The Face of PC VictimizationOh, we must not say what we all think, that criminals must be removed from society. (Hat tip to M. Hardy) It seems that when a young lady is killed resisting rape that we shouldn't hope that the predator who killed her will be removed from society permanently. Just isn't cricket, or kosher, or... something. Want to put a face to the victims of such political correctness? Just look to the left and gaze upon the face of the late Mlle Anne-Lorraine Schmitt.
So, how does this affect you? Well look at the left in this country who wish to outlaw self-defense in the same way it has been outlawed in other, "former", English colonies. Now, look at your wives, your mothers, your daughters... Which do you want?
Must be a poetry corner now...
The Sands of Christmas
I had no Christmas spirit when I breathed a weary sigh, and looked across the table where the bills were piled too high. The laundry wasn't finished and the car I had to fix, My stocks were down another point, the Dolphins lost by six.
And so with only minutes till my son got home from school, I gave up on the drudgery and grabbed a wooden stool. The burdens that I carried were about all I could take, and so I flipped the TV on to catch a little break.
I came upon a desert scene in shades of tan and rust, No snowflakes hung upon the wind, just clouds of swirling dust. And where the reindeer should have stood before a laden sleigh, eight hummers ran a column right behind an M1A.
A group of boys walked past the tank, not one was past his teens, Their eyes were hard as polished flint, their faces drawn and lean. They walked the street in armor with their rifles shouldered tight, their dearest wish for Christmas, just to have a silent night.
Other soldiers gathered, hunkered down against the wind, To share a scrap of mail and dreams of going home again. There wasn't much at all to put their lonely hearts at ease, They had no Christmas turkey, just a pack of MRE's.
They didn't have a garland or a stocking I could see, They didn't need an ornament-- they lacked a Christmas Tree. They didn't have a present even though it was tradition, the only boxes I could see were labled "ammunition".
I felt a little tug and found my son now by my side, He asked me what it was I feared, and why it was I cried. I swept him up into my arms and held him oh so near and kissed him on the forehead as I whispered in his ear.
There's nothing wrong, my little son, for safe we sleep tonight, our heroes stand on foreign land to give us all the right, to worry about the things in life that really mean nothing at all, instead of wondering each day if we will be the next to fall.
He looked at me as children do and said it's always right, to thank the ones who help us and perhaps that we should write. And so we pushed aside the bills and sat to draft a note, to thank the many far from home, and this is what we wrote,
God bless you all and keep you safe, and speed your way back home. Remember that we love you so, and that you're not alone. The gift you give, you share with all, a present every day, You give the gift of liberty and that we can't repay.
Michael Marks, 2003
Mr. Marks must be one of the least known but most prolific authors of pro-military poetry of our time. Please, attribute this work and the previous to him and correct those who may very well not know better.
The embers glowed softly, and in their dim light, I gazed round the room and I cherished the sight. My wife was asleep, her head on my chest, My daughter beside me, angelic in rest.
Outside the snow fell, a blanket of white, Transforming the yard to a winter delight. The sparkling lights in the tree I believe, Completed the magic that was Christmas Eve. My eyelids were heavy, my breathing was deep, Secure and surrounded by love I would sleep.
In perfect contentment, or so it would seem, So I slumbered, perhaps I started to dream. The sound wasn't loud, and it wasn't too near, But I opened my eyes when it tickled my ear. Perhaps just a cough, I didn't quite know, Then the sure sound of footsteps outside in the snow.
My soul gave a tremble, I struggled to hear, And I crept to the door just to see who was near. Standing out in the cold and the dark of the night, A lone figure stood, his face weary and tight. A soldier, I puzzled, some twenty years old, Perhaps a Marine, huddled here in the cold.
Alone in the dark, he looked up and smiled, Standing watch over me, and my wife and my child. "What are you doing?" I asked without fear, "Come in this moment, it's freezing out here! Put down your pack, brush the snow from your sleeve, You should be at home on a cold Christmas Eve!"
For barely a moment I saw his eyes shift, Away from the cold and the snow blown in drifts. To the window that danced with a warm fire's light Then he sighed and he said "Its really all right, I'm out here by choice. I'm here every night."
"It's my duty to stand at the front of the line, That separates you from the darkest of times. No one had to ask or beg or implore me, I'm proud to stand here like my fathers before me. My Gramps died at Pearl on a day in December," Then he sighed, "That's a Christmas Gram' always remembers."
My dad stood his watch in the jungles of 'Nam, And now it is my turn and so, here I am I've not seen my own son in more than a while, But my wife sends me pictures, he's sure got her smile. Then he bent and he carefully pulled from his bag, The red, white, and blue... an American flag.
I can live through the cold and the being alone, Away from my family, my house and my home. I can stand at my post through the rain and the sleet, I can sleep in a foxhole with little to eat. I can carry the weight of killing another, Or lay down my life with my sister and brother.. Who stand at the front against any and all, To ensure for all time that this flag will not fall." "So go back inside," he said, "harbor no fright, Your family is waiting and I'll be all right."
"But isn't there something I can do, at the least, "Give you money," I asked, "or prepare you a feast? It seems all too little for all that you've done, For being away from your wife and your son." Then his eye welled a tear that held no regret, "Just tell us you love us, and never forget.
To fight for our rights back at home while we're gone, To stand your own watch, no matter how long. For when we come home, either standing or dead, To know you remember we fought and we bled. Is payment enough, and with that we will trust, That we mattered to you as you mattered to us."
Thoughts on Liberty and its Opponents- the Elite Nanny-State Gang
by Gregory K. Taggart
The question has been posed: "What has happened in America, that items and activities once considered innocuous, normal and reasonable have become illicit, bad, proscribed, decried and vilified".
The Fabian Socialist "Nanny-State" mob, the "Eastern Elite" has permeated our political and popular culture. These elites who are afraid of those of those of us who were born west of the Shenandoah, South of the Mason Dixon line , in the intermountain West, the Old Northwest, the Southwest, but east of the Sierras. This is sometimes referred to as "The Red Zone", except for Cook County, Illinois.
These elites have been groomed from childhood to think they are better than us, smarter than us, more compassionate than us, and it is their destiny to rule over us, not meanly, but compassionately so we don't injure ourselves or others or the planet. They want to Europeanize us. They want to protect us, like a warm and friendly nurse or nanny looks after and cares for a small child that does not know any better.
Small children should not handle sharp objects or firearms, and in the worldview of this elite, those of us who comprise the great unwashed always remain "small children", who need them, the compassionate and wise platonic " Philosopher-King class" to protect us from ourselves, to arrange for our doctors, to make sure that we are not overstressed, to provide for our wants. The only "wants" they refuse to provide for is when I "want" to be left alone and when I "want" to keep them from digging in my back pocket.
Small children need no arms, as the loving parent will provide for their protection. So these are the same folks who don't want me to carry a handgun around, even though they have no problem with Officer Friendly carrying one. He is, after all, approved, sanctioned and empowered as an agent of the state to be armed for the protection of "the children."
These people will wrap us in a cotton-gauze cocoon of warmth and security, at the cost of merely our liberty. If you object, the nanny-class will be wrathful, and call you names such as "primitive", "ignorant", "immature", "xenophobic", "racist", "religious fanatic" or ( this is the best yet) "cowboy". If you really object, they will crush you.
"Zero-tolerance" rules merely mean that administrators are not required, ever, to make moral judgments, based on the intent of the actor - "did you bring the Ruger to shop class to make a holster or shoot up the school"? Making moral judgments exposes bureaucrats to possibly being wrong, as well as forcing official acknowledgement that there is a moral component to almost every decision of significance. This unsettles the nanny-state crowd, as they have already decided the moral issues; they are against mere underlings exercising their own judgment.
The chief end of the elite is to aggrandize themselves and their personal power, all the while being able to feel morally superior (I do this for their own good) over the rest of us, and the secondary end is to eliminate conflict. One way to eliminate conflict is, of course, to ensure that victims are not armed, which is why the nanny-state bunch want you to hand in your guns ( remember Senator Dianne Feinstein of California who commented after the passage of the 1995 Assault Weapons Ban : "If I could have gotten 51 votes to ban them, I would have... Mr. and Mrs. America, turn them all in..."
This is the same Diane Feinstein who famously turned a Smith & Wesson 5 shot revolver over to the San Francisco Police during gun buy-back photo-op, to demonstrate her commitment to "making the world safe by removing handguns from the street." It was only sometime later that it was disclosed that Senator Feinstein had ANOTHER 5 shot revolver which she carried, using an almost impossible to get California handgun carry license. She, of course, is important. You and yours are not to be trusted with such items. She is wise, and good, and valuable and is "part of the solution", a nanny. You are a brutish, unwashed, primitive person who might use your access to a handgun to hurt some poor miscreant, and we cannot have that, now, can we?
Ann Coulter has commented that modern elite culture seeks to emasculate and feminize the masses of the unwashed, namely you and me, because the nanny-State has no need of men (or strong independent pioneer -spirit women).
The nanny-state crowd cannot stand being ridiculed, so their stupidity and pomposity and hubris should be exposed at every turn.
To defeat the nannies:
1) Remember that the Declaration of Independence says "...PURSUIT of Happiness". No one, not Government, not a corporation, can GUARANTEE anyone happiness, as that is a state of mind, and cannot be mandated or ensured.
2) Fight them at the ballot box. If a politician comes forward and says "I will expand this program to help YOU, if you will vote for me", he is a Nanny- State person. Crush him.
3) Acknowledge loudly and publicly that there is no free lunch. When a politician suggests he will oppress and deprive someone else to benefit YOU, he is a Nanny-State guy. Crush him.
4) Insist that REAL American culture be taught.
America is founded on the ideals of "work for what you get", "treat everyone you deal with fairly, because it is right so to do ", "whining is off limits" and "government exists to build roads, catch and punish criminals and defend the borders" and its corollary ideals "government is NOT the tooth fairy and does NOT exist to provide people with stuff, no matter how much they need it" and "the purpose of government is NOT to take charge and divide the pie fairly". Another concept is "free speech " ( real speech not a porno video) frequently annoys or offends SOMEONE. The proper response to offensive free speech is the REBUTTAL, not the cry to the nanny of "that speech offends me, tell them to be quiet".
5) Remember that Liberty costs in terms of sweat, treasure, and blood. Both Al-Qaeda and the Nannies pose a threat.
6) Remember on a daily basis what the wolf said to the dog in the Aesop's Fable: "better thin freedom than fat slavery".
Finally and most important- Expose the Nannies to ridicule. Most of what they propose is patently ridiculous. Most of what they propose flies totally in the face of all human experience and what we know about the behavior of people and governments (such as "let's outlaw guns so criminals wont have guns" or common sense, such as their suggestion that " the "people" referred to in the Second Amendment are not the same individual "people " referred to in the First, Fourth, Ninth and Tenth amendments). Public outcry makes the nannies retreat.
We have had a lot of requests to replay the phone call that Pastor Mike shared during our church service on Sunday, Nov. 11th, 2007.
Here you'll find the video clip that was created just for you. We've placed the video on YouTube so that you can watch it and share with family and friends.
Logan is a 13 year-old boy who lives on a ranch in a very small town in Nebraska. Logan listens to Christian Radio station 89.3FM KSBJ which broadcasts from Houston, TX. Logan called the radio station distraught because he had to take down a calf . His words have wisdom beyond his years.
Since airing the audio of the phone call and now the making of the video clip, it has taken on a life of its own. People are forwarding it all over the world. We encourage you to share the love of Christ with anyone you can.
(**Sky Angel is a family safe broadcasting service that is offered on satellite. KSBJ is a local Houston Christian music radio station. Video clip produced with love by Frank Lozano. Hear the entire message at ValenicaHills.com)
This is making the "rounds" on e-mail. It might be nothing more than spam but it sure does give us a look at how many US citizens feel about government. Not all of course. Mrs. Clinton says that if she's president we won't be able to afford all her ideas and that it is only right to tax us. Barack Obama says he'll raise our taxes, too.
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The next time you hear a politician use the word "billion" in a casual manner, think about whether you want the "politicians" spendingYOUR tax money.A billion is a difficult number to comprehend,but one advertising agency did a good job ofputting that figure into some perspective in one of its releases A. A billion seconds ago it was 1959. B. A billion minutes ago Jesus was alive. C. A billion hours ago our ancestors wereliving in the Stone Age. D. A billion days ago no-one walked on the earth on two feet. E. A billion dollars ago was only 8 hours and20 minutes, at the rate our government is spending it.
While this thought is still fresh in our brain, let's take a look at New Orleans It's amazing what you can learn with some simple division . . Louisiana Senator, Mary Landrieu (D), is presently askingthe Congress for $250 BILLION to rebuild New Orleans . Interesting number, what does it mean? A. Well, if you are one of 484,674 residents ofNew Orleans (every man, woman, child), youeach get $516,528. B. Or, if you have one of the 188,251 homes inNew Orleans , your home gets $1,329,787. C. Or, if you are a family of four, your familygets $2,066,012.
Washington, D.C .. HELLO!!! ... Are all your calculators broken?? Tax his land, Tax his wage, Tax his bed in which he lays. Tax his tractor, Tax his mule, Teach him taxes are the rule. Tax his cow, Tax his goat, Tax his pants, Tax his coat. Tax his ties, Tax his shirts, Tax his work, Tax his dirt. Tax his tobacco, Tax his drink, Tax him if he tries to think. Tax his booze, Tax his beers, If he cries, Tax his tears. Tax his bills, Tax his gas, Tax his notes, Tax his cash. Tax him good and let him know That after taxes, he has no dough. If he hollers, Tax him more, Tax him until he's good and sore. Tax his coffin, Tax his grave, Tax the sod in which he lays. Put these words upon his tomb, "Taxes drove me to my doom!" And when he's gone, We won't relax, We'll still be after the inheritance TAX!!
Accounts Receivable Tax Building Permit Tax CDL License Tax Cigarette Tax Corporate Income Tax Dog License Tax Federal Income Tax Federal Unemployment Tax (FUTA) Fishing License Tax Food License Tax Fuel Permit Tax Gasoline Tax Hunting License Tax Inheritance Tax Inventory Tax IRS Interest Charges (tax on top of tax), IRS Penalties (tax on top of tax), Liquor Tax,Luxury Tax, Marriage License Tax, Medicare Tax, Property Tax,Real Estate Tax, Service charge taxes, Social Security Tax, Road Usage Tax (Truckers), Sales Taxes, Recreational Vehicle Tax, School Tax, State Income Tax, State Unemployment Tax (SUTA), Telephone Federal Excise Tax, Telephone Federal Universal Service Fee Tax, Telephone Federal, State and Local Surcharge Tax, Telephone Minimum Usage Surcharge Tax, Telephone Recurring and Non-recurring Charges Tax, Telephone State and Local Tax, Telephone Usage Charge Tax, Utility Tax, Vehicle License Registration Tax, Vehicle Sales Tax, Watercraft Registration Tax, Well Permit Tax, Workers Compensation Tax.
STILL THINK THIS IS FUNNY? Not one of these taxes existed 100 years ago, and our nation was the most prosperous in the world. We had absolutely no national debt, had the largest middle class in the world, and Mom stayed home to raise the kids.
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For us, the American ideal is personified in the concept of self-reliance, work ethic, honesty/forthrightness, decency, personal property rights, family, religion, an ability to defend oneself from criminals and crooked politicians, and personal responsibility.