So, what is really going on with all this political crap.

Sorry for that last word in the headline, but that is exactly where we are. When we first heard of the Tucson event, last Saturday morning, I looked over at my wife and said, I hope this doesn't get politicized. Well, before the afternoon was over, the Lefties had closed ranks and were pumping out one piece of garbage after another.

That Pima County Sheriff ? Turns out he is a flaming liberal who has refused to enforce the laws he swore to uphold. Where does this old fart get off deciding which laws he will obey and which he will not? Would this jerk give me the same liberty? In one interview, he blamed Palin while admitting, in the same breath, that he was not aware of any evidence that the shooter had even heard of Sarah Palin - an indication of the degree of intelligence of this officer of the law.

We have all been through this sort of thing before, haven't we? That explains why my wife and I knew all this Leftist trash was coming. So did millions of others, the previous "silent majority" who wasted years of quiet civility on our pot smoking, drug infested, free love Marxist classmates. I am personally embarrassed with my naivete. I thought we all believed in the founding principles of this great nation. Seriously. I was shocked to find out otherwise. I knew we all had very different ideas about God and drugs and 'love' and sex in the public square, but it did not occur to me, back in the mid-sixties, that the kids I went to college with, were on a journey that would bring us to this day and time.

I had a brother, 21 years older than myself. He was in the First Army, landed on the coast of France (Normandy) on June 6, 1944. He fought through France and Germany - a member of the Army Corp of Engineers. Charles Frayer was his name. He died back in 1987. He drank and smoked himself to death. I believe that he was ridden with guilt for being only one of three soldiers in his company to survive the war. I do not believe that he ever came to terms with the fact of his survival when all his buds were murdered by the German army during that war.

And, I am not about to allow his sacrifice and the angry disappointment of his life to pass away in surrender to a bunch of Marxist/Socialist punks who care nothing for this great nation and the sacrifices of those who have gone on before us. To think that there are those in the halls of our Capitol who laughed at and made fun of the reading the Constitution. To think that these socialist jerks have more to do with the comings and goings of my life than I do is a preposterous thought on its face, and one that I no longer accept.

Our National Moron, Harry Reid, told a reporter on Sunday that the TEA party folks came to prominence because of a bad economy and they would be gone as soon as things got better. Idiot. There are millions of us. It is not the economy that has inspired us. Not at all. Rather, it is the likes of the mindless Harry Reid who thinks that we should not care that he wrote much of the healthcare law, behind closed doors and out of "committee" as if national governance had been given to his charge and his charge alone.

And the trashing talking of the Left, over the course of the past few days, has done nothing but move us closer to ridding this country of these socialist one worlders.

By the way, if you think I have overstated the "one world" thingy, google "Maria Otero" and see what you come up with. All this talk of tax compromise and healthcare and FinReg is a distraction from the deeper agenda of this angry stranger in our White House.

I am working for change and hope. But it is change and hope based on a healthy dose of American exceptionalism and the freedom of self expression. It is not the hope and change of a secretive and angry black man who has yet to define his thinking and goals for this country. That "pied pipper" deal does not work for me.

Next time this smooth talking clown speaks of things like "we are five days away from fundamentally changing the United States of America," and you start clapping and cheering wildly, ask yourself this: "what the hell am I cheering about. I have no idea what he means by what he just said."

Join the fight against the destruction of the country or move to , ahhhhh, Mexico. Maybe Juarez.
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