What Would the Forefathers Think?

As I have said, where we are as a nation, is not what our forefathers had in mind.  The assault rifles, the useless taking of black lives, the questioning of a women’s rights over her body and mind…it goes on and on.

We cannot continue to isolate ourselves from the violence.  We cannot ignore the lack of sympathy running rampant through the streets.

A little girl from Honduras stares into the camera, her young features contorted in anguish. She’s barefoot, dusty, and clad only in a diaper and T-shirt. And she’s just had to run from clouds of choking tear gas fired across the border by U.S. agents.

A second photograph, which also circulated widely and rapidly on social media, shows an equally anguished woman frantically trying to drag the same child and a second toddler away from the gas as it spreads.

The three were part of a much larger group, perhaps 70 or 80 men, women and children, pictured in a wider-angle photo fleeing the tear gas. Reuters photographer Kim Kyung-Hoon shot the images, which provoked outrage and seemed at odds with President Trump’s portrayal of the caravan migrants as “criminals” and “gang members.”

Trump officials said that authorities had to respond with force after hundreds of migrants rushed the border near Tijuana on Sunday, some of them throwing “projectiles” at Customs and Border Protection personnel.

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America…the new and not improved…uncivilized nation!

Willie on Politics

I got along without you before I met you and I’ll get along without you a long time after you’re gone.

Willie Nelson

 

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America the Fallen: editorial

“I did and I’m not ashamed to admit it!”

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Imprisoned Japanese American Workers/D. Lange

In actuality, I had been concerned about my decision…my action!  Driving down to the local ‘city hall’…which doubles as a source of entertainment.  Offering D list comedians and bad plays by accountants turned ‘actors’ on the weekend.

This old age Opera House during the course of banker’s hours; houses the welfare director, issuer’s of hunting licenses and persons paid by the town of Franklin, New Hampshire deemed competent enough to gather your most personal information.  Voter registration, payment of fines, water and sewer late fees, etc., etc.

Franklin calls itself a city.  Yet, it is a big town with overalls on.

As many of my followers, fellow bloggers and semi interested fans, know.  I am as queer as a two dollar bill.  Obviously, I am an artist.  And, with any research, it is well known that I attempt to speak for those who feel they have no voice.

I have been a democrat all my natural born…voting life.  And, though I grew up in an abusive dictatorship, my parents, both, were leftists.

Odd for me but when I arrived at the building of paying more taxes for grade 6 roads…

Odd for me to feel panic whilst climbing the granite stairs.

‘Live Free or Die…’ kept ringing through my ears.  Such like, a protest you want to start…but have no cause.

“I would like to change my political affiliation.  Is this where I do it?”

My shaky words piercing through spit proof Plexiglas.

Used to be not long before, I dealt with a woman who shall remain nameless and scowled at me while I gave the city all the money I had.

Currently, I had been speaking to Marie.  Lovely woman in comparison to the upset city employee who shall remain nameless.

Odd, I pondered!  I am literally handing over personal information, change of affiliation and various other things…to someone…who registers my moped.

This idea to change from Democrat to Independent had taken me many months to consider.

It had always been my right of passage to believe in a more ‘socially’ aware class.  My resume as volunteer, delegate, knocker of doors, candidate for local office…is vast.

Yet, that has all changed.marion huse tenament porches

Perhaps the only route meant believing in the middle.

Dems have been walking about with their ears back like a scolded dog…for too long.

And, the potty mouth, liberator of porn stars and his posse…are certainly the direction I wish not to go.

Both sides boasting about how they are looking to enhance the lower and middle class.  Both sides playing cards without any inclination as to the life of the typical American citizen.

I am embarrassed by my government…Both local, state and federal.

What kind of sight must this country be…to those who upheld us as, liberators to the truth.imageedit_71_4355317872

An independent is variously defined as a voter who votes for candidates on issues rather than on the basis of a political ideology or partisanship; a voter who does not have long-standing loyalty to, or identification with, a political party; a voter who does not usually vote for the same political party from election.

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Master Trump

Appalled!  Embarrassed.  Ashamed.  American.  There should be no doubt that Donald Trump, who I refuse to call, President; Has every intention of provoking a master race for himself.  And, himself only!

First, the poor, than the…uninsured or those lacking good insurance, the arts, veterans, meals on wheels, those searching the truth…etc., etc.

If the American people are not watching closely and take their eyes off the ball; The one empowered will be the more so… powerful.  The ‘masters’ of the human race.

“It is always a great honor to be so nicely complimented by a man so highly respected within his own country and beyond,” Trump said in a statement. “I have always felt that Russia and the United States should be able to work well with each other towards defeating terrorism and restoring world peace, not to mention trade and all of the other benefits derived from mutual respect.”

 

Good intentions will always be pleaded for every assumption of authority. … It is hardly too strong to say that the Constitution was made to guard the people against the dangers of good intention. … There are men in all ages who mean to govern well, but they mean to govern. They promise to be good masters, but they mean to be masters.

A Day in the Life

DAY IN THE LIFE OF JOE and JANE REPUBLICAN AMERICANS.
Joe gets up at 6 a.m. and fills his coffeepot with water to prepare his morning coffee. The water is clean and good because some tree-hugging liberal fought for minimum water-quality standards. With his first swallow of coffee, he takes his daily medication. His medications are safe to take because some stupid commie liberal fought to ensure their safety and that they work as advertised.
All but $10 of his medications are paid for by his employer’s medical plan because some liberal union workers fought their employers for paid medical insurance – now Joe gets it too. Jane prepares her morning breakfast, bacon and eggs. Jane’s bacon is safe to eat because some girly man liberal fought for laws to regulate the meat-packing industry.
In the morning shower, Jane reaches for her shampoo. Her bottle is properly labeled with each ingredient and its amount in the total contents because some crybaby liberal fought for her right to know what she was putting on her body and how much it contained. Joe dresses, walks outside and takes a deep breath. The air he breathes is clean because some environmentalist wacko liberal fought for laws to stop industries from polluting our air. He walks to the subway station for his government-subsidized ride to work. It saves him considerable money in parking and transportation fees because some fancy-pants liberal fought for affordable public transportation, which gives everyone the opportunity to be a contributor.
Jane begins her work day. She has a good job with excellent pay, medical benefits, retirement, paid holidays and vacation because some lazy liberal union members fought and died for these working standards. Jane’s employer pays these standards because Jane’s employer doesn’t want her employees to call the union.
If Joe is hurt on the job or becomes unemployed, he’ll get a worker compensation or unemployment check because some stupid liberal didn’t think he should lose his home because of his temporary misfortune.
It’s noontime and Joe needs to make a bank deposit so he can pay some bills. Joe’s deposit is federally insured by the FSLIC because some godless liberal wanted to protect Joe’s money from unscrupulous bankers who ruined the banking system before the Great Depression.
Jane has to pay her Fannie Mae-underwritten mortgage and her below-market federal student loan because some elitist liberal decided that Jane and the government would be better off if he was educated and earned more money over her lifetime.
Joe is home from work. He plans to visit his father this evening at his farm home in the country. He gets in his car for the drive. His car is among the safest in the world because some America-hating liberal fought for car safety standards. He arrives at his boyhood home. His was the third generation to live in the house financed by Farmers’ Home Administration because bankers didn’t want to make rural loans. The house didn’t have electricity until some big-government liberal stuck his nose where it didn’t belong and demanded rural electrification.
He is happy to see his father, who is now retired. His father lives on Social Security and a union pension because some wine-drinking, cheese-eating liberal made sure he could take care of himself so Joe wouldn’t have to.
Joe gets back in his car for the ride home, and turns on a radio talk show. The radio host keeps saying that liberals are bad and conservatives are good. He doesn’t mention that the beloved Republicans have fought against every protection and benefit Joe enjoys throughout his day.
Joe agrees: “We don’t need those big-government liberals ruining our lives! After all, I’m a self-made man who believes everyone should take care of themselves, just like I have!”