Monthly Archives: April 2012

Magical Thinking About Government

A deeply entrenched mindset among many Americans is that the government is some magical entity that can dispense aid without doing any harm.  But this is a myth. Before the government can help, it must first do harm.

The government is coercion. It gets its resources by taking them away from producers. It can only expropriate, by figuratively sticking a gun to people’s heads, and by threatening them with the ultimate deprivation of their freedom in prison. There is no Underpants Gnome scheme where government + ? = utopia.

The left seems to think it is  justified for the government to intervene in the economy because they conceive of capitalists and manufacturers as inherently exploitative of labor. This is not true. People are not owed anything by virtue of simply being born. They must work to sustain their own lives, whether in society or a state of nature. Productive work is not exploitation. Magical fairies do not create Ipads.

Furthermore, the act of creation and production does not inherently take away from others. That is like arguing the expenditure of one’s energy takes away from the energy of the collective, a perverse thought. The left seems to think there is one “life force,” and we are all a part of it. Mystical nonsense. We are individual creatures with our own lives.

A business organization must rely on voluntarism in order to acquire labor in a capitalist system. Competing organizations create a “labor market,” whereby one can not only be rewarded for adding more value to the system relative to others, but one can increase his own worth by adding value to his capabilities, through training and education. Under socialism, the government has a labor monopoly, and thus the Iron Law of Wages, the idea that wages tend towards subsistence, becomes a relevant concept.

Under socialism, there is no real reward for personal improvement. Demoralization becomes de rigeur.

On the contrary, under capitalism people thrive personally and collectively. Wealth disparity is not an issue, per se, because creation and production does not actually come at others’ expense. The more some organization produces, the less expensive the product. Profits are made in a modern economy by tailoring to the masses, whether computers, Iphones, Kindles, etc. Greed makes goods more available to the masses, and this leads to more profit for the people who took the initiative to create the enterprise. Products are made less expensive and more available to others.

This is the other side to the socialist “labor theory of value” argument. Value is being added to the economy, not just money going into capitalists’ profits; they don’t then take Scrooge McDuck money baths, they turn around and reinvest that money, putting it, and more people, to work.

When a business starts its enterprise, it must invest. This means it must acquire resources and pay back those who loan them the resources in exchange for interest. The government, with a wave of a magic pen, can create a program and the debt to finance it, and then force others to pay for it, whether they benefit from the program or not.

Which brings us to the point. In order for government to finance its operations, it has to penalize producers, who are successful on the merits of the goods and services they produce as esteemed by the market. The government then gives those expropriated resources to the less successful or non-productive. Less products are made, leading to higher prices, hurting the middle class and even the poor. Less people are engaging in the most productive activities, as evaluated by the market, and there is less real employment (Paper shuffling and digging holes and filling them up is not “productive labor”).

Even more warped, under our current system the more productive and demanded one’s goods and services become, the more profit one makes, and the more that business is penalized by the government.

When the government is “here to help,” think of all the people it had to hurt first and the consequences of its behavior. The government doesn’t get its resources by magic; it must first harm before it can help. The answer for the economy is maximum self-sufficiency, whether for businesses or individuals. In plainspeak, that means it’s time for Americans to grow up.

“Together, we can accomplish anything!” makes for an awesome catch phrase on a My Little Ponies poster. But if you bronies sitting around combing your miniature horse dolls think the world owes you “free” healthcare, housing, employment, and the like, you might want to ask yourselves the question, who’s going to pony up for it? Because as it stands, the nation’s most parasitical generation has voted itself all sorts of goodies, and they’re looking at you, the most gullible generation, to finance them. Drop the playthings, start mobilizing against the real world menaces that prevent you from leading a full, happy life, and stop retreating into a world of fantasy and fiction.

The Final Landing of the USS Enterprise

The experience of watching the space shuttle Enterprise circle New York City on its way to JFK Airport can be described in many different ways. One of the words viewers most frequently used about the sight was “bittersweet”. As Enterprise piggybacked its way on a 747 to its final landing, Americans turned out in large numbers to view the flight. The predominant mood was nostalgia.

Originally named the Constitution, the first space shuttle was re-named Enterprise, thanks largely to a huge write in campaign by fans of the enormously popular sci-fi TV show Star Trek. Gene Roddenberry’s forward thinking, imaginative story lines and precedent-setting casting inspired many to dream of an expansive, high-tech future where virtually anything was possible. Even flights around the galaxy, seeking out new life and new civilizations.

How ironic that the final flight of the Enterprise would take place when a people, so capable of great achievement, have no concrete plans to continue manned journeys into the final frontier.

The situation is very reminiscent of Stark Trek episodes, where Captain Kirk, Mister Spock and Doctor McCoy encounter civilizations enjoying the advantages and pleasures of a high-tech world left behind by their extremely knowledgeable, highly advanced ancestors. The problem was, their ancestors had evolved to such a level that the equipment they left behind took so long to break down that anybody with the knowledge to design, build or even fix the machines had long since passed. Fortunately for those lost civilizations, the brave crew of the USS Enterprise was there to come to the rescue. One might venture to guess that had the crew of the USS Enterprise been around to bail them out, civilizations in earth’s own history might have been saved. Had the knowledge, skill, ambition and drive of those who built civilizations in Greece, Persia, Egypt and Rome not been allowed to erode, the Dark Ages might never have happened. But, the USS Enterprise was not there to save them.

The USS Enterprise. Ponder that for a moment. That’s not much different from U.S. free enterprise, is it?

America should take note. With “progressives” evidently intent on destroying America’s free enterprise system and culture; replacing them with big government crony-socialism awash in a culture of corruption, America’s civilization teeters on the brink of erosion, decline and eventual collapse. Oh sure, people who call themselves Americans will continue to live on the same piece of land. Even the name of the country will probably remain intact. But what makes America exceptional will be lost. How much longer can America’s economy and culture withstand the full bore onslaught of big government power grabs, unaffordable debt and deficit spending, cultural over-reach, intentional misinformation, false accusations and outright lies being unrelentingly foisted upon them, with malice of forethought, by the institutionalized “progressive” left?

These anti-America forces, funded by the likes of George Soros and his ilk, enjoy “intellectual cover” from aging counter-culture hippie-freak college professors. The beat-down muscle and numbers needed to enforce their agenda are found in the big unions. The big Hollywood movie message machine, along with the “mainstream news” media work overtime to indoctrinate the unsuspecting masses, while symbolic, useful pawns like occupy Wall Street are fully and openly embraced by the highest ranking members of the “progressive” Democratic Party.

The institutionalized “progressive” left is relentless, determined, well funded, organized and extremely aggressive. Their views of America are not fondly nostalgic. Some may have even cheered the final flight of the Enterprise with the same glee that 9/11 was celebrated by Islamo-fascists in the Middle East. And for reasons that are not dissimilar. Some may have toasted the final flight of the Enterprise as an enduring, meaningful symbol of the decline of American civilization. Their goal is to bring about, by whatever means necessary, an end to what President Abraham Lincoln called “the last best hope for man on earth”.

And the crew of the USS Enterprise isn’t here to bail America out.

The Idles of the Boy-King

The scorching white daystar approached the zenith of her daily orbit and burned down upon the gentile slaves toiling away the midday hour. The grunts of full-grown men heaved into the arid summer air, interrupted only by the pitch and ping of spades striking unforgiving earth. The African heat was miserable, almost unbearable, as thirst and sweat and mosquitoes nagged the laborers mercilessly.

Gazing upon the brown-backed workers from afar, the Roman surveyors rested their watchful eyes upon the slaves. Local girls fanned the squinty-faced men with broad-leafed palms while they sat imperiously in the shade, their large fumbling hands resting in the laps of their tyrian robes. Procured at the behest of the provincial king, the foreign architects had been bought and brought in from the imperial capital to supervise the project. They chatted idly of the sensual pleasures of that exotic land, pausing only to wave a dismissive hand or to spit out pomegranate seeds; meanwhile, the weary slaves dragged and rolled the immense sandstone blocks to the giant temple, where the many likenesses of the provincial king were to be inscribed.

At the apex, a monumental throne was being assembled, and upon it, a sculpted image of the boy king. The humongous frontispiece was to become a wonder to behold: a behemoth in the midst of the desert to remind the slaves and wanderers of the all-seeing eye of the majestic sovereign. And surrounding the gigantic structure as far as the eye can see were to be lines and lines of towering, whirling windmills.

Underneath the veranda where the watchful overseers reclined, in the midst of the noon-day heat, a laborer named Saul was striking relentlessly at the sandy, dessicated rock. His hands were leathery, bloody, and rubbed raw from the crude instruments the taskmasters had given him. He took great pride in his work, although he understood the futility and the absurdity of the vainglorious endeavor. The ground meal all-too-rarely doled out by the taskmasters was enough to sustain his existence, but not his life. A merchant by trade and a self-educated man, he was a fugitive from the Roman magistrate, wanted for the capital crime of trading goods in the forum without the proper licensing, and as an official afterthought, for tax evasion. He was not from around here, and did not feel himself a part of it, but rather above it.

Thus it was with great bewilderment and perplexed curiosity one day that Saul struck upon the sandstone face at the foot of the canyon, where the workmen had been brought to do the preliminary work of fashioning sandstone blocks. For no sooner had the rock broken away, that a dark, odorous seepage filled the nascent fissure. After an initial moment of wonderment, he believed he knew what the black liquid was. Having read faithfully his Herodotus and Didorus Sicilus as a schoolchild, he believed it to be an oily pitch, with properties heretofore not fully countenanced, but assuredly useful. Gently he pushed a few loose rocks laying nearby into the crevice, and silently moved on to join a nearby work group, while taking careful note of the deposit’s lay at the canyon base.

By cover of night, Saul escaped the work camp and made his way towards the unguarded work site. By the light of the full moon, he traced a path to the spot where he had been. He passed his hands over the rocks until he found the familiar place. Moving the rocks aside, he placed his forefingers into the damp, sticky earth, smelled it thoroughly, and even gave them a lick. Soon he was biting his garment to rid his palate of the bitter, sulfurous taste. Taking a canteen from his side, he drained the water from it and then pressed its mouth down into the soil until it was half-filled with the oily stuff, mixed up with the sludge and sand. Tomorrow, he would see if this pitch-like substance reacted to the daytime-burning flames that arrogantly hung upon the walls leading to the king’s palace.

The next day, as he shuffled into line to sip the brackish water that passed for mid-morning refreshment, he eyed the whip-bearing brute who kept order in the line. As the guardian turned his piggish face in bemusement to watch a slave pass out from exhaustion, Saul put his head down and walked towards the palace walls. Pulling a piece of cloth from his belt, he dabbed some of the pitch-soaked soil onto the garment. As he held it forth unto the brazen torch, it burst into an intense flame, and after he dropped the rag from his burnt fingers onto the ground, it continued to burn long after he would have expected it to be consumed. He had indeed stumbled upon a bitumen deposit.

“Hey, you!” the guards yelled and in moments he was seized by the arms to be dragged back to the work camp. But before he was carted away, the guards watched as the rag continued to burn. “Where did you get this blackened rag?” the fat guard asked. “Only the king’s men are allowed to possess pitch! Now tell me, or it’s the lash for you!”

“It was my discovery,” Saul proclaimed indignantly. “And if the king wants to know where to find this pitch, he can pay me for it.”

“Oh, a bargainer, are we?” a thin Roman guard with an aquiline nose interjected. “To the stockades with you!”

Just at that moment, a procession of slaves bearing royal coaches aloft upon their slouching shoulders made its way through the open street. The banners of the Abyssinian boy-king strode before the procession, hanging down upon their guiding rods. In the center was the man-child himself, a delicate figure whose personage was marked by a penchant for overly lofty speech and generous, drooping earlobes, which were said by his court to be a blessing of the gods. It was a sign of his willingness to listen to the complaints of the little people, or so the courtesans liked to repeat.

The slaves set the royal coach down upon the ground and a magnificent tent was erected within moments. The king had come to witness the progress of the work towards building a monument to himself. Instantly, slaves fell upon their knees in abject worship. Saul struggled to break free of the guards, who were the only men standing within the purview of the king.

“Guards!” the king spoke with a terrible voice that rang out in the silence. “Who is this slave who dares to defy my authority? Bring him to me, so that I might know the source of his insolence.”

The two guards, who were contracted to protect the lives of the Roman engineers upon the emperor’s command, dragged the presumed slave before the king.

“Release him and stand at the ready,” the king proclaimed, and two native warriors stepped before the wood-framed throne bearing the royal personage.

“What is your name, slave?” the king inquired with a pious tone. The court surrounding him watched on with a haughty and pretentiously concerned air.

“Saul,” the laborer responded. “And I am no slave.”

“What?” the king replied. “Why that cannot be! You bear all the markings of a slave,” he said and paused. “But now that I look closer I can see that you are not of this region, nor of the neighboring lands. You must be a foreigner from far away.”

“I am a Roman citizen escaped from the law,” the man said. “And I have brought you news of a tremendous discovery that would be of great help to your kingdom, if only you shall listen.”

With that, Saul tore a piece of clothing from his dingy white tunic and poured the pitchy solution onto it from his canteen. Walking towards the palace wall, the guards made a jump to arrest him, but were waved away by the king. Saul procured a torch from the wall, whose flame had dwindled low, and he made the sparks jump and dance by adding the cloth to the fire.

“What necromancy is this!?” the king exclaimed. “Are you a sorcerer? If so, you must be executed at once!”

“No, your majesty,” Saul said with a smirk. “This is the work of bitumen, which I recently discovered in your region.”

“Bitumen?” the king inquired. “We have no use for such dark arts. Since you appear to be of Roman blood, you shall now be executed in the Roman fashion. Guards, arrest this man, and nail him to yonder windmill, so that he shall be made an example of to all the slaves who believe themselves to be above the law.”

But before Saul could be dragged away to meet a grisly fate, a slave stepped forth from the line. Speaking in clear, full-throated voice, he addressed the king.

“Your highness,” the man said firmly, and trenchantly for a mere laborer. “If I may, I shall take the stead of this unfortunate man. I am willing to give my life for the world, so that we may remain pure and without the stain of sin. The scourge of this black substance must be cleansed from the kingdom, and the dark arts that set it aflame must be extinguished.”

“Very well,” the boy-king said, waving his delicate wrist to his entourage, signaling that it was time to depart. “It is of no consequence to me who is punished, as long as someone is punished. Take this man…”

“Gorius of Eritrea…” the man said proudly.

“Take this man to yon windmill and nail him upon the cross. And may this land be purged of this wandering sorcerer’s sin.”

And as the man was nailed upon the cross, the merchant slipped away to seek another land, a foreign land, where his desire to trade would be more welcomed. Looking back over his shoulder, the man hanging in the stagnant desert air look strangely happy, having finally satisfied his desire to sacrifice for the good of the people.

Author’s note: The above is satire. It is a fictionalized account intended to elucidate certain ideas and principles by taking them to absurd lengths. It is not intended to be taken literally.

Kyle Becker blogs at RogueGovernment, and can be followed on Twitter as @RogueOperator1. He writes freelance for several publications, including American Thinker and OwntheNarrative, and is a regular commentator on the late night talk show TB-TV.

Is this house big enough to hold my ego?

The Palace of Versailles remains a magnet for the pretentious.

Even a property–rights conservative must admit it’s always an ominous sign when a prospective neighbor decides to give his soon–to–be–constructed house a name. There’s nothing that screams “Arriviste!” like a billboard in the front yard trumpeting the fact that your new home is so large it merits a title and will be petitioning for a Zip Code.

So it came as something of a shock to unsuspecting neighbors in the Hidden Springs community of Great Falls when Mrs. Young Yi installed a sign announcing construction of “Le Chateau De Lumiere,” when their own homes had been anonymous lo these many years.

I must confess we’ve privately called our modest shelter the “Fisher–Price House” because the siding was once bright yellow with equally arresting blue shutters. But we didn’t hang banners off the eaves announcing the fact or stock the front yard with random infants.

I believe the title of Mrs. Yi’s abode means “mansion of light” much like a bullfighter’s garish getup is called the “suit of lights.” But what the name lacks in modesty is more than compensated for by its addition of “diversity” to the blandly wealthy neighborhood.

According to the Washington Post, the 25,425 sq. foot behemoth is modeled on Louis XIV’s Palace of Versailles. This asteroid, is ten times larger than the average square footage of a house built these days for lesser mortals. And it’s almost twice the size of the Virginia governor’s mansion, which comes in at a paltry 14,000 sq. ft.

Mrs. Yi’s plans call for European landscaping and, much like an airport runway, the manse will also boast a lavish underground lighting system, hence the “Lumiere.” She will also enjoy a pool, pool house, wine cellar, exercise room, billiard room, sauna, card room, rec room, gallery and a theater with a “concession space,” which may be how she plans to offset the mortgage payment. No word as yet on valet parking.

There’s something about Versailles that’s a magnet for pretension. Back in 2000 Michael Saylor, who was briefly a billionaire, unsuccessfully planned to build a mega–edifice in Great Falls also modeled on Versailles. His was to have a football field, although if he was really serious about the Versailles connection it should have been a soccer pitch.

Continuing to mix architectural metaphors Saylor declared, “I want it to be like the White House.” Saylorville was projected to cost as much as $50 million and he described it as, “part house, part embassy, part ceremonial” and all hey–look–at–me!

It’s somewhat ironic the house causing restless nights for the neighbors is being built by the owner of 1st Class Sleep Diagnostics Center, a chain with six locations in Virginia that treats apnea, snoring, insomnia and obsessing about construction plans.

The NIMBYs, I mean neighbors, are using time–worn objections that have been employed to prevent construction of everything from bike paths to nuclear reactors: It’s an eyesore, it’s too big, trees will die, it interferes with my view, it will lower property values(!) and it makes my house look small.

It’s difficult to muster much sympathy for either side. On one hand you have the $25 million Case de Ostentation where a functioning GPS is required to find the bathroom and on the other you have people who, in the priceless words of reporter Justin Jouvenal, “deliver their own trash to dumpsters at a local school, rather than have a noisy trash truck rumble down the main road.”

More likely Mr. and Mrs. Fastidious order their undocumented landscape interns to dump the trash, which in addition to eliminating rumbly trash trucks also eliminates the need to pay for garbage disposal since taxpayers pick up the tab.

The wealthy are always appalled when reality refuses to accommodate their whims. Social disapproval does not appear to be working, so lawyers have been hired. The lawsuit leans heavily on deed covenants that were put in place to keep the lots large and woody. Unfortunately, for neighbors seeking to occupy the moral high ground (while leaving the trees undisturbed), deed covenants or restrictions have been used in the past to keep Jews from buying property and blacks from moving into a neighborhood.

The suit also contains vague charges regarding the loss of the “sylvan character” of the neighborhood and the megalith’s failure to demonstrate “conservative” aesthetics.

But mostly the controversy again proves the enduring truth of Dennis Miller’s observation that “a developer is someone who wants to build a house in the woods, while an environmentalist is someone who already has a house in the woods.”

Man With Concealed Carry Permit Stops Attacker

Guns in the hands of law-abiding citizens can be used to save lives. On Thursday, April 26, 2012, we got more proof.

An attacker bought the knife inside a local market in Salt Lake City, UT, then stabbed one man in the side of the head and another person in the stomach. The attack took place in the market parking lot. A bystander with a concealed carry permit witnessed the attack and stepped in to keep it from escalating. The bystander was suspicious of what might be going on, and when he saw the stabbing, he just drew his pistol and challenged the individual, which caused the attacker to lie down on the ground. By the time police officers arrived on the scene, the attacker was subdued and is now in custody.

The knife wielding man seriously injured two people. Then, before the attacker could find another victim, a citizen with a gun stopped the madness. “A guy pulled gun on him and told him to drop his weapon or he would shoot him,” said market employee Dorothy Espinoza. The attacker dropped his weapon and the people from the market grabbed him.

Police had high praise for gun carrying man who ended the hysteria. “This was a really volatile situation that could have gotten even worse,” Salt Lake City Police Lt. Brian Purvis said. “(The bystander) was definitely in the right place at the right time.”

But that’s just my opinion.

Cross-posted at RWNO, my personal web site.

Obama’s EPA Wants to Crucify Oil Companies

Last week, a powerful video came out detailing what America should do with its energy resources, if it wanted to fail.  This week, a member of Obama’s EPA was caught discussing tactics that they use to “crucify” American energy companies.

The White House press secretary has tried to say that the Obama administration does not agree with these tactics, but you have to wonder, especially considering that a Candidate Obama said his plans would make American energy prices “sky rocket”.  Chickens coming home to roost, indeed.

Let’s Play “Are You Smarter Than a Fifth Grader” on Capitol Hill

What the U.S. needs more than anything right now might be an amendment to the laws that determine eligibility of individuals seeking public office. Debbie Wasserman Schultz could be the poster-child for promoting this move. Her failure to grasp her own job description is just simply disgusting. Bret Baier deserves a medal for not laughing out loud at her, or otherwise losing his cool in the face of utter incompetence.

Debbie Wasserman Schultz

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Schultz was nonplussed during her interview for a very simple reason. The process that she was talking about was obviously unknown to her. Now, her constituents should be thinking long and hard about her continuing to represent them, because if she doesn’t understand the legislative process at this point, then she’s not representing them very well. The other option is that she was taken off-guard when Baier refused to let up on the issue of the Senate Democrats not passing a budget. Schultz did mumble something about November, so maybe she really meant that the Democrats have no intention of doing their jobs as far as the budget is concerned until after the election. Either way, it is at best a matter of failing to do what they were sent to Washington to do.

But beyond Schultz, there is a sincere problem on the left when it comes to understanding the legislative process. The latest craze for the left-wing is to bash the American Legislative Exchange Council (ALEC). According to them, ALEC is responsible for a vast right-wing conspiracy that will leave government at the mercy of business. Well, the reality is that to a certain extent, the government already is in that situation, since businesses are the greatest source of revenue, and they cause citizens to be employed, so they can pay taxes as well. But, this isn’t about economics this time.

These people would have everyone believe that what everyone should have learned in elementary or middle school about the legislative process is a lie. Bills from ALEC miraculously get printed, given to legislatures, and get passed without a single word changed. Sorry, but the only items that sometimes manage to get the nod on the floor of any legislative body in this nation without at least some changes are those cute little resolutions recognizing local people or events in a given lawmaker’s district. Even some of those end up with amendments, too though. So to think that a complex piece of legislation would make it through the “process” Schultz kept talking about without any changes is bluntly insane.

Now, perhaps these left-wing folks might be harping on this because they might have figured out by now that their precious little lawmakers might not actually be reading the bills that they vote on. One can’t blame them for coming up with that one, since their lovely Nancy Pelosi infamously said the Hill had to pass Obamacare to find out what’s in it. But that problem goes back to the left-wing’s apparent inability to understand the legislative process. Arguably, it is their own fault that they keep putting people that put the cart before the horse in Congress. It isn’t ALEC’s fault that some lawmakers apparently don’t find it necessary to actually read a bill before voting on it. There also isn’t a vast right-wing conspiracy out there trying to pass evil laws. But there are probably at least a few Republican lawmakers that already know what’s been said here, and aren’t above exploiting it. That’s why they are in office, after all!

Since The War On Terror Is Over…

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Just two days ago, a senior State Department official announced that the War on Terror is over. It was only a matter of time for this announcement to be made, since the Daily Beast called for its end almost a year ago to the day of the announcement. On May 1, 2011, Peter Beinart wrote an article proclaiming:

Bin Laden’s death gives the U.S. a golden opportunity to bury the war on terror—a distraction…that distorted America’s foreign policy for too long.

With this announcement from the Obama Administration making it official,  a new question arises:

When will the TSA be officially disbanded?

The purpose of the TSA is to keep us safe, correct? So if there is no more war on terror…. it makes perfect sense that the TSA will be shut down very soon, right?

Today, Kip Hawley, the former TSA chief says that airport security is broken and should be fixed. Mr. Hawley was the TSA chief from 2005 to 2009, and said that  after it was created, TSA “became too rigid” and airline passengers now have too many “unnecessary screenings”. He continued, saying that, “the agency should focus more on high-risk threats that could cause a catastrophe.”

On the other side of TSA security, today the Feds admitted that a TSA drug smuggling case in the Los Angeles International Airport is ‘significant’ security breach. So, the agency in charged of keeping airline passengers “safe” has a “significant security breach”. Surprise, surprise!

All the while, TSA defends pat-down of 4-year-old at a Kansas airport.

This is just the TSA news for one day! There are hundreds of other horror stories concerning the TSA. We’ve all heard them. In the “effort” to keep us “safe”, even Congressmen are assaulted by the TSA agents. Then there’s the little girl that was had her stuffed animal removed by TSA. There’s many videos that have gone viral of TSA assaults……… err, pat-downs. But no worries, it’s all for our safety, remember?

However, now that the War on Terror is “officially” over, it’s time for the official end of the TSA. There’s no need for the pat-downs to continue. If there is no longer any threat of terror, there’s nothing we need to be protected from- right?



Are You Better Off Now?

Are things better now after three years of Obama? This is the question of the hour that must be asked repeatedly until it becomes the mantra of all who love America. If you owned a business and hired someone to manage it for you, there would be an expectation of a profit at the end of each year. What if your business ended in the red at the end of the first year? What if that manager borrowed money to stay afloat and ended up in the red again the next year? What if more debt was accumulated and the third year also ended in the red? And what if your manager kept blaming the previous manager for all the current problems after three years? And what if your manager proposed a solution for your business, to straighten out all the problems, by spending more and going more into debt? Would you think he was insane? You would be the one suffering from insanity for not firing the manager after the first year of losing your money. Why would anyone allow a manager to continue with a growing record of consistent failure and loss?
If you do not see the parallel yet, let me spell it out. I am talking about manager Obama. According to Fact Check of the Annenberg Policy Center, manager Bush didn’t do so well himself. In his eight years, the federal deficit grew by 4.9 trillion dollars, which was outrageous and almost 4 times as much when compared individually with Reagan, GHW Bush or Clinton. Make no mistake about it; government grew massively under manager Bush. HOWEVER, look at how we have fared after 3 years and 3 months under manager Obama. In less than half the time it took manager Bush to expand the deficit by 4.9 trillion dollars, manager Obama has managed to add another 4.7 trillion in just over three years, bringing the total deficit to over 15 trillion dollars now and will grow beyond 16 trillion by the end of the year. Keep in mind, Obama has done this in less than four years. Marx and Lenin would be proud.
So are we better off now? The average price for a gallon of gas in January 2009, when Obama took over, was $1.79 a gallon. Ground beef is up, bacon is up, bread is up, and everything is up except the bottom line in your checking account. According to Word Hippo, the opposite of “to manage” is “to fail”. To manage is to succeed and to not manage is to fail. This is the year to change managers, fire the one who is failing, along with everyone in Congress who is supporting the current financial insanity.
Are we better off now? He gave us Obamacare (‘nuff said), blocked the keystone pipeline killing 20,000 immediate jobs and 100,000 jobs in five years, ensuring high gas prices and stopped coastal oil drilling plan. Also, under Obama, the number of food stamp recipients rose from 31.6 million people in 2008 to 46.4 million in 2012, an increase of 14.8 million people, according to the ARE THINGS BETTER NOW?
Joseph Harris, [email protected] has been a college professor and pastor since 1987 and his writings have appeared on, WND, Sword of the Lord, Intellectual Conservative, Conservative Daily News, Canada Free Press, Land of the Free, and The Post Chronicle.

New Obama Documentary: Dreams From My REAL Father

H/T Western Journalism

This is the trailer to a documentary out that asks some interesting questions.

This fascinating narrative is based in part on 2 years of research, interviews, newly unearthed footage and photos, and the writings of Davis and Obama himself. Dreams of My Real Father weaves together the proven facts with reasoned logic and speculation in an attempt to fill-in the obvious gaps in Obama’s history. Is this the story Barack Obama should have told, revealing his true agenda for “fundamentally transforming America?” Director Joel Gilbert concludes, “The ‘Birthers’ have been on a fool’s errand. To understand Obama’s plans for America, the question is not ‘Where’s the Birth Certificate?,’ the question is ‘Who is the real father?'”

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