Politics is not a playground, it’s a
battlefield. Here’s the news you can use from conservative bloggers, not
the corporate-controlled stenographers from Central Planning.
Six minutes and sixteen seconds of utter,
outrageous ignorance.
An increasing
number of those on the progressive left would like to dispense with the
Declaration (of Independence). They
would like to move it off the stage, into the shadows…
We paid $12
million for this steaming
pile of horse puckies, people.
Who knows, but
there will be some shiny
object flashing in the eyes of the media within 72 hours.
Change
is hard when change is ill-conceived.
…I think I
once actually thought we were free, and slowly but surely I realized the
illusion of liberty was the curtain of Oz and just like the tale, we aren’t
supposed to peel that curtain back. Unfortunately, unlike Dorothy with her
traveling band of truth seekers, the man behind the curtain isn’t a cute,
cuddly, benevolent old man who resembles our kindly uncle. Behind the curtain,
is the great and devouring leviathan, its hour come round at last, now
slouching towards Bethlehem to be born.
The “Free
Riders” who didn’t want to pay into the empire won the day, but hardly anyone
in the crowds heading toward the Hudson remembers what the day is about. The
denizens of public housing, who are the true “Free Riders”, certainly don’t.
They are getting a free ride on everything from food to housing, but the free
ride comes from the taxpayers that Pelosi and Obama damn as “Free Riders”. And
the only way to keep their free ride going is by ending everyone else’s
freedom.
“There’s
already 13,000 pages of regulations, and
they’re not even done yet.”
…during a
ceremony for people who came here legally, joined the military legally, and
were fast tracked for citizenship, Obama just had to speak out and say we
should give those who came here illegally the same chance. Pathetic.
Politicians
of all stripes have conspired to bring us to this
brink of disaster.
Two lives go in, only one comes out. Most of the time we call that murder.
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