The Stupidity of Shutting Down the Washington Mall

View of The National WWII Memorial (bottom) an...

View of The National WWII Memorial (bottom) and the Lincoln Memorial (top) from the Washington Monument (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

A few years ago, Peggy and I visited Washington, D.C. and toured the war memorials on the Washington Mall. All of them are easily accessible and none required opening a door, nor a gate to enter. Public streets surround the Washington Mall on four sides. It has walkways crossing from one side to the next, and from one end to the other. Yes, the responsibility for the mall belongs to the National Park System.

How many memorials are there? Let me count, Viet Nam, Korea, Nurses, World War I, Lincoln, Washington, and yes, World War II. All are totally exposed and in the open.

All the memorials mesmerized us. We found Peg’s cousin on the Viet Nam Wall, prayed for her husband at the Korean, prayed for her father at the World War I, and prayed for all the vets we grew up knowing in World War II. We stared at the size of the Lincoln Monument As President Lincoln saw through us with his soulful eyes. The shadow of the Washington Monument followed us like the wing on a sun-dial. Of all the monuments, the Washington Monument obelisk is the only one that has a door for entry, and it was closed then as it is today for repairs.

What I am getting at here is there is nothing to shut down. The Park Ranger’s assigned to this park just stayed home and John Q. Public missed out on their polished speeches about the monuments.

If Obama really wanted to punish us he would have to drape a huge tent over the area to cover it up, and there is no money in his budget for that.

When I heard that the WWII vets just moved the menacing barricades out-of-the-way and visited anyway, I cheered. They did a lot more to move Hitler and Tojo out-of-the-way during their service time and they were not intimidated by a puny barricade even though many of them were in wheel chairs. There is a doorway into the lower level of the WWII memorial leading to the public restrooms. For an old guy with prostate problems that is a major hurt, but I’m sure they dealt with it heroically and saved it for the bus.

President Obama has again thrown a temper tantrum and most likely ordered his administration to hurt as many citizens of the USA as is humanly possible to make them “feel the pain” of the government shutdown, and to let us know that he is the “one” in charge and Lord over all.  Just add a few hundred WWII vets in wheelchairs to the eleven million people without jobs who have felt the pain to the hurt-the-citizens list.

How stupid can he be? Worse yet, how stupid does he think we are?

My Take On Non Essential Services

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Collard (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Well, the government shut down and it is my fault, since I am the nasty ass Tea Party Patriot that demanded his Congressman hold the line on spending. Come and get me Obama.

Since I am responsible for the shut down I should have some say in which non-essential services go.

1. Close the kitchen in the White House and send the cooks home.

2. Same for the housekeeping staff

3. No more gas or chauffeurs  for the Beast, helicopter, Air Force One, or the fleet of limos.

4. No Secret Service protection for the man or his family.

5. Close all dining and cafeteria services in the Senate building.

All of the people affected by these services continue to draw healthy pay checks and can afford to eat out, use cabs, and hire outside cleaning services.

The first lady can haul her butt out to the White House farm and harvest some okra and collard greens. She might even try to light the stove in the kitchen and cook with the girls.

The Senate can call Tony from Villa Rosa in Frankfort. Tony will be happy to arrive daily at the front door of the Senate building with his food truck and supply Harry Reid, Dick Durbin and the other ninety-eight shills who rejected all House proposals with some delicious South Chicago Heights Italian fare.

All affected will survive.

Why Obama Won’t Compromise

A class photo of the 110th United States Senate.

A class photo of the 110th United States Senate. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

This is a simple question to answer. He has already compromised the bill by giving in and delaying company participation, allowing Congress to stay out, and many others. The problem is that his compromises are with himself, they are all done illegally, and without anyone else’s approval.

All I hear is how bad Congress is by sending all these useless bills before the Senate knowing full well the Senate will not approve them. What Congress is doing is representing the people. The last history lesson I took while they still taught history was that Congressmen represent the people.

I did some math today and calculated that each congressman represents about 703,709 people. The bill they passed to defund the ACA passed 231 to 192. My math says they are speaking for 162,556,779 people. That number of constituents is 54.6% of the total populace. I’d say they are doing a fine damn job of speaking for us. The problem is that the President and the Senate know better what is good for us than we do.

We have one option; vote them out. We all have one vote but we also have feet and a voice. If we walk our neighborhoods knocking on doors to talk to our neighbors with facts we will magnify our voting effect.

If the government shuts down those workers forced to stay at home may get to know what it feels like to lose a job like the 11.3 million private sector workers who are still unemployed. Unfortunately, that is a bad example because the government people will resume working when they resolve the funding bill, and those who have to work without pay will receive back pay.

While we struggle to kill a bad law Great Britain implements new rules allowing people to buy health care they cannot get in their government system. Could it be we are right and Obama and his socialist Democrat Senate are all wrong?

Coming Out Smelling Like a Rose

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Last night I plunked my self down in front of the big screen LED HDTV to watch the President weasel out of his disaster called Syria, or the Red Line, or aiding and abetting Al Qaeda. The Samsung brought Obama right into my living room. When he walked down that hallway to his teleprompters the definition on my screen was so real, I thought he was coming into the room with me. His opening remarks were not very inspiring and I had heard most of the arguments about how he knows that Syria lobbed gas bombs into a rebel held neighborhood. I was wanting to hear him read something good and important.

It was kind of surreal when the next image appeared, it was a commentator analyzing every syllable of every word Obama uttered. What happened to his speech? I, uh, guess I have to confess, his magical oratorical reading had the same effect on me that gas warfare had on Assad’s citizens. Except, I am lucky, I woke up again, a bunch of his people didn’t.

Now, I am content with watching news-snippets of what he did read, and I am glad I fell asleep. The nap was more beneficial than the solace he might have offered me with his plans to go no where.

Reawakened Memories

This image was selected as a picture of the we...

This image was selected as a picture of the week on the Czech Wikipedia for th week, 2006. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

My latest book is The Puzzle People by Doug Peterson. The story kept me on the edge of my strato-lounger from cover to cover. This story revolves around the Berlin Wall which separated East Germany from West Germany between 1961-1989. This story reminded me of the many reasons I abhor Barack Obama and his socialist policies. What is worse is that more than half the country has adopted the socialist ideology as a norm. What the young people who voted for BHO haven’t seen yet are the atrocities committed by a socialist government on its people.

After the Berlin wall fell, the East Germans tried in vain to shred all the secret dossiers they kept on people during their rule. They were in a hurry and did indeed shred enough to fill sixteen thousand bags, but they didn’t have time to destroy the bags. For whatever reason Germany established an agency to reassemble the shredded papers. They are trying to reconstruct history and to identity criminals within the East German Secret Police known as the Stasi. One estimate of the time required to reassemble all the pieces at the rate they are doing it is three hundred years.

My job took me to Germany several times in the nineteen eighties. On one trip in October, 1989, I arrived in Frankfurt ahead of my colleague. Our German division assigned their Production Manager to keep me company while waiting for Ross to arrive. Peter spoke English fluently and made the hours we spent at the airport very easy. My German is atrocious, even though I spent two years learning the language in high school.

Peter and I shared stories about our families, and I learned that he escaped from East Germany to the West. His mother and siblings were still in the East which left him free but all alone. Relations between West and East had opened a bit and Peter could visit his family twice a year, but they could not cross into the West to visit him. He told me story after story about how people used ingenious ways to escape to freedom, and I was totally engrossed. Near the end of our talk, I asked him, “Peter, do you think the Berlin Wall will ever come down?” He didn’t hesitate, “never, the communists will never allow it.”

Ross and I spent ten days at a trade show in Düsseldorf before returning to Frankfurt and home. During those ten days we heard news bits about happenings all across Eastern Europe. People were crossing borders and escaping without being shot.

One evening a week after I arrived home I saw the news broadcast the fall of the Berlin Wall. The celebrations were cautious and yet joyous. Cautious because that same month the Chinese people celebrated in Tiananmen Square when the tanks arrived and ended it all. The same happened in Czechoslovakia, and Hungary, when Russian tanks arrived to end uprisings in nineteen fifties and eighties. This time it was real, the East German regime had fallen, the people were finally free of communism.

It has taken twenty-four years for that memory to re-emerge from the depths of my mind, but reading the Puzzle People brought them back as vivid and fresh as though it were yesterday. It has strengthened my resolve to fight communism, socialism, progressivism, even harder than before. The job is huge but not impossible.  Whenever I released a new job to my toolroom supervisor Art Price he would say, “the impossible we can do right away, miracles take a while.”  Ridding our country of the Leftist takeover is still in the impossible category of projects, and even if it has progressed into the miracle stage we can still make it happen, but it will take longer.

English: An exhibit featuring a three-story gu...

English: An exhibit featuring a three-story guard tower used by Communist East Germany to prevent its citizens from crossing the Berlin Wall. The tower and eight twelve-foot-high concrete sections of the Berlin Wall (the largest display of portions of the Berlin Wall outside of Germany) are now located inside the Newseum, an interactive museum of news and journalism in Washington, D.C. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)