Do I seem bitter?
The last few days my posts have run to a common theme, i.e. I'm not especially happy with how things panned out Tuesday night.
I'm pissed. Pissed not because the Party of Death won, not because we'll see a rise of socialism in this country.
I'm pissed because of why it happened. So damned many of my fellow countrymen voted for an empty suit because of the color of his skin and fear for their pocketbooks. Nothing else, thats it folks. No other reasons are evident.
One of my heroes has been the citizen-soldier, the guy who puts down the hoe picks up the gun and takes care of business so his family and neighbors will live safe and free. That hero must have died a long time ago, either that or all the ones like him are currently in Iraq & Afghanistan wondering what the hell is going on back here in the States.
Without going into long, boring detail I'll just acknowledge to being off my feed and wondering how to roll with this particular punch.
I could understand it if Obama won because of opposition to the Iraq War. I could understand it if he won due to genuine concern for the havenots in this world. Might not agree with those things but I could understand them.
I don't understand having a military conflict in two countries and the issue of abortion take a back seat to worrying about the fate of our 401K funds. Before anyone accuses me of never having to worry about stretching my paycheck I'll just say the War Department and I are no strangers to frugality out of necessity. But some things are more important than our retirement funds.
Yep. I'm bitter.
6 comments:
I"m just outraged that we couldn't even get a simple majority in this country to agree that it's wrong to wrap a baby in a towel and leave him in a closet to die.
I hear ya pilgrim.
Well, it's time to fight back then, isn't it? Like my favorite sailor Popeye once (or twice) said, "Avast ya swabs, I'll lay among the sweetpeas!"
Still clinging to my Bible and gun!
Pops
pray.
Subject: It's all about the Ice Cream...
The most eye-opening civics lesson a senior administrator of schools had was while teaching third grade in 2000. The presidential election was heating up and some of the children showed an interest. She decided we would have an election for a class president. We would choose our nominees. They would make a campaign speech and the class would vote. To simplify the process, candidates were nominated by other class members. We discussed what kinds of characteristics these students should have. We got many nominations and from those, Jamie and Olivia were picked to run for the top spot. The class had done a great job in their selections. Both candidates were good kids. She thought Jamie might have an advantage because he got lots of parental support. She had never seen Olivia's mother. The day arrived when they were to make their speeches Jamie went first. He had specific ideas about how to make our class a better place. He ended by promising to do his very best. Every one applauded. He sat down and Olivia came to the podium. Her speech was concise. She said, 'If you will vote for me, I will give you ice cream.' She sat down. The class went wild. 'Yes!Yes! We want ice cream. ' She surely would say more. She did not have to. A discussion followed. How did she plan to pay for the ice cream? She wasn't sure. Would her parents buy it or would the class pay for it. She didn't know. The class really didn't care. All they were thinking about was ice cream. Jamie was forgotten. Olivia won by a land slide. Every time Barack Obama opens his mouth he offers ice cream, and 60% percent of America reacts like nine year olds. They want ice cream. The other 40% percent know they're going to have to feed the cow.
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