10.10 an hour could cost another 500,000 Americans their jobs! The real truth is that every time the minimum wage increases, the number of victims increases too!

Al Sharpton, the current voice of baleful blabbermouth black baloney for increased wages learned the in’s and outs of  Cloward-Piven intimidation from his mentor James Brown while touring with the “Godfather of Soul.”  At the time, Brown’s “soul” was so criminally tainted that he spent time in prison for assaulting his wife with a lead pipe and for rape and reckless driving. Sharpton quickly learned that if you are famous, you can get away with illegal acts. Al, whose headquarters and residence are in NYC, has made a living using his blackness to suck funds from large corporations he has intimidated and by illegal tax evasion, while maintaining a cool net worth well over $5 million dollars. Tax cheat Al is celebrating the recent announcement that New York City Mayor Bill de Blasio, appointed Sharpton’s tax fraud attorney, Zachary W. Carter as NYC Chief lawyer, how utterly serendipitous!!

Al Sharpton and Barack Obama do not give a hoot about the black population, it is evident in every shoddy city school, drug pimped street corner, and new SNAP addict. True to Cloward-Piven, adept Slavemaster Obama is only concerned with increasing the welfare stats, the political pandemic that will eventually lead to the destruction of the United States of America.

America voted in a black for president, racism is old news! All Americans, regardless of race, are being forcibly regulated, restricted and enslaved by a demonic master! It is time to set ourselves free from the bureaucratic induced class wars and belligerent bondage of the racist Obama administration!

“For freedom Christ has set us free; stand firm therefore, and do not submit again to a yoke of slavery.” Galatians 5:1

True happiness can never be found in government intervention and dependency, it can only be found in freedom and God’s compassionate grace and mercy.

“He taught me how to watch, how to fight and pray, and living rejoicing everyday.” Please enjoy this child prodigy as he spreads God’s word and be reminded that we are fighting for our children, our up- and- coming peacemakers! Oh Happy Day!

 

 

 

 

 

Turning Lemons Into Free Speech

Turning Lemons Into Free Speech

Turning Lemons Into Free Speech

 

With every penned or phoned executive order comes a more emboldened Democrat groupie ready to attack the conservative message. They stand over Facebook and Twitter like Piranha ready to eat their young if the message does not match their ideology. My article last week, “Woodstock D.C. Hippie Nirvana” sent me off to Twitter prison, not once, but twice, where I still sit, so I would like to take this opportunity to express my viewpoint about the progressives who delight in censoring me and others, the “thought police” who are trying to stifle our right to free speech.

Unfortunately, the progressives today are so far left that if the earth were flat, they would all fall off the far left edge. It is unlucky for America that the earth is round. The fact that the left is now the Marxist /Leninist party of the United States does make for lively debate though, and when you throw a black racist president with Muslim bloodlines into the colorful mix, it is quite the “dog and pony show” on Capitol Hill, a daily staged circus performance that makes Cirque du Soleil look like a bunch of amateurs. Listening to and observing the bunch of bureaucrats in Washington D.C., is almost as much fun as watching seals balance spinning balls on their wet noses, but at some point in time, the fun and games must end and they need to point their wet noses into the smelly Washington D.C. air, balance the budget, and begin to represent “We the People.”

The new stereotype for anyone who disagrees with this rogue circus crew in Washington is “Far Right,” meant to be a derogatory term that implies terroristic tendencies and religious fanaticism. It is a sad day in America when the true patriots of this great land are called out for their allegiance to the flag, the Constitution of the United States and “In God We Trust.” Members of the Tea Party have been identified in official military manuals as “terrorists” and the term Far Right is being used to defame, delegitimize, censor, punish and criminalize those who dare speak the truth.

But, what about the left, why have they not been properly labeled? The “Far Left” title does not adequately capture the true essence of their fractious personality so it is time to assign them a catchphrase as well, one that will become recognized as the de facto trademark  or epithet of the far left movement. To come up with a perfect name for them, one only needs to turn on the nightly news and watch a progressive being grilled by a conservative talk show host to begin to get a feel for their signature personality. When watching an interview, the viewer soon recognizes the left to be wimpy characters who “whine” about everything. When cornered with difficult questions, their voices become high pitched, their nostrils begin to flare and their eyes bulge wide while searching the ceiling for esoteric answers. Then, as their slanted rhetoric comes to a dramatic end, their pointer finger wags emphatically at the conservative host and blames them for asking an unfair question. So, in my opinion,“Whiney Weenies” says it all and just like their split personalities, is a designation that could easily become multi-purpose in nature and even duplicitous when needed. Slight mutations of “Whiney Weenies” could be cleverly used for a variety of situations and talking points. For example “Don Juan Weenies” would be perfect when discussing such adulterers as Bill Clinton or Anthony Weiner and “Androgynous Weenies” can aptly describe feminists like Wendy Davis, Sandra Fluke, and Hillary Clinton, women who wear the pants in the family. “Jumbo Weenie” fits Michelle Obama really well because the term can be broken down into fat calories and also serve as an unflattering double entendre. “Whopper Weenie” expertly describes Barack Obama, a president who habitually likes to tell untruthful whoppers.

This fall, just before the Midterms, the Tea Party could have a “Genie Weenie” of a campaign with signs and posters that read, “Vote Republican or Settle for the Whiney Weenie Weft.”  Bumper stickers with, “Ween Wight” would fool the NSA and not subject drivers to random searches just because they are conservatives. Lapel buttons with  “Weenies are Wrong” could snare the vote of both Michelle’s grain fed food police and donut loving conservatives. “Weepy Weenie Boehner Must Go” is just another thought. Lastly, a “Wicked Weenie Weekly” could be the go-to paper that keeps the populace informed of the latest lawless executive orders coming out of the oval office.

Thomas Jefferson once said, “If a nation expects to be ignorant and free, it expects what never was and never will be…..the people cannot be safe without information. Where the press is free, and every man able to read, all is safe.” Mass communication is now controlled by the elite, powerful few. Due to an ever unpopular economic environment combined with Obama’s low poll numbers, the facts coming out of the Goebbels gobbledegook “Ministry of Propaganda” these days, is fuzzy on the best of days, distorted on most. Singling out and stifling the conservative voice is a dangerous portent, a bad omen of an out of control despotic censorship.

“Faced with a brass band that was positioned to drown out free speech, Russian activists reacted to the potential confrontation with lemons. With activists eating lemons or pretending to, involuntary saliva reaction of the band made it impossible for them to interrupt.”- author, Masha Gessen

As the old saying goes, “When life gives you lemons, make lemonade.” A poetic rendition of the phrase entitled “The Optimist” appeared in the 1940 edition of The Rotarian:

“Life handed him a lemon,
As Life sometimes will do.
His friends looked on in pity,
Assuming he was through.
They came upon him later,
Reclining in the shade
In calm contentment, drinking
A glass of lemonade

Tea anyone, or do we need to start passing the lemonade?

 

 

 

Woodstock D.C. Hippie Nirvana

 

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Woodstock D.C., Hippie Nirvana

If you look back to the sixties and early seventies, there is a lot to be learned about our current “groovy” leaders and their warped ideology. It was an era that shaped the Baby Boomer generation and became known as the Age of Aquarius, the New Age movement of great enlightenment, when the number one hit of 1969 was Aquarius/Let the Sunshine In by the Fifth Dimension. The lyrics speak of harmony and understanding, drug induced mystic revelations and the mind’s true liberations. This dawn of a new drug culture and sexual revolution was the same time America began to be raped of it’s innocence and of God’s law and order.

The World War II generation had survived a depression and war and celebrated their good fortune by working hard to get ahead to provide their families with the material pleasures of life and a promising future. They moved into neighborhoods that offered better school systems and sent their children to colleges and universities, a first for many families. It was also a time in history when parenting was dealt a big blow and common sense was carelessly thrown into the diaper pail along with the dirty diapers.

In 1946, Yale trained, Dr. Benjamin Spock, published the book,“Common Sense of Baby and Child Care” that would become the bible of child care for the Baby Boomer generation. Spock broke with tradition and favored indulgent love and affection over strict discipline and routine. Sigmund Freud, the eminent early psychologist who opined that human behavior is largely the product of unconscious sexual drives determined by childhood experience, inspired Spock to theorize that repression of odd behavior should be overlooked.

In addition to the convoluted conjecture of Spock, existentialism became a significant philosophical viewpoint as well. Two French writers, Jean-Paul Sartre and Albert Camus, wrote about individual consciousness and the creation of  “oneself” that shunned both society and religion. Darwinism added to the oncoming tide of moral relativism and was used by creationists here in the United States who theorized that homo sapiens, or man, was simply another form of animal that evolved from apes, an atheistic naturalism. The cultural tsunami that ensued would begin the slow drowning death of America’s Judeo-Christian culture. It is interesting to note that later in life, Spock came to the realization that the major reason for most of the serious social problems in the United States today could be traced back to the weakening of the influence of religion and an increasing secular society.

Twenty years later, the Baby Boomers would be unleashed onto society, ready to “create oneself,” thousands of undisciplined, spoiled, contemptuous, narcissistic, kid’s who after too much psychoanalysis and intellectually induced permissiveness, were primed to rebuke all aspects of authority, including God. 1968 was deemed the “Year of the Student,” with 7 million students enrolled in colleges and universities, and the mood on campuses was rebellious; sugar cubes laced with LSD was their comfort. There were violent confrontations between college students and law enforcement officers, and derogatory euphemisms such as “the fuzz” and “pig” began to be used against the police as their distrust of them widened.

On January 14, 1967, an event called the “Human Be-In” took place in San Francisco’s Golden Gate Park, an introduction to the key ideas of the Baby Boomer counterculture; personal empowerment, sexual promiscuity, communal living, cultural decentralization, ecological awareness, higher consciousness, acceptance of illicit drug use and radical progressive political ideology. The event was a convergence of UC Berkeley radical militants protesting against the Viet Nam war, and the more pacifist, peace loving “flower children” of the nearby neighborhood of Haight-Ashbury. Many radical leaders spoke at the pivotal event, including Doctor Timothy Leary, a key promoter of his drug of choice, LSD, a mind altering, hallucinogenic, “acid.” His intellectually profound message to the crowd was “Turn on, tune in, drop out.”

That summer became known as “The Summer of Love” and Scott Mckenzie’s 1967 hit single, San Francisco was the harbinger of the times; “Be sure to wear some flowers in your hair if you come to San Francisco, summertime will be a love-in there.” Soon,100,000 “flower children” also known as hippies, descended upon the Haight-Ashbury neighborhood. Haight-Ashbury soon became a ghetto of bohemians who wanted to experiment with new ways of expression and awareness of one’s self, stemming from their frustration with both governmental and parental authority. Peaceful dissent turned into hallucinatory hell as LSD use became rampant. Acid parties, light shows, and drug induced orgies all led to a very dangerous and destructive psychedelic subculture. Spock parents who had been taught to become their children’s friends, joined in the free for all and began taking mood altering prescription drugs, characterized in the Rolling Stones song, Mothers Little Helper.

Acid and Psychedelic Rock music, began to unify and define the message of the hippie movement and it was to become the most revolutionary time in musical history. In 1964, the Beatles performed their number one hit single I Want to Hold Your Hand on the Ed Sullivan Show to an audience of 73 million people. As the drug culture took hold, so did their tunes. Pop music turned to Acid Rock and the Beatles began to write psychedelic songs that spoke of the times and the LSD experience. Fifty years later, John Lennon’s son Sean joined the modern day psychedelic surrealists, the “Flaming Lips” and paid tribute to the “Fab Four”  by singing their trippy rendition of Lucy in the Sky With Diamonds on the Dave Letterman show…and the beat goes on.

The media courted the youth counterculture with the breakdown of censorship in the motion picture industry and by opening up a plethora of pornography and previously prohibited subject matter. News coverage of the “Black Power” civil rights movement and graphic footage of the bloody reality of the Vietnam war fueled the fervor. Easy Rider in 1969, became a landmark counterculture film that depicted Wyatt, nicknamed Captain America (Peter Fonda) and Billy (Dennis Hopper) and their search for freedom while traveling on their motorcycles from commune to commune with a steady supply of drugs. In the end, Captain America prophetically said, “We blew it.”

Recreational sex became rampant, monogamy and marriage no longer important. Children were born to mothers who did not offer permanence and stability. It was an alternative society that lived in its own idealistic world, a utopia with boundless freedom. Despite the warnings, unsupervised “hippie trips” led to psychosis and demon filled dreams. The Bay area of California became a hotbed of evil. George Harrison began to liken hippies to filthy degenerates and focused on the spiritual through Transcendental Meditation and cosmic consciousness. Other forms of spirituality, including voodoo and witchcraft were explored and the Chicago author of “Satan’s bible,” musician and founder of the Church of Satan, Anton LaVey, performed Satanic baptisms and Satanic funerals. Dangerous cults erupted, the most famous being led by Charles Manson, a career criminal who preyed on the rich and famous and whose cult, the Manson family, eventually murdered eight-and-a half month pregnant actress Sharon Tate and four others on August 9, 1969.

The hippie movement came to its peak when more than half a million people gathered peacefully in Bethel, New York on August 15-18,1969 for the Woodstock Festival, three days of music that included 32 acts. Although she did not attend the event, Joni Mitchell penned a song about Woodstock that later became a major hit for Crosby, Stills, Nash &Young. Attendees came to be known as Woodstock Nation, now a catchphrase for the counterculture of the era.

Woodstock Nation imploded four months later in California on December 6, 1969 when the Altamont Speedway Free Festival, known as Woodstock West, erupted in violence as the Rolling Stones performed their demonically charged Sympathy for the Devil at nightfall. Murders, births, deaths from drugs, injuries, stolen cars and property damage brought the concert to its shortened conclusion.

The flower children wilted and many began to concentrate on planting their pagan radical seeds into “The Green Agenda” movement, such as Agenda 21, aimed at globalizing the United States environmental issues. Today, Woodstock, D.C., is full of Boomer’s who have the “New Age” counterculture spirit ingrained in their souls. They are the same, over-educated, existentialist hippies who refused to accept God as their authority. Their perceptions of how individuals should live their lives are still based on their own narcissistic psychosis and spiritual hollowness. The EPA, FDA, NSA, TSA, DOJ, DEA, DHS, DOD, FAA, FDA, HUD, IRS, are their ball and chains, federal agencies set up to enslave the American people in order to advance their  “utopia” and New World Order. Their chain is now beginning to  tighten around the necks of our children with the implementation of Common Core in our school systems and the decriminalization and legalization of marijuana. Pot not only lowers the IQ of young people permanently, but a drugged child is easy to manipulate and subdue, manna for despots. Teach Your Children by Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young speaks of the continuing generational agenda to live by the “code” of a global community and to have your children abide by the liberal rules.

The current manufactured intelligence of most politicians in Woodstock, D.C. stems from the illusion to “create oneself.” The choice to assume the responsibilities that come with defending and protecting America’s freedoms have been ditched in favor of a more enjoyable, selfish and self-satisfying path to greed and power. Their blind desire refuses to acknowledge or answer to a higher moral authority, to obey God and his rules. Instead, groupie enablers foolishly continue to seek alternative enlightenment and sheepishly follow Messianic want-to-be’s who are led by pollsters and the political wind. The patched photo on the header of this post is just one patch in the giant quilt of progressive secularism that is determined to fragment Christendom and lead America to atheistic totalitarianism. “For although they knew God, they neither glorified him as God nor gave thanks to him, but their thinking became futile and their foolish hearts were darkened.” (Roman 1:21)

Christians must unite and fight this war between darkness and light. When the Constitution was adopted, “We the People” agreed to be governed, not ruled by evil authority.  “For our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the powers of this dark world and against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly realms. (Ephesians 6:12)

“Let your light shine before men, that they may see your good deeds and praise your Father in heaven” (Matthew 5:16)….  or …. Imagine what will happen.

 

 

 

 

 

Mirror Mirror on the Wall, Who is the Most Evil Jezebel of Them All?

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Feminists are out in full force with their vicious attacks toward conservative women.

Sarah Silverman, Amy Glass, Lizz Winstead, and Laura Levite are all presumably Jewish women (obviously non-practicing) who share the devils tent and should have learned from their grandparents that hate and anger against religious beliefs leads to very dangerous territory. My recent post about Anne Frank is adequate evidence. Wendy Davis, self-proclaimed Christian Queen of Abortion, is a laughable oxymoron.

January 22nd marked the 41st anniversary of the infamous US Supreme Court Roe v. Wade decision, which in effect legalized abortion-on-demand nationwide and is better described as America’s national holocaust. When Hitlers Third Reich was at its peak, the abortion rate was 40%. Shockingly, America’s abortion rate today is right at 40%. In fact, statistically the most dangerous place to be right now is in a mothers womb.

To feminists, the word vagina is shouted in their cheerleading routines as if the word were their “football.”  Misguided liberal women believe conservative women are intent on a “Hail Mary Pass” to prevent them from ever receiving contraception, when in fact that is farthest from the truth.  If these vile female creatures decide not to procreate, it would be a huge win for the game of life. What concerns conservative women is to be tackled, penalized and forced to pay for contraceptives and abortions that contribute to the genocide and violate their religious beliefs. At the end of the season, all those fumbled “football” passes add up and God fearing women do not want to share in the victory party at the Super Bowl of Hell.

Speaking of Hell, Ms. Wendy Davis, a Democrat candidate for Texas governor, famous for her 11-hour filibuster supporting late-term abortions after 20 weeks, and the official “pin-up girl” for the abortion business, gave up two children by different fathers to advance her career. It recently came to light Ms. Davis “enhanced” stories about her past as a single mother to create a more marketable image for her “Pity Me I’m a Woman” campaign. “Hall of Framers” Hillary Clinton and Nancy Pelosi must be proud of their Pro-Choice protege. High Priestess Pelosi profoundly reflected, “It’s so hypocritical…(Republicans) don’t believe in government…except when it comes to the bedroom.” Hypocritical? What about a Roman Catholic who supports abortion?

Feminazi Ms. Sarah Silverman’s blasphemous best is seen in a new pro-abortion public service announcement:  Silverman claims Jesus called her to spread his message to the people, that he is bummed by all the people who use his name for intolerance and oppression. This false Jesus smiles and spews, “I’m Jesus F-ing Christ.” The video gets especially satanic when her make-believe Jesus brings Silverman to a fake orgasm and tells her she is a “good little Jewish girl.” Ms. Silverman should confer with her local Rabbi and see if he agrees with her interpretation of the Bible.

Ms. Amy Glass, another progressive American culture destroyer, does not worry about abortion, she would prefer that women not have children at all. She recently wrote an article entitled “I Look Down On Young Women With Husbands And Kids And I’m Not Sorry”  How can Amy not acknowledge that she herself would not be alive today if her mother and father had not desired to procreate? Amy’s statement that “You will never have the time, energy, freedom or mobility to be exceptional if you have a husband and kids,” is revealing. Amy selfishly believes that backpacking on your own throughout Asia is the preferred route to becoming exceptional. What? Sleeping in a tent alone, with exotic bugs crawling up my sleeping bag would not make me feel exceptional. Exceptional to me means sleeping in a nice soft bed nestled next to my husband, or while attending church and thanking God for entrusting me with the stewardship of two wonderful children who will never allow the Amy’s of the world to turn America into an immoral, androgynous society.

Ms. Lizz Winstead, another putrid pundit was recently on MSNBC stating that conservative women beat the drum of repression because their sex lives are so miserable. I think that Ms. Winstead is misinformed. She should exercise her journalistic duty and report the facts; that the majority of men on earth prefer pretty, good- hearted conservative women over antagonistic, neutered, hairy underarmed, “plain Janes”, and then decide who is really in charge of the Department of Sex.

Ms. Laura Levite, seemingly aspiring to become the head cheerleader of the “Foul Five” made sure to get her name and cause in the spotlight with her rebuttal of Cathy McMorris Rodgers Republican speech after the State of the Union Address. Ms. Levite sent out a rash of  particularly demonically charged tweets. Her two best examples of sluttiness were, “I want to rip out the uterus of that pro- life C*** Cathy McMorris Rodgers and eat it so I can see the surprised look on her frigid face.” Ms. Levite goes on to tweet, “Dear God, please bring CathyMcMorris to your home. I’m gonna pray now, thank you.”

In Revelations 2: 20-23, the Bible warns; “Nevertheless, I have this against you: You tolerate that woman Jezebel, who call herself a prophetess. By her teaching she misleads my servants into sexual immorality and the eating of food sacrifices to idols. I have given her time to repent of her immorality, but she is unwilling. So I will cast her on a bed of suffering, and I will make those who commit adultery with her suffer intensely, unless they repent of her ways. I will strike her children dead. Then all the churches will know that I am he who searches hearts and minds, and I will repay each of you according to your deeds.” Revelation 18:4 also warns, “Come out of her my people, lest you share in her sins, and lest you receive her plagues.”

So who is Jezebel? Jezebel’s story is told in the two Books of Kings. She was the Phoenician wife of King Ahab of Israel, her marriage a political alliance that provided Israel with military protection, access to Phoenician ports and important trade routes. Ahab’s God was Yahweh, hers was Baal, a worship rooted in sensuality involving ritualistic prostitution in the temples and at times requiring human sacrifice, usually the firstborn of the one making the sacrifice. Jezebel’s threat to eliminate Israels faithful servants of God became so great that the prophet Elijah summoned her followers to a tournament on Mt. Carmel to determine which Deity was supreme. They both were to offer sacrifices and wait to see if Baal or the Lord would light a fire. The worshippers of Baal proceeded to cut themselves and perform pagan rituals with ecstatic cries of frenzy while dancing around their alter. It was Elijah’s single plea to God that is ultimately answered. After winning the contest, Elijah declares “Seize the prophets and of Baal, let not a single one of them get away.” When Jezebel learns that Baal is defeated and that Yahweh is the undisputed master of the universe and her prophets are dead, her prideful and rebellious spirit refuses to repent…instead she declares herself Elijah’s equal and that he should fear for his life. (1Kings 18- 21)

After other misdeeds and lies, and when Jehu is crowned King of Israel, Elisha orders revenge on Jezebel and the blood of the Lords servants. Jehu instructs Jezebels servant to throw her out the window; “So they threw her down, and some of her blood spattered the wall and the horses as they trampled her underfoot.” Jezebel’s body was left in the street and Jehu commanded her to be buried, “But when they went out to bury her, they found nothing but her skull, her feet, and her hands.” It was just as the Lord had spoken through Elijah; “Jezebels body will be like refuse on the ground in the plot at Jezreel, so that no one will be able to say, “This is Jezebel.” (2Kings:9 )

The Jezebel spirit we are witnessing today is born out of rebellion and witchcraft. It is an evil spirit; nasty, jealous, indifferent, arrogant, and in constant need of recognition, praise and power. The Jezebel spirit seeks to denigrate men and divest them of their authority. Jezebel’s are callous, controlling, manipulative, deceitful, materialistic, demonic and refuse to take blame or responsibility for their actions. They distort, lie and harass.They are spoiled narcissists bent on self-worship whose bile bitterness rots their souls from the inside out.

The mirror of the soul is reflected in ones actions. Conservative women will continue to strive to reflect the image of God and trample the Jezebel spirit. “But we all, with unveiled face, beholding as in a mirror the glory of the Lord, are being transformed into the same image from glory to glory, just as from the Lord, the Spirit.” (2 Corinthians 3:18)

May God continue to bless and provide conservative women with a steady supply of Prince Charmings, men who adoringly appreciate their selfless affection and love.

Theocracy, a Christian metal band that was founded in Athens, Georgia produced an album titled,  “Mirror of Souls.” Their three Movements    #1   #2  and #3  are extremely powerful and a great emotional listen for both young and old. Enjoy!

 

 

 

Anne Frank and Why her Diary is so Important Today

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One of the more horrific examples of “normalcy bias” is the Holocaust.

Barton Briggs, in his book, Wealth, Wisdom and War, wrote, “By the end of 1935,  100,000 Jews had left Germany, but 450,000 still remained. Wealthy Jewish families kept thinking and hoping that the worst was over, many of the German Jews, brilliant, cultured and cosmopolitan as they were, were too complacent. They had been in Germany so long and were so well established they simply could not believe there was going to be a crisis that would endanger them. They believed the Nazi’s anti-Semitism was an episodic event and that Hitler’s bark was worse than his bite. They reacted sluggishly to the rise of Hitler for completely understandable but tragically erroneous reasons. Events moved much faster than they could imagine. Jews were arrested, beaten, taxed, robbed and jailed for no reason other than the fact that they practiced a particular religion. As a result, they were shipped off to concentration camps, their houses and businesses seized.  Author Biggs reiterates, “This is one of the most tragic examples of the ‘normalcy bias’ the world has ever seen.”

Anne Frank is the face of the Holocaust, the face that most identify with when trying to grasp the horrors of Hitler’s Germany.  “Anne Frank, The Diary of a Young Girl, “ offers poignant words that fill the readers soul with overwhelming empathy, compassion and deep rooted sadness.

Anne’s carefree life quickly changed after May 1940. Anti-Jewish decrees followed each other in quick succession. Jews must wear a yellow five pointed star, hand in their bicycles, were banned from riding the tram, forbidden to drive, could only shop in Jewish stores between the hours of three to five pm and had to be in their homes by eight o’clock at night. They were forbidden to visit theatre’s, cinema’s and other places of entertainment. Jews could not take part in public sports; swimming, tennis, and field hockey were all prohibited. Jews had to go to Jewish schools and not associate with Christians. “It is as if the entire world had turned upside down,” Anne lamented.

It was Sunday, June 14, 1942, Anne’s 13th birthday when she received a red plaid diary as a gift. She quickly named her diary “Kitty” and began to confide in Kitty as if her diary were her best friend. In Anne’s words “I want to write, but more than that, I want to bring out all kinds of things that lie buried deep in my heart.”

When Hitler began his oppression against Jews, Otto Frank, Anne’s father, moved his family from Frankfurt, Germany to Amsterdam, Holland. There he had an office and business that sold pectin, the powdered fruit extract used to make jam. When the SS sent the Frank’s a notice that Anne’s sister Margot was being “called up” the family quickly made plans to go into hiding. Anne packed a small satchel for her new life at the “Secret Annex”.  “I began to pack some of my most vital belongings.” Her diary was the first to get packed, “But I am not sorry, memories mean more to me than dresses.”  Then, as if she were going to the North Pole, Anne donned several layers of clothing that would become her modest wardrobe in her new life.

The “Secret Annex” was comprised of a section of rooms on the upper floors behind Otto’s warehouse.  With the help of his Christian co-workers, the Franks along with their friends the Van Daans who had a son named Peter, and Mr Dussel, a Dentist, eight in all, were to spend the next 25 months in hiding. Anne described what it felt like to disappear as “being on vacation in a boarding house.” In order to conceal their hideout, the group could not make any noise during business hours. They were forced to tread in stocking feet during daylight hours and not run any water. At night, they lived in fear of the neighbors discovering they were there, so primitive curtains were hastily made and hung into place. A cupboard was constructed to conceal the entrance to the Secret Annex and when unbolted, during very restrictive hours, the eight could utilize the rooms below, which included a kitchen.

For Anne, the days turned into weeks, the weeks into months and the months into years. Her life was strictly regimented; a time to use the hot water, a time to use a desk,  a time to learn, a time to cook or clean.  Fortunately, the office below had a radio and was one of the daily rituals that allowed the eight to remain connected to the outside world. Trainloads of boys leaving daily, men, woman and children forced to sleep together, Jews being gassed, Gestapo loaded cattle trucks slowly rambling down the tracks to Westerbok, with no food or water for the passengers. “Sometimes I believe that God wants to try me,” but Anne promised Kitty she would persevere,  “that I shall persevere in spite of everything, swallow my tears.” Then after the tears came hope. Winston Churchill came on the radio and declared it “was the end of the beginning.”

Anne began thinking about returning to school, about the new shoes and clothes she would purchase after the war. Profound guilt followed these thoughts, the guilt that could not forget the gassing of her friends. Then came the fear, the terrifying Air raids and machine gun fire that accompanied Anne to bed each night. Dark circles began to form under her eyes from lack of sleep, as her dreams were interrupted by visions of the Gestapo taking the eight away at gunpoint. Her description of herself at that time was “like a songbird whose wings had been clipped…and who is hurling himself in utter darkness against the bars of his cage. The stillness and fear were at time overwhelming and suffocating.”

Anne’s faith grew in spite of it all. “People who have religion should be glad for not everyone has the gift of believing in heavenly things.” “ Religion keeps me on the right path. It isn’t the path of God but the upholding of one’s own honor and conscience. How noble and good everyone’ life could be if every evening before falling asleep, they were to recall to their minds the events of the whole day and consider what has been good and bad. Then, without realizing it, you try to improve yourself at the start of each day.”

“I simply cannot build up my hopes based on confusion misery and death. I see the world gradually being turned into a wilderness, I hear the ever approaching thunder which will destroy us too, I can feel the sufferings of millions and yet, if I look up into the heavens I think that it will all come right, that this cruelty too will end and that peace and tranquility will return again. In the meantime, I must uphold my ideals for perhaps the time will come when I can carry them out.”

Anne achieved balance in her life by aligning herself with God and the beauty in her enclosed world. She found beauty in nature, the single oak tree that stood outside her attic window, and in literature and music. Mozart’s Eine Kleine Nacht Musik was her favorite.

When listening to this important work of Mozart, you can visualize Anne twirling around in her homemade ballerina skirt, feel the brush of her skirt against your leg, see the sparkle of hope in her eyes, sense the freedom and love she felt in her rare, carefree moment in time.

August 4, 1944. The Gestapo knocked on the cupboard door and penetrated the Secret Annex. On September 3rd, these eight were on the very last shipment of Jews to leave Holland. Anne died from Typhoid fever at a concentration camp.

Today, hundreds of thousands of Christians are being persecuted for their religious beliefs and Christians and Jews alike are considered “infidels” who must perish. What have we learned as a society since Anne’s mature words of wisdom and desire for world peace? The horrors of war and loss of freedom should continue to be taught to our children through the diary of Anne Frank and every American must continue to fight so their own children will never have to suffer the same fate as Anne.

May my best friend Anne continue to inspire the angels in heaven with her beautiful words of inspiration and bring comfort to the six million Jews who are there with her. Thank you Anne for your significant contribution to mankind.     Yours, Kitty.

 

The War Against the Military and American Spirit…and the Solution

 

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In the aftermath of our Government’s repeated attempts to disgrace and dishonor our military and veterans, I thought perhaps it was time to define the American spirit, the spirit that made America exceptional, the spirit that the vast majority of politicians seem to lack and prefer to recognize as right wing terrorism, the spirit that “We the People” will continue to defend and safeguard and that our troops are fighting for.

How does one accurately portray the American spirit, define a patriot’s very breath? It is best to go back in history to be able to fully understand the birth of the American spirit, that indefatigable yearning for liberty, freedom and independence from tyranny, the spirit that brought George Washington to his knees while praying for Divine Providence and protection. It was a deep seated craving; an intense longing and victorious resolve that refused to accept failure. It was a virtuous spirit that was nonpartisan, a united determination to form a Republic and Constitution for “We the People,” where citizens could enjoy natural and inalienable rights, granted by God.

Since our early beginnings, our ancestors have fought on the battle field, lives sacrificed so that future generations of children would be able to live under the protection of freedom, able to pursue a life full of hope, dreams and endless opportunity. The American spirit knows that freedom fuels ambition and provides the passion to excel and attain unlimited achievement. The American spirit unleashes a creative inventiveness that can only spring from a gut where the seeds of imagination have been allowed to germinate, unencumbered by restrictions of thought. This entrepreneurial proclivity has the ability to attain incomprehensible heights of financial and philanthropic achievement, the American Dream. The American spirit appreciates its blessings and strives to give back to the same country that has given them such tremendous opportunity. The American spirit is the most charitable in the world.

The American soldier understands better than anyone that the American spirit is a priceless national treasure worth fighting for; know first hand the putrefying tactics of brutal dictatorships whose aim is to decompose the soul. Our soldiers have crawled in bug infested jungles, marched in scorching deserts, been tossed around in rough seas and shot down from the sky while witnessing countless, godless acts of murder, heinous attacks on the religious, the shameful neglect of the poor, the tragic desperation of a demoralized populace deprived of spirit and hope. The American soldier weeps for the children of the world who are the innocent tragic victims of war, the political pawns whose dreams are filled with nightmares of death. The American soldier embarks on daring, dangerous missions so that America’s children will never have to suffer the same fate. The American soldier knows they may never see their families again and hear the word they cherish the most, Daddy.

The bald eagle was chosen June 20, 1782 as the emblem of the United States because of its long life, great strength, majestic looks and also because it was believed to only exist on the American continent. The eagle represents freedom. He lives on the mountain tops, able to fly to the valley’s below, or soar upward to the boundless spaces above. The American soldier is the wind beneath the eagle’s wings and the American spirit, as so eloquently expressed by Roger Whitakker in his rendition of  Wind Beneath My Wings

Actions speak louder than words and the actions of our top leaders in Washington D.C. is like a show and tell of the exploitation of power and complete disregard of the American spirit and the American soldier. The blatant berating and disregard of our military by our government is beyond description and borders on treason.

But, what difference does it make that President Barack Obama used the lame excuse of a sequester to disallow eighty year old veterans in wheel chairs admittance to the World War II Memorial built in their honor, commemorating their brave service to America so that communism did not spread to our shores. What does it matter that our Commander-in-Chief is rushing to unload senior officers at the Pentagon who disagree with his anti-American ideology, at the rate of one senior military officer every 8.8 days, an amount that is close to 200 officers dismissed since he took charge of our military. What does it matter that during the Obama years, Special Operations Forces has seen a 123% increase in the number of countries of deployment, secret missions being conducted far away from prying eyes, media scrutiny or any other type of outside oversight, a special ops globalization. Retired Army Colonel Andrew Bacevich, professor of history and international relations at Boston University has noted, the utilization of Special Operations Forces during the Obama years has decreased military accountability, strengthened the “imperial presidency,” and set the stage for a war without end. In short, Bacevich wrote on TomDispatch, “handing war to the special operators severs an already too tenuous link between war and politics; it becomes war for its own sake.” Without a clear picture of where the military’s covert forces are operating and what they are doing, Americans may not recognize the consequences of and blowback from our ever expanding secret wars as they develop all over the world.

What difference does it make that Vice-president Joe Biden leaked top secret, classified information to the media that the Navy Seals were responsible for Bin Laden’s death, putting SEAL Team 6  in harms way, with a target on their backs. What does it matter that retired Secretary of State Hillary Clinton neglected to properly beef up security at the mission in Benghazi, after repeated requests to do so, resulting in a massacre that she refused to take any responsibility for, instead telling Congress “What difference does it make?” What does it matter that fifteen Libyans who were cooperating with the FBI to get to the bottom of the Benghazi lies are now dead? What does it matter that General Martin Dempsey, chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff, failed to respond to the attack on Benghazi. What does it matter that the Director of the CIA, John Brennan, a convert to Islam, refused to take his oath of office on a Bible? What does it matter that Secretary of State John Kerry’s pompous foreign policy gaffes have led to hiring a chief spokesperson, Jen Psaki, to speak for him. What does it matter that Kerry once ran around with Jane Fonda giving aid and comfort to the enemy while openly slandering our Vietnam Veterans. What does it matter that our Secretary of Defense, Chuck Hagel, has throughout his career sought to protect Iran from U.S sanctions and diplomatic pressure.  What does it matter that Senate Majority Leader Harry Reid killed an amendment that would have restored the military pensions that were cut in a budget deal, but is willing to extend unemployment benefits. What does it matter that House Minority Leader Nancy Pelosi watched as veterans were turned away from their sacred memorials, but attended and gave a speech at the “Camino Americano,” or “American Road” amnesty rally that was allowed access and clearance on the National mall, just a short walk from the barricaded World War II memorial. What does it matter that the Pentagon continues to purge God and believes the biggest threat to our national security are those who believe that Jesus Christ will return to Jerusalem to rule the world?

When Winston Churchill and Franklin Roosevelt met in 1941 on the battleship HMS Prince of Wales to agree to the Atlantic Charter, a church service was held for which Prime Minister Churchill chose the hymns. He chose “Onward Christian Soldiers” and afterwards made a radio broadcast explaining his choice: “We sang “Onward, Christian Soldiers” indeed, and I felt that this was no vain presumption, but that we had the right to feel that we were serving a cause for the sake of which a trumpet has sounded from on high. When I looked upon that densely packed congregation of fighting men of the same language, of the same faith, of the same fundamental laws, of the same ideals … it swept across me that here was the only hope, but also the sure hope, of saving the world from measureless degradation.”

We are witnessing the radical secularization and extermination of America’s belief system and spirit, the very ideals that made us great. The most dangerous war right now is being waged on American soil, on the American people. Ephesians 6:10-20 explains that our foe is Satan, not men. Character and coming together in hope and purpose will win the current battle in America because our genuine and righteous Commander-in-Chief is the eternal, omnipotent Christ, whose kingdom cannot fail.

Onward Christian Soldiers

 

Community Organizers, the Bullies of the Neighborhood

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The old familiar door creaked a bit every time it was opened, a sign of it’s use and age. It was the entry to a brown clapboard neighborhood grocery store, Paul’s Market, that had flourished for half a century, even though almost hidden and nondescript between the brown clapboard middle class homes that surrounded it. At one time it was called Frank’s Market, but then Paul bought it and his name was not Frank, so it was renamed Paul’s. The neighbors did not need a neon sign or elaborately decorated window to know that it sold all the foodstuff they would need to satisfy their daily meal planning. Upon entering the compact store, my mother would be standing at a small steel cash register, her sparkling blue eyes ready to greet everyone who entered with a warm smile and hello. She would then wipe the flour sack apron that was tied around her waist and suggest that some chuck roast had just been ground and two pounds would make enough Swedish meatballs to feed and delight their entire family. The customer would perk up, happy their meal worries were over and say that sounded great! My mother, proud of her salesmanship abilities, would then proceed to write down the recipe for them onto a brown paper bag…the one that would soon hold two pounds of ground chuck. Then, with a wink, my mother would suggest that a can of corn, mashed potato and fresh green beans would go very nicely with it.

As the customer got to the very back of the store, Paul, my father, would suddenly poke his head out the open doorway, beckoning them to the fresh meat and seafood department, a  narrow back room that consisted of a walk-in refrigerator and a three inch thick butcher block table that spanned the entire length of the wall. Perched on the end of the table was a large stainless steel meat grinder and tucked underneath the counter was a small stool, so that when asked, I could help grind up some hamburg for that day. I loved putting a hunk of meat into the funnel shaped opening at the top and watch as the meat came out the bottom chute, like big blood red strands of wiggling spaghetti. It was much more fun than my other job, restocking the shelves. Extra cans of everything were in the basement below, down a set of rickety stairs, and the dark gloominess seemed a mile away from the cheery atmosphere above.

My favorite job at Paul’s, was delivering groceries. The surrounding neighborhood was a beehive of humanity and Paul’s was the cohesive honeycomb, the sweetest spot in town, where everyone gathered and shared the day’s news, at a time when the internet did not exist and communication was still done the old fashioned way, by word of mouth. I listened in on many a conversation and learned that what was being whispered was not said in a gossipy way, but rather in a helpful way to quickly learn of the latest “goings on” in town. Paul’s became a place to mourn someone’s death, celebrate a birth or even just have some friendly chatter when feeling alone and out of sorts. My goodhearted parents were great listeners and always there when someone was sick and needed help. They would be the first to call old Mrs. So and So who had just fallen to see if she might need some groceries hand delivered to her front door step. That is when my ears would perk up because I knew that hand delivering meant I would soon be out the door armed with bulging brown paper bags filled with food items that were desperately needed right away. I was used to walking everywhere; school, church, the library and the doctor, never needing to worry about gaining weight from mom’s Swedish meatballs with mashed potatoes, and enjoyed the walk almost as much as the greeting I would receive once arriving at the recipients house. They were considerate deliveries and my errands would always be rewarded with grateful hugs. While walking back to the store, I always felt happy that I had been able to help, in my own special way, a person in need. That feeling of contentment lingered for the rest of the day and prompted a smile on my lips at the most unexpected times. Perhaps that was my first brush with learning that unselfish deeds were so selfishly rewarding and that caring neighbors offered the palpable love that kept our town’s heart ticking, alive and well.

In stark contrast to community caring and love, Saul Alinsky, a Marxist from Chicago, created a much different model for community life, a concept he coined “community organizing” a clever euphemism for community communism.  Alinsky, who wrote “Rules for Radicals,” and dedicated his book to his favorite radical, the devil, did not focus on transfusing good back into the community, but rather focused on sucking it dry of all its underlying goodness, hope and promising future, a future called the “American Dream.”  His communist model instead relished the “redistribution of wealth” or in layman’s terms, the taking of wealth from the hardworking middle class and giving it to the lazy, government dependent, underclass. He became the master puppeteer who trained his community operatives  how to pull the strings of jealousy, race, and class warfare in order to obtain his nefarious quest for power. Barack Obama, who was hustled back and forth from Africa to America during his childhood, was never part of a functional family or community. His high school days in Hawaii were spent experimenting with drugs, not neighborly love, therefore, the Marxist, Alinsky model played right into his greedy hands; to him, community organizing was fair game in an America that he had never bonded with and the fast track tool to help him achieve his political ambitions.

Are America’s neighborhood’s any better off now under Obama’s, agnostic “social justice” programs and community organizing? That question can only be answered in truth by our neighbors. My neighbors are moving after losing their homes, trying to find low rental apartments or moving in with family; my neighbors are buying whatever is on sale at the supermarket and making their short grocery list last a week; my neighbors are no longer going on weekend getaways or vacations because they can no longer afford the gas; my neighbors are losing their health insurance and good doctor’s, wondering how they will be able to afford the new insurance tax being levied upon them; my neighbors are losing their full time jobs because their employers cannot afford the new “affordable” Obamacare; my neighbors are being audited by the IRS because they are active conservatives; my neighbors are veterans who proudly served our country and are now watching as their benefits are being diminished and used as political bait; my neighbors now have to think twice before hanging the American flag or displaying a cross in front of their own homes for fear of reprisal and fines; my neighbors are watching as America’s sovereignty is slowly slipping away and being handed to the United Nations; my neighbors are being spied upon at every street corner and traffic light; my neighbors are stocking up on supplies, waiting for the next false flag event or manufactured “crisis”; my neighbors are buying guns and ammunition because they no longer trust our tyrannical government.

Who will get us out of this mess? Can we trust and depend on bullying community organizers or slumlord-like bureaucrats who are blind to the needs of “We The People?”  The answer can be found in our neighborhoods. My neighbors are tithing their very sparse spending money at their local churches so as to help the most needy among us. My neighbors are making sure that the family whose home burned down last week has a place to live. My neighbors are volunteering to work in the food banks and soup kitchen’s to feed an ever increasing poor population. My neighbors are busy knitting scarves and hats for those who cannot afford the basic necessities of a cold winter. My neighbors are risking their lives and serving in the military to help keep us free, in spite of a Commander-in-Chief who has injected the Pentagon with the enemy. My neighbors are standing in front of Planned Parenthood clinics, praying that our government puts an end to its purging of God and the abortive murder and stealing of America’s future.

2014 will be a banner year for the righteous transformation of America and my good neighbors are the heroes who will make that happen.

“Righteousness exalts a nation, but sin is a disgrace to any people” Proverbs 14:34

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

It’s a Wonderful Life

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One of the greatest pleasures of the Christmas season is to watch the classic Christmas movies of yesteryear that portray fictional examples of an American culture that embraced community spirit and human kindness. White Christmas, Miracle on 34th Street and It’s a Wonderful Life all depict tales of American citizen’s concerned with the simplicity and goodness of life.

In “It’s a Wonderful Life,” George Bailey, played by Jimmy Stewart, is a hometown boy from Bedford Fall’s who gives up his dreams of travel and big pay check to carry on his father’s local banking business, the Bailey Building and Loan Association, vital to the well-being of the townspeople. George feels a tremendous responsibility to help his community and one of the ways to accomplish that was to supply the funds to help build Bailey Park, an affordable housing project. Meanwhile, George’s greedy slumlord and Board member, Henry Potter, aggressively tries to shut down the bank in order to take control of the town for the sake of his own wealth, power and personal advancement. Through a series of unfortunate circumstances, George is faced with financial ruin and the faulty accusation of bank fraud. George becomes suicidal, but is saved by his guardian angel who demonstrates to George all the good he has done for the people of Bedford Falls and how all his beneficial acts affected their lives in a positive way. George joyously runs home to where the authorities are waiting to arrest him, but where he is instead met by a flood of townspeople who bring enough donations to save George and the Building and Loan. George is toasted as “the richest man in town” and realizes that he truly has a wonderful life.

The George Bailey story is one of a man who worked hard to get ahead, not at the expense of others misfortune, but instead by performing charitable deeds that would help enrich his neighbor’s lives. There were no blanket monetary giveaways meant to buy the townspeople’s admiration and respect. George treated the community like family, knowing firsthand that one’s dignity and self-worth are the keys to a wonderful life. The story is one that played out time and time again in America, when leaders were born and brought up in small town, rural America, leaders who worked alongside their neighbors, felt their pain, watched their children grow, buried their soldiers, had tears in their eyes at the Fourth of July parade. These simple human stories of compassion and integrity were what made America great.

A recent article “Rural Banks Know Something Big Banks Don’t” written by Brendan Greeley for Bloomberg Businessweek, reveals that community banks thrive in an otherwise depressed, over regulated banking environment. Commonsense business plans prevail at these community banks who use $1 billion in assets as a cutoff for their definition of being a community bank. In rural counties, community banks still hold 70 percent of deposits and do a better job at what banks were initially set up to do, underwrite home mortgages and loans to farms and small businesses.  According to the FDIC, in every five-year period since 1991, a lower percentage of loans from community banks has gone bad. Richard Brown, the FDIC’s chief economist says small banks have a competitive advantage with “nonquantitative” information (think George Bailey) of their customers and local economy.

Ken Hale is chief executive officer and 40 percent owner of the Bank of Montgomery, chartered in 1903 in Great Parish, La, by a group of men that included his great-grandfather and Hale had been quoted as saying, “there is no price worth me selling the bank,” “I would live with the guilt for the rest of my life.” Like most community banks, Bank of Montgomery, with $190 million in assets, came through the financial crisis unscathed. Hale points to what economists call social capital where small, tight-knit communities provide controls on banks. “You can’t be greedy,” Hale says. “You can’t be devious. Because I gotta go home everyday and see my two neighbors.” Both have mortgages with his bank; all three families attend the same Catholic church and school. “If I take advantage of them with some subprime loan, I gotta sit next to them,” he says. Two of his banks branches are in towns with fewer than 500 people. Treat a customer poorly, he says, “and there aren’t a lot more people to choose from.”

Hales’s banking story is in stark contrast to what started the egregious domino affect of America’s current financial meltdown: Fannie Mae and Freddie Mac. Loans to minorities and borrowers with weak credit histories was relentless, while Congress neglectfully added to the delinquency by passing the Community Reinvestment Act, empowering regulators to punish banks that failed to “meet the credit needs of low-income, minority and distressed neighborhoods.” Lenders responded by loosening their underwriting standards and making shoddy loans. In 2003, Barney Frank was the ranking Democrat on the House Financial Services Committee, which oversees the entire financial services industry, including the securities, insurance, banking and housing authorities, and his porky fingers were all over the financial fiasco. When the Bush administration warned of “systematic risk for our financial system” unless the mortgage giants were curbed, Barney Frank complained that the Bush team was more concerned about financial safety than about housing. Frank went on to say, “I do not want the same kind of focus on safety and soundness (in the regulation of Fannie and Freddie) that we have in the Office of the Comptroller of the Currency and the Office of Thrift Supervision. I want to roll the dice a little bit more in this situation toward subsidized housing.”

Frank, blessed with an education from Harvard, a school that seems to offer lessons in gambling rather than in common sense and good moral judgement, was a recipient of more than $40,000 in campaign donations from Fannie and was once romantically involved with Herb Moses, Fannie Mae’s assistant director for product initiatives, who, while earning a six-figure salary, helped develop many of Fannie Mae’s affordable housing lending programs. The lack of media attention and Congressional oversight to Frank’s bedding down with Herb and its inherent conflict of interest is both deplorable and disgraceful. This show of political correctness, so as not to appear to be homophobic because Frank is gay, is the quintessential double standard. Meanwhile, Frank’s porky finger will forever be known as pointing into the polluted political atmosphere while saying, “the private sector got us into this mess.”

America, now more than ever, needs unselfish, morally responsible leaders willing to set aside their own personal advancement, for the good of the people; folks from Main Street America who were brought up to know and help their neighbors, who understand that a small town business model and ethic, rather than a behemoth government catchall of onerous regulations, is the only way our nation will begin to heal, get healthy, and stay healthy. May the George Bailey’s among us win the 2014 elections, Americans who truly know what a wonderful life is all about.

 

 

 

Dear Santa, I Have One Special Request This Year.

 

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It has been over fifty years since I last wrote to you. At that time, life was extremely uncomplicated and my thoughts and dreams filled with the innocent anticipation of Christmas day, even though there was no fireplace for your convenient arrival. As I am sure you remember, I am one of five children who lived in a typical American middle class neighborhood. My friends were my neighbors and my neighbors filled my days with childhood play. Remember that igloo we all built as a playhouse and the steep hill in my backyard where everyone gathered to go sledding? What a winter picture that was; flying saucers, card board boxes, shovels and anything else we could conjure up that would hold a heavily padded snowsuit that seemed to have a child inside. Everyone brought their dogs, who usually ran loose in neighborhood packs, so they all got along too! Barking dogs, bursts of laughter and screams of delight that a recently completed slide down the hill yielded the longest run of the day, all contributed to the backyard mayhem. Just about the time my wool mittens would begin freezing up with tiny cubes of ice, my mother would peek out a slightly cracked open back door and yell “Who would like some hot chocolate?” Her bright red Christmas apron, covered in flour, was an indicator that she had spent the afternoon baking her weekly two loaves of bread and everyone pushed and shoved to get to the kitchen first to be the first in line for a bite of her warm, thickly sliced white bread smothered in a melted slick of yellow butter.

For extra money, my mother ran ceramic classes in our basement. At Christmas, the shelves would be lined with plain white singing cherubs, old fashioned carolers, Santa boots, and beautiful Nativity figures and animals. Once painted, they went into a kiln where they were fired and then re-introduced the next week to an appreciative audience of happy mother’s who could not wait to box up their homemade creations and give them to a delighted family on Christmas day. One year my mother painted me a piggy bank and it was by far my favorite gift. My little white pig had happy pink eyes, nose, ears and smile and as I cuddled on my Grandfathers large lap on Christmas day, bank in hand, an endless stream of change from his suit pocket began to fill my pig. Clink, clink, clink….went the pennies, with every beat of my excited little heart. When there were no more coins, my grandfather peered over his Santa-like spectacles and with a twinkle in his light blue eyes, a look reserved just for me at that treasured fleeting moment, he shook my almost full bank and promised to come back and finish filling it another day. I smiled contentedly, for my beloved Grandfather always kept his promise.

Once the gifts had been opened, it was time to focus on the turkey and stuffing smells wafting from the tiny but productive kitchen. Being the eldest daughter, my chore was to stir the gravy, a big responsibility because it was the one side dish that seemed to bring the entire meal together. Pools of gravy covered not only the turkey and stuffing, but the corn, carrots, beans and sweet potatoes, making the food filled plates take on a homogenous look of brown gravy delight. I made sure not to fill my plate too full though because I was privy to the desserts that my mother had been preparing the last couple of days. My Grandmother’s Plum pudding with scrumptious brandy sauce, pecan pie, apple pie, iced sugar cookies, and a cake that looked like Santa would soon grace our large oval dining room table. Once filled to the brim with food, the day would finally come to a close. It was time for my siblings and myself to put on our new matching flannel pajamas and go upstairs to bed. For me, it was time to cuddle my new baby doll and fall fast asleep with sweet dreams of a day filled with happy memories.

Santa, that is why I am writing to you after all these years. My request this year is much more complicated than simply asking you for two front teeth or a baby doll. With the advent of electronics, internet, and cell phones, there is very little quiet time. The daily urgency of a life fraught with instant messaging and planned activities seems to dictate rather than aid. Modern day conveniences have shoved the simple things in life aside, making them seem outdated and unimportant. I worry Santa, that we as a society are setting aside the best life has to offer, the truly important things that are right at the end of our noses, but that we cannot see. A conversation with a friend without interruption from a quick text, an evening spent listening to Christmas music while putting together an elaborate puzzle, an unexpected visit to church to bask in the quiet of God’s love.

Christmas 1956 was the year Bing Crosby sang his popular version of “I Heard the Bells on Christmas Day.” Even though introduced many years ago, its lyrics are even more poignant today.

Of peace on earth, good-will to men!

And in despair I bowed my head;
“There is no peace on earth,” I said;

“For hate is strong,

And mocks the song

Of peace on earth, good-will to men!”

Then pealed the bells more loud and deep:
“God is not dead, nor doth He sleep;

The Wrong shall fail,

The Right prevail,

With peace on earth, good-will to men.”

Santa, this year I ask that old familiar carols play, peace prevail and ringing belfries of all Christendom peal their bells more loud and deeply, for God is not dead nor does he sleep. I wish everyone a meaningful, old-fashioned Christmas full of God’s light and goodness. Santa, please dig deep into your sack of unfulfilled wishes and grant me this one special request; future generations of children will be forever grateful.