Dear Senator

Correspondence

I wish my letters to Senators were as eloquent as this man’s.
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April 3, 2013
Senator Patty Murray
Senator Maria Cantwell
Washington, DC, 20510
Dear Senator:
I have tried to live by the rules my entire life. My father was a Command Sergeant Major, U.S. Army, who died of combat related stresses shortly after his retirement. It was he who instilled in me those virtues he felt important – honesty, duty, patriotism and obeying the laws of God and of our various governments. I have served my country, paid my taxes, worked hard, volunteered and donated my fair share of money, time and artifacts.
Today, as I approach my 79th birthday, I am heart-broken when I look at my country and my government. I shall only point out a very few things abysmally wrong which you can multiply by a thousand fold. I have calculated that all the money I have paid in income taxes my entire life cannot even keep the Senate barbershop open for one year! Only Heaven and a few tight-lipped actuarial types know what the Senate dining room costs the taxpayers. So please, enjoy your haircuts and meals on us.
Last year, the president spent an estimated $1.4 billion on himself and his family. The vice president spends $ millions on hotels. They have had 8 vacations so far this year! And our House of Representatives and Senate have become America’s answer to the Saudi royal family. You have become the “perfumed princes and princesses” of our country.
In the middle of the night, you voted in the Affordable Health Care Act, a.k.a. “Obama Care,” a bill which no more than a handful of senators or representatives read more than several paragraphs, crammed it down our throats, and then promptly exempted yourselves from it, substituting your own taxpayer-subsidized golden health care insurance.
You live exceedingly well, eat and drink as well as the “one percenters,” consistently vote yourselves perks and pay raises while making 3.5 times the average U.S. Individual income, and give up nothing while you (as well as the president and veep) ask us to sacrifice due to sequestration (for which, of course, you plan to blame the Republicans, anyway).
You understand very well the only two rules you need to know –
(1) How to get elected, and
(2) How to get re-elected.
And you do this with the aid of an eagerly willing and partisan press, speeches permeated with a certain economy of truth, and by buying the votes of the greedy, the ill-informed and under-educated citizens (and non-citizens, too, many of whom do vote) who are looking for a handout rather than a job. Your so-called “safety net” has become a hammock for the lazy. And, what is it now, about 49 or 50 million on food stamps – pretty much all Democratic voters – and the program is absolutely rife with fraud with absolutely no congressional oversight?
I would offer that you are not entirely to blame. What changed you is the seductive environment of power in which you have immersed yourselves. It is the nature of both houses of Congress which requires you to subordinate your virtue in order to get anything done until you have achieved a leadership role. To paraphrase President Reagan, it appears that the second oldest profession (politics), bears a remarkably strong resemblance to the oldest.
As the hirsute first Baron John Emerich Edward Dalberg Acton (1834 – 1902), English historian and moralist, so aptly and accurately stated, “Power tends to corrupt, and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Great men are almost always bad men.” I’m only guessing that this applies to the female sex as well. Tell me, is there a more corrupt entity in this country than Congress?
While we middle class people continue to struggle, our government becomes less and less transparent, more and more bureaucratic, and ever so much more dictatorial, using Czars and Secretaries to tell us (just to mention a very few) what kind of light bulbs we must purchase, how much soda or hamburgers we can eat, what cars we can drive, gasoline to use and what health care we must buy. Countless thousands of pages of regulations strangle our businesses costing the consumer more and more every day.
As I face my final year, or so, with cancer, my president and my government tell me “You’ll just have to take a pill,” while you, Senator, your colleagues, the president, and other exulted government officials and their families will get the best possible health care on our tax dollars until you are called home by your Creator, while also enjoying a retirement beyond my wildest dreams, which of course, you voted for yourselves and we pay for.
The chances of you reading this letter are practically zero as your staff will not pass it on, but with a little luck, a form letter response might be generated by them with an auto signature applied, hoping we will believe that you, our senator or representative, has heard us and actually cares. This letter will, however, go online where many others will have the chance to read one person’s opinion, rightly or wrongly, about this government, its administration and its senators and representatives.
I only hope that occasionally you might quietly thank the taxpayer for all the generous entitlements which you have voted yourselves, for which, by law, we must pay, unless, of course, it just goes on the $17 trillion national debt for which your children and ours, and your grandchildren and ours, ad infinitum, must eventually try to pick up the tab.
My final thoughts are that it must take a person who has either lost his or her soul, or conscience, or both, to seek re-election and continue to destroy this country I deeply love and put it so far in debt that we will never pay it off, while your lot improves by the minute, because of your power. For you, Senator, will never stand up to the rascals in your House who constantly deceive the American people. And that, my dear Senator, is how power has corrupted you and the entire Congress. The only answer to clean up this cesspool is term limits. This, of course, will kill the goose that lays your golden eggs. And woe be to him (or her) who would dare bring it up.
Sincerely,
Bill Schoonover
3096 Angela Lane
Oak Harbor, WA 98277
“The budget should be balanced, the Treasury should be refilled, public debt should be reduced, the arrogance of officialdom should be tempered and controlled, and the assistance to foreign lands should be curtailed, lest Rome become bankrupt. People must again learn to work instead of living on public assistance.” ~ Cicero, 55 BC

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Thank you Joanie Lieb

Obama–Golf–Care

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I’m sorry for the lack of a video, but this voice monologue beats any video that could be made on this sensitive subject. No matter if you are a golfer or not you will appreciate the wisdom of this analogy. Listen and be ready to laugh and cry at the same time.

 

A Pile of Excrement

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Today the big news is about the Veteran’s Administration Hospital making their customers wait months for treatment. Some have waited so long that they have died waiting. This is not the way we should treat the people who serve the country. The hospital is in Arizona and I heard an interview with Arizona Senator John McCain challenging him on what he will do to correct the problem. My assessment of his answer is nothing. No one is responsible for what is going on. The Senate and Congress only legislates and passes laws, the administration defers to the Department of Veteran Affairs, the Attorney General doesn’t act unless a bureau breaks a law, and then only if it is a law he considers worthy of prosecution. In my opinion the President is responsible for the performance of all the Bureaus and departments. A good CEO will fire bureau chiefs who run shoddy operations. When the main man is lax in his duties so will the Bureau chiefs. They are good, however, at playing pass the buck. Nothing ever gets done and the Bureaus and Departments keep getting larger and more unmanageable. By the time the VA fixes this current problem we will be in some future war, and the retired military people will be dying from chemical exposure, injuries, and maybe even normal health problems.

The real aim of this piece is to point out that the VA Hospital system is a mini-Obama care. It serves a very small segment of the population, i.e. veterans, and is free, and considered an entitlement. What we see in action today within the VA is what we will see in another year or so for those of us forced into Obama care. Limited resources put us on waiting lists for tests and treatment. In the case of a cancer diagnosis, early discovery and treatment is necessary to save a life. Delays are deliberately designed into the system. The Obama care system wants people to die to save the cost of treatment. To me, this smacks of a government that is designing a master race of citizen. Only healthy perfect specimens of human live in a Statist Utopia. The sick, the aged, the mal-formed, the handicapped have no place in a health care system that does not have the resources to care for them.

I thank everyone who voted for the current leader who is succeeding in transforming our country into a pile of excrement. You must be proud of your accomplishment.

I Hate to Say I Told You So

but I did tell you about the evils of the Affordable Care Act long before it actually became an act so very fondly called Obama-Care. This old cartoon depicts exactly what the ACA is. It is a huge block of granite on a cart with square wheels being powered by the broken down Progressive party who sells us extremely very old ideas proven not to work under the guise of Progressivism. Good luck.

090913-RedsignHC0030What many people don’t realize is that this bill is illegal no matter what the Supreme Court has said. Congress is responsible for writing laws that need taxation and expenditure. The ACA came from the Senate who has no authority to write laws that tax us. Another reason the law is not valid, is that the Supreme court had to revise it to change the fees collected and call it a tax. The Supreme Court has no valid authority to re-write laws. They should have bounced it back to Congress for clarification of what to call the money charges. Was it a fee, or a tax. That would have are it a 50-50 crap shoot. Had they proceeded to call it a fee, the Court would have rejected the law. If they had revised it to call it a tax, the voters would hold them responsible for imposing huge taxes upon us. The Supreme Court specifically Chief Justice John Roberts who made the deciding vote and the opinion screwed up big time. The question is whether we can impeach him for his action.

Frankfort Terror Threat Shot in the Back

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An Very Recent (September 18, 2013) Example Of Obama Care In Action.

It seems funny that two days after attending a Tea Party meeting that blogger Grumpa Joe is shot in the back. The Department of Homeland Security branded veterans, and right-wing bloggers as home-grown terrorists, so it is not surprising to me that Grumpa Joe is a target.

This morning at 10:45 two escorts led me into the office of PCC (Pain Centers of Chicago) in Joliet. A Tea Party Patriot in pain is a terrorist, and all are warned to steer clear of a patriot in pain. Joe waited in solitary confinement for forty-five minutes before the door burst open by a tall slightly balding man of fifty-years dressed in a collarless green pull over shirt with green draw string pants to match. He relentlessly questioned Joe until he extracted a confession.  “I recommend you get shot,” he said, and left the room.

A dark-haired woman about five-foot-two entered and handed Joe a pen and a paper on a clip board. “Read this and sign.” Joe read the document and signed in his most readable penmanship. He did not want the PCC to misunderstand his dedication to this mission.

She left the room and left him in solitude once again. Five minutes later the door opened, and a faceless voice called out “Please follow me.” He jumped out of the chair and poked his head out the door, yes there was the dark-haired woman calling him to the next chamber. He followed her rather submissively into the chamber.

The chamber lights were bright and hurt his eyes, but he could make out a padded table with a ring like pillow at one end. A large machine displayed an x-ray like image of a spine from the neck to the tip of the coccyx. What kind of torture is this going to involve he wondered?

“Put your glasses and other pocket items on the table and unfasten your belt, then lay on the table face down.” “Yes ma’am,” and  Joe did as she commanded. He would have been the model Jew during the holocaust. He followed orders willingly thinking that the PCC had only his interest in mind, but what if they didn’t? What if they were an arm of the IRS out to kill Tea Party Patriots? Think positive he told himself.

The man wearing the green suit reappeared but Joe could only hear him. He yanked Joe’s trousers down to the middle of his buttocks and raised his shirt to the neck. “This will be fast and cold,” Joe flinched as the big guy smeared his back with alcohol. “Now you will feel three small pricks to numb the area.” Pow, pow, pow, Joe flinched three times as small-caliber shots pierced his back.  “Here comes the big one.” Joe wrapped his arms around the table and found a hose to hold on. He buried his face into the hole in the pillow and began taking deep breaths. Pow! He felt what seemed like at large AK caliber hit him in the back just under L3. He tightened his gluteus maximus and raised off the table as the missile burrowed its way toward the spine, then another POW! this time the missile directed to L4, a third Pow, the last slug of chemical directed at the center of the spinal cord. Each time his ass tightened and raised off the table as the sensation of the charge plowed through flesh, bone and cartilage to the target. True, he didn’t feel pain, but he felt the charges passing through him.

“It’s over Joe. If you feel this was too much, then next time, you may want to consider sedation, I’ll see you again in a month.” NEXT TIME, there isn’t going to be a NEXT TIME big guy, he thought to himself. Joe may just want to live a life of pain and not undergo the PCC treatment again. Only time will tell.

Joe put himself back together and looked at the computer screen. He asked the dark-haired woman, “Is this a picture of my back.” “Yes,” she replied sweetly. “What are these three dark lines here?” Those are images of the large-caliber missile-track the big guy poked into your back. “They are almost two inches long for Pete’s sake.” “But he had to get to the target,” she said.

“See these dark lines along the bottom of each disk,” she asked while pointing at a line? “That is arthritis.”

“Crap,” Joe replied. All of Joe’s vertebrae showed arthritis. “That means the next time I’ll be shot in seven cervical, twelve thoracic, and five lumbar vertebrae for a total of twenty-four times.”

“I highly doubt that,” she said.

“Are they working on spinal transplants yet?” he asked while walking out to set up his next visit to solitary.

“No, but Medtronic makes a pain killing drug pump that will take care of unbearable chronic pain.”

“I’m sure Obama, the PP-ACA death panel, and the IRS will see to it that a pain killing pump will be denied to a Tea Party Patriot.”