Sitting On a Huge Pile Of Coal

My Flag Flies Everyday

My Flag Flies Everyday

The state of Illinois sits on enough coal to provide one hundred percent of the power needed by the entire country for two hundred and fifty years. Given the right incentives to clean the smoke from coal, we could make a huge dent in reducing our dependency on foreign oil.  Illinois is the state from which BO launched his political career. How can he be so dense as to want to bankrupt the coal industry in his own state? How many dense ideas will he inflict on us as President? If we vote him in, we deserve every assinine policy he imposes on us.

Simple Choice

My Flag Flies Everyday

My Flag Flies Everyday

My Flag Flies Everyday

My Flag Flies Everyday

We have a very simple choice ahead of us tomorrow. We vote for one of two philosophies. First we have to decide if we want Uncle Sam, or Uncle Obama to take care of us from cradle to grave. If we do, we are admitting we are unable to do so for ourselves. The second choice leaves us free to choose how we are to live, make a living, worship, and spend our money.

Its easy for me to make that choice. My parents taught me a lesson in self dependence. Both of them came to this country seeking a new life. They were sixteen and seventeen when they arrived with a single bag of belongings. They didn’t speak the language, they had about a fourth grade education, they were a thousand miles from the closest friend or relative. Somehow they managed to get to Chicago, meet each other, marry, have four kids, educate them in parochial schools, and retire. They didn’t have Uncle Sam to care for them cradel to grave, they had something better. They had their God given talents, and the motivation to live. They brushed aside the bigoted references to “Greenhorn, or Hunky. They had a desire to raise their kids to have a better life. They loved each other “for better or for worse.” They didn’t even think of divorce. They might have thought about  how to kill each other once in awhile, but never divorce. If they were alive today, they would vote Republican for the first time in their lives. Why? Because the Republican philosophy of small government aligns with the way they lived.

Mom and Dad taught us to be self sufficient. They advised us to own land, because “if you have land you will never starve.”  As I write this, I am dreaming about the vegetable garden I will plant in 2009, to sustain us in the coming financial crisis. That is, if I can still afford to pay my mortgage and I still live here. 

The choice is easy, vote for someone to take care of you. Or vote for the liberty to care for yourself. Remember our history. It is filled with stories of “pioneers,” who left their countries and their homes to live free! Use your vote wisely.

BO Really Believes We Are Stupid

My Flag Flies Everyday

My Flag Flies Everyday

In the summer before Barack Obama enterred Harvard he spent time visiting his relatives in Kenya. He had to reunite his soul with his black family. During that visit he and his sister Auma went on a safari. BO writes very eloquently about the journey to see wld animals is Kenya’s National Park. His driver, a Kenyan named Francis, related that he worked for a travel agency that sponsored the tour they were on. Francis and his family of six children lived on a small farm. They raised coffee. Francis complained about the taxes he paid. Even though he was a small business owner in a small African country he had a hatred for taxes.

Here is the dialog from “Dream Froms My Father,” (pp 352-353)

“Francis looked into the fire, combing his mustache with his fingers. “I suppose it is not only the government’s fault,” he said after a while. “Even when things are done properly, we Kenyans don’t like to pay taxes. We don’t trust the idea of giving our money to someone. The poor man, he has a good reason for this suspicion. But the big men who own the trucks they use for the roads, they also refuse to pay their share. They would rather have their equipment break down all the time than give up their profits. This is how we like to think you see. Somebody else’s problem.”

I tossed a stick into the fire. “Attitudes aren’t so different in America,” I told Francis.

“You are probably right,” he said. “But you see, a rich country like America can perhaps afford to be stupid.”

I do believe BO got the  idea to raise taxes from this comment. Even in Africa, small business owners hate to pay taxes. They consider the rich countries “stupid,” for doing so.  Is this why BO had to destroy Joe the Plumber? Poor Joe asked him a legitimate question about taxes and BO let it be known that he was all for raising taxes on small businesses. BO really believes we are stupid.

BO will destroy this great country with his plan to socialize us. He has hypnotized too many people into believing that he can give us everything. He has promised it will cost you nothing. He will take it from the very “stupid” rich companies who already pay well over half the bill for Uncle Sam’s excesses. BO thinks these “stupid” rich companies are a bottomless well. They are not, and when the well runs dry, guess who will get the bill? Shortly after you get a benefit, you will pay tax on the things he gives you.  If you don’t believe that, look at the Democratic record of dealing with Social Security. The only ones to win in his plan are the fat cats in Washington who will be paid exhorbitant salaries to administer the new give away programs. In the mean time, the citizens of foreign countries will benefit from our “stupid” rich companies who have fled to avoid paying taxes.

Sister Clementine Brainwashed Me

The good sisters of my grammar school did a great job of brainwashing me. It began in first grade, but they really kicked it into gear between fourth and eight grades. I was taught that slavery was evil, I bought that, I still buy that. We were told stories about how the terrible slavemasters bought and sold humans and regarded them as they would a horse or a cow. Slaves were animals that did work for the master. The story grew worse as the nuns told us story after story of how these wretched humans were treated: whippings, hangings, public humiliation, etc. One of the worst teachings was about how the slavers broke up slave families on purpose. What a horrible concept that was. I could not imagine myself being separated from my parents, never to see them again. The story worked on me for the last sixty years. The nuns inculcated a guilt within me that as a white man I was somehow responsible for this mis-treatment. 

 All my life, I have continuously forgiven the blacks for their inability to function as a family like I see a family, i.e. a father, mother, and children.  Instead,  I see black mothers raising children without responsible men around. I am not alone in this guilt ridden society because men before me have thought similarly. They created welfare programs for the poor women left with the burden of raising children without fathers. Welfare, AId to Dependent Children, etc. The white guilt continues to care for the “innocent children.” 

The myth created in my mind by the nuns has exploded. It has been dispelled by no other than one Barack Obama. In his book “Dreams From My Father,” he describes his family’s life. He goes into great detail describing the African life he so longed for growing up in America. In the chapters about his trip to Kenya, BO relates how his many half brothers and sisters all longed for the same thing, some attention from the father. 

 BO’s father had many wives. He had children by all of them. The records of his marriages are scanty if they exist at all. In Kenya, if a man takes a woman to live with, she is considered his wife. The ladies all go along with the culture. His father was also a Muslim, and by his religion he is allowed more than one wife. I don’t think his many wives had anything to do with his religion. His many wives had to do with his appetitie for sexual gratification. The wives go along because they need the respectability of a husband. Reading the book gave me the distinct impression that a Kenyan man sleeping with multiple partners is part of the culture. The women are okay with it, and compete with each other for the man’s favors.  BO’s father dumped each of his progeny on his wives. He circulated between them creating a need for more of him in their souls. He granted enough tidbits of himself to screw them up for life. He was insuring his future care in old age.

I am free! No more guilt for me.  I’m sorry Sister Clementine for finally liberating your rigorous brainwashing. It worked for sixty years, not bad. You had a tremendous effect on me, but Barack has set me free. Thank you Barack for teaching me that it is the African culture to father children and to let the women raise them in solitude without any help from the men, and not the result of slavers breaking up slave families.

I now see why you want to change America into a welfare state. You want to change America into a better place. You want to feed off whitey’s guilt, and develop a new culture that includes the best of your two worlds. You want to combine the African culture of one breeding with many women, with the guilt laiden white culture of caring for the offspring.

I like Sister Clementine’s teachings better!

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