Is It Over for the Tea Party, Now that They have Won?

It was like Saturday Night at the Fights (well Tuesday night). The opponent came out strong, but by ten o'clock EST the route was on. By midnight the scene would be of empty halls with the litter of campaign signs, disillusioned faces staring at tv screens as results were tallied.

Truly, the Tea Party had triumphed. Their losses were slight. Some held on in pockets of resistance and vowed to fight out the voter fraud in court, but, the first battle of the Second American Revolution was over. It is up to the victors to decide the path and whether we, as a nation, can do it again in 2012.

Can we stay focused and true to the ideals of the Tea Party? Do the 2010 elections mean the end of the rallies?. I sure hope not. America has an MTV attention span (next thing we have to fix) and will fall into complacency the minute the Tea Party hangs up the rally flag and settles on it's laurels.

If we allow the Republicans to run the game completely, we run the serious risk of the same mistakes the past super majority made, losing face as a political organization and inevitable defeat in 2012. The worst case scenario is the disbanding of the Tea Party and (quite probably) a political witch hunt of it's members and supporters. The rediculous and liablist rhetoric is rife through the media and Liberal institutions. They are not far from persecuting their enemies given a perfect storm.

However, if we spend all our time "watchdogging" the Republicans we also face a conundrum. The actual party itself becomes just like the Socialist Liberals we defeated. "Our way or the highway" mentality, at the expense of future voters as they watch the Tea Party become totalitarian. We can ill afford either scenario.

The solution, from where I stand, is that the Tea Party continue the pressure from the platform that got them where they are today. The streets. The rallies, organizing, keeping the heat on the sitting Congress. In other words, let me pose this in a question. When is the next rally guys, and where?? We must remain a visible and ever present force for a return to the Constitutional principles this nation was founded on. It doesn't happen overnight, or, in one election. This fight will encompass the next generation, if not, the one after that.

The American Revolution was won in a matter of years. Several times the fledgling colonies lapsed into complacency and many battles were simply horrible disasters. This Second American Revolution will be marred by defeats, to be certain, but complacency will be a death sentence for this movement and this nation will plunge into Socialist darkness for a century, at least.

Our great grandchildren will not know of our founding (or care), nor, will they know where, or, how to start a revolution. If they do, their spilled blood (as riot police shoot them down) will be on our souls dooming the Tea Party founders, supporters, this Republic straight to hell.


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Two Years at WCUW Radio

It has been quite a ride for me these two years at WCUW Radio. I opened this election year with an idea to interview candidates and take a more politicized view towards my programming and content. It has paid off magnificiently. My show is heard across the nation and I have met great Americans who share the same concerns we face together.

I have been met with congratulations and rebuke all at the same time. I thanked those who supported me and fought, without, hesitation my detractors. My musical library has tripled in that same time. The musical genre is as varied as my audience. I have had the pleasure of hosting local artists in the studio, premiering major artist's new material and lending support to other Programmers on thier own shows. I am truly blessed.

My family has been behind me 100%, my guests have been candid, intelligent and forthcoming in all we have discussed. Troy Tyree has been a mentor and a hands on Manager. He has transformed this radio station for the better. The Board of Directors have been supportive and have defended me during some of the negative discourse. I am forever in thier debt and will endeavor to carry the integrity of WCUW with me into the years ahead.

My final gratitude goes to the man who started it all for me. His name is William Leblanc AKA "Cap't. PJ" who hosts The Rockin' Revolution that runs 24 hours prior to my show. He took the initial risk of interning me, devoting half his show time to me. Eventually the Meat and Potatoes Show was born. He is a great friend and an even greater human being. I love you PJ and I am honored to have you as a friend.

In the weeks and months ahead there will be more local artists, more political and comical drop-ins, more live sets and more Conservative Radio that is the foundation of The Meat and Potatoes Show. Thank you everyone.



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Race Relations

Race Relations, Terms, Orwellian-New Speak.

You can go to my other blog and scroll down and see all the crap I have written about race and Orwell, tolerance: Shit, I even wrote about Niggers. That is correct! I wrote about, and used the word Nigger! Check my other blog..Seriously..Go there!! See for yourself!

I ask one thing, and one thing only. You read and understand the context and judge it on it's merit alone. I will not tell you the piece I wrote that word in, you must scroll and search yourself. It is the journey, discovery and epiphany that will determine if you are a racist or not. It is either in my other blog, my "notes" on FB or just in my hard drive, or; read and spoken on my radio show.

The person who searches to find a reason to disclaim is a racist. The person who searches to understand is, well, searching to understand. The person who seeks's (finds) and could care less, is on their way. The other, who could care less period, is either a committed racist, or a committed human being who places nothing on such terms...But would like to read the piece anyway as to seek the 'understanding'. Mmmm, such a conundrum...

Good hunting..Find the piece..e mail me..joeblogger29@yahoo.com..

FIND ENLIGHTENMENT!!!

Here We Go Again!!

OK America..Here We Go Again

Everything you hear from the media and the government is a lie. The only truth is that; you know its a lie.


It is easy to become sick and tired of the banter and arguement of the Left and the Right. Both sides are exquisitely wrong! Tiresome is the Border discussion. It is like a bunch of plumbers bickering over a blown pipe while the basement fills with water. I am tired of the money discussion. There isn't any money and there won't be for a long time so make a decision and move on with life. I am tired of the entire 'everything' that comes down the national news media pipeline..Never mind the BP pipeline..

I am trying to run a radio show, my FB page and two blog sites here. I cannot keep up with the info-mass-media, and get my kids breakfast in the morning at the same time! My daughter's french toast burns as I stand in the kitchen gaping at the latest steaming pile of bullshit coming from the boob tube. I can only do five things at once. I cannot do eight!

But, as I have said on my other blog about it all being "part of the plan". I, truly think it is; all part of the plan to confuse, manipulate, with slight of hand magic tricks, the general public.
Case in point 1. The Gulf Oil Spill is a horrible disaster. What you will not hear is why it will never be contained or why..If..Ever.

BP has done something unprecidented in oil drilling history. While there are many deep sea oil rigs, BP has drilled a hole into a deep fisure in the Earth's crust. You know? Those places where the continents shift and collide?
Yeah!!..Great idea!! The best engineering minds thought this Pandora up!!
It blew the "F" up!

70 thousand pounds of pressure from the core of the Earth! Thats like trying to stop the Colorado River with a roll of toilet paper.

First of all..There is no "oil crisis". The wells drilled from all over the world are fed by deep core wells that 're-fill' the surface wells. In fact; scientists are wondering if these deep core wells are actually the "grease" that helps turns our planet. Kind of like the grease that turns any wheel or cog in that wheel.

(STOP!! OK all you Al Gore fans, the world is not going to stop turning anytime soon..Well, maybe in 100 million years.) The point is....

In all this hysteria over the world's energy supply, we have done stupid things. Stupid is as stupid does.."Forest Gump". We import while our own soil contains vast amounts of gas and oil. I question the Government reports of two percent of the worlds supply of oil and gas we have under our soil and off shore. Why then is there so much desire to explore and drill all across America for only two percent? Something ain't right there pal. Our own self-centered desire of not wanting to see these rigs has forced companies to place them over the horizon and out of site. Engineering marvels they are yet plagued with complications.

It is all part of the plan. Never let a crisis go to waste, says Rahm Emanuel. Let Government pick up the pieces. You can't make this stuff up. It is almost as if the BP disaster was tailor made, and couldn't have been timed better if you planned it, for The Obatrons and their GE buddies to trot out the new trick pony they have in store for us: Green Technology.

Second case in point: The Space Program. The whole "Yes we Can" promise of the Obama Campaign did not include the Constellation Program. This NASA program was the dream child to take us back to the moon in 2020. The first test launch happened 48 hours after the great and powerfull OZ cancelled the whole thing. What do the New Jersey Italians say?.."Fuggetta-bout it". An entire industry and scientific community created to take the lead for America is now taking a dirt nap.

The compromise is to let the Russians send up supplies to the ISS. Lets have robots do our work exploring ..Mmmnn.. More outsourcing. Turns out the Russians have problems with the "Auto Pilot' software on the cargo ships that supply and dock with ISS..Sooo..We outsourced our only last National Enterprise to a BFI nation and it's scientist? China gets to the moon before us? They mine all the Helium 3 and corner the 21st Century market on a clean and unending source of energy? Like the Chinese Government will really abide by that "For all mankind" rhetoric..And I have some great Real Estate I want to sell you just East off Cape Cod.
(B.F.I.= Bunch-of Fucking Idiots)

Third case in point: The war. First and foremost! Here is my mandate. Read carefully because I am not going to repeat it.

KILL ALL TERRORIST, TORTURE THE REST FOR MORE INFORMATION SO WE CAN KILL MORE......Got it!!
Win the war..nothing else is acceptable!

Do I need to say anything else on this subject? No? Good, lets move on.

Fourth case in point: Illegal Immigration. There is no such thing as an 'Illegal Immigrant'. Either you came here as as an "immigrant" and therefore hold papers to testify to that fact or you are just Illegal and have no business being here in the first place. The term "Illegal Immigrant" is an oxymoron. It is like the term "Political Correctness". There is no such thing. Even Winston from Orwell's 1984 would be scratching his head.

The entire 'Immigration Reform' Bill encompasses this notion that both are the same: Illegals and Immigrants; they are not the same...Shit..Talk about Orwellianism. The truth is those who came here legally are just as pissed off as native born Americans. These poor people payed their way and waited in line. Now they have to accept the Liberal mandate of "Amnesty" just so we can be seen by the world as "fair"??..Screw that!! There are millions of legal, card holding immigrants today who would agree with me!

Shut the border down. Other countries have armed fences and sentries. Why do we not? Because the Annointed One has told us publicly that the border is too vast and that it cannot be done.(Pres. Obama on his border speech 2010)

Don't ever tell me something cannot be done Mr President. Don't ever say it is too expensive or too complicated. You and your fellow Chicago criminal cabinet members are really grinding my gears with your continued insults.

At the dire straits of the Revolution, Washington took Trenton with militia who had no shoes in winter. Jackson held off the British in 1814 with farmers when every one told him to run. Lincoln marched an army to the sea and saved the Union. At the depths of the Depression we galvanized our industry and built Hoover Dam and went to war on both sides of the globe and won. The crippled fleet burning in Pearl Harbor limped out six months later and Colonel Doolittle launched bombers off an aircraft carrier. Apollo 13, dammaged, came home safe. The Berlin Wall fell from our own military buildup when we could least afford it. Every one said Kuwait would be the next Vietnam and we finished in two months and freed a nation.

I was a high school dropout yet I have created a radio show that attracts the future members of our Congress as my guests and I have planted myself squarely into this Election year process. I have also become a writer.

Never tell an American that something cannot be done.

Shall we let the media and Liberal Government decide our path? Or shall Americans decide that path? I, for one, am getting pretty fed up with being 'told' what to do by an entity whose soul purpose is its own self preservation or 'citizens groups' who think they know whats best for me and Law Enforcement who fine you every step of the way and call it protecting you.

Tell you what Government, lets keep it simple. You guys protect the nation and fight our wars. Hell, I'll even let you tax me a little bit so I can help pay for it all. I will take care of the rest. All you 'concerned citizens' go home, I think American Idol is on the TV. Hey Mr. Policeman, I think some one is being murdered by an Illegal, pay attention to those crimes and leave me and my broken headlight alone.


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UNCLE ERIC

UNCLE ERIC"This story may, or not be, true depending on who you talk to." My brother Phillip. My father was the last of six kids, all boys. He grew up on the North Shore in a town called Beverely Mass. His father was Welsh English and his mother was Canadien. They made a lovely couple.
When my grandfather was not working seven days a week he would be drinking and/or argueing with my grandmother on his drinking or working all the time. My grandmother took the traditional roles back in the 1930's. She spent all day washing other people's laundry, cooking for six kids and grandpa and tending the still they had behind the coal stove in the kitchen.
They made everything in that still. Corn liquor, Moonshine,White Lightning; they were all derivatives of the same mash they put into the kettle.All the kids chipped in come chore time. Peeling potatoes or shucking corn or cutting up apples; all by the buschel. After homework, the final chore was clean the table from dinner and prep the still. Uncle Eric was the oldest of the six kids. There was never any one else in our family like Uncle Eric. My father would tell us the stories of him about how he would pull of scams since he was a kid. It was all petty stuff really but Eric could always turn an illegal buck somehow and never get caught.
That didn't always hold true for future generations of our family. Case in point: There was my cousin Bobby who used to sell dime bags of weed to his friends. He was doing ok, staying under the radar until one day some joker talked him into driving to Florida to take a couple hundred pounds back up I-95. Bobby jumped on this idea and tooled off to Florida. The whole thing went off without a hitch but cousin Bobby forgot two basic rules of drug running. The first rule is that anyone with a Mass plate crossing the Mason Dixon line is bound to draw the attention of the Georgia State Police. The second rule is that if you have any outstanding speeding tickets..You would be best to pay them off. Cousin Bobby got 10 years.
Then there was my nephew Jeff who served in the Army during the Gulf War while stationed in Korea. He used to go to the PX and buy TV's and stereos at dirt cheap prices then sell them on th street at a mark-up. He met up with this Korean girl who fell in love with him. My nephew told her all the right things she wanted to hear and started shacking up with her. Six months before his discharge he told her that he was not going to take her back with him to America as he promised. They had a huge fight and he stormed out of the apartment leaving all the PX stuff still in boxes. He went out, got drunk, staggered back to the base and passed out. When he woke up there were two MP's standing over him, one was twirling a set of handcuffs. My nephew got two years and a dis-honorable discharge. But I saved the best for last. I have another nephew; Tim (my sister's kid). He was in love with some girl who took him for a ride. She went through him and his money like a hot knife through butter. Never satisfied she talked him into robbing the very bank he worked for. This dolt walked into a branch of said bank with no disquise, still wearing his nametag and waving a handgun as he demanded money. He, actually, managed to escape with just over five thousand dollars. For the next three days they holed up in some side-of-the-road, seedy motor in where they proceeded to snort. smoke and drink their way through the five thousand dollars. When the Feds finally kicked in the door there was my nephew, back up against the wall buck ass naked. His face covered in coke like the scene from Scarface. The love of his life's face buried in his crotch. The District Attorney purposely made every arresting officer take the stand to recount the scene much to the delight of the jury and the audience in the back. Tim got five years in a Supermax prison. You see? That is what was different about Uncle Eric. He never comitted a quote, unquote "crime". He was always a ghost. He would "pull jobs". No one could ever pin anything on him. He was always several steps ahead or several layers removed from. .Uncle Eriic was the oldest of these six kids. My father was the youngest and was full of stories about his brothers and my politically incorrect grandparents. For instance, each week Eric would take his allowance and paper route money to Tommy's soda shop and pharmacy. on Dean Street and pop pennies into this arcade machine. The game was simple. Pop a penny into the top, the penny bounces down sideways over a series of pegs and falls into one of a dozen slots at the bottom. At that bottom were all the pennies people had put in before. Hit the right slot at the right time and a handfull of pennies would fall out. Eric was a natural at this game. He knew exactly wich side to drop the penny, wich slot would pay off and when. He got so good at this game that all his buddies would gather round him and place bets on the outcome. In a couple of months Eric was no longer using his own money. He would take the bets, collect the pennies and drop them in. If you lost the bet you owed Eric money, if you won the bet he skimmed a hefty 25% of the winnings. Either way, for a fourteen year old kid in the 1930's he was clearing almost ten bucks a week all in pennies. My grandparents always knew when he was coming in for dinner because they could hear his pockets jingling as he came up the back stairs. My grandmother always told him to never go swimming with his trousers on or he would drown. My grandfather always stopped in the shop during his lunch break. With a wink and a nod (plus a deposit) he could slip into the back of the kitchen for a pint of home brewed beer. Everyone in town knew about this, even the local cops could be seen in a corner with a couple of pints from time to time. If you left them alone, they left you alone. After his beer my grandfather would take a seat at the counter and check out the racing form and eat his lunch. Eric would be in the corner hustling his friends. Slowly, people would appear from the back kitchen and take up seats. The cops took a corner stall to keep an eye on the place. There was this one Irish cop (there is always one) everyone knew as Dusty.I have no idea how he got that name. Dusty Sledge was his name. Anyway, Dusty began noticing Uncle Eric and his buddies a little too much this day. My grandfather noticed it also. It wasn't like Eric was being loud or a nuisance. If fact the arcade was located at the end of a back hall separate from the patrons. Tommy could have cared less. Eric brought in soda business and besides, Tommy would buy grandad's bootleg liquor. It was neighborhood shop and everyone knew each other or was married into a family or two some how. Not Dusty Sledge. He was from out of town and was the stereotypical crooked Irish cop of that time. No one liked him. All the cops were known to take a bribe now and again. A pay off here, a forgotten ticket there. Dusty made a living off of other people's misery. In the Depression era 1930's there was plenty of that to go around..
Dusty got up from his seat and sauntered over to my grandfather. Grandad put the racing form away into the newspaper.
"Eh Cunliffe." That thick Irish lilt. "Seems yer boy's got a goin' concern ova theya."
Grandad looked over and sipped his coffee. "Just kids havin' fun."
"Thats not what I'm-a talkin'-bout you Limey bastard."
Grandad put his coffe down. "What'dya want Sledge?"
"I'm talkin' bout your little bootleg operation. You and your spawn griftin' the neighborhood. Think I doen know what your dealin' in?"
Grandad sat silent. He taught all his kids to sit silent when questioned under duress. I teach my kids the same rule. Say nothing. Offer nothing. Let them do all the leg work. Sledge leaned into him. He looked over at the newspaper and slid out the racing form.
"Little numbas game ya got goin' heya? Ya kno' bettins' illegal in this state. Could take you and yar' kid in right now. Would be a shame. Cops searchin' your home, all your bootleggin' customers brought in. No need to bring them poor families down with ya."
My grandfather sat silent and said nothing. Sledge leaned into him some more and put the racing form back into the newspaper.
" Tell ya what I'm gonna do heya Cunliffe. Your gonna pick up my tab heya from now on and cut me in on 40% of your bootleggin' and I'm gonna take my 50% of the boy's winnins' today just to teach-im a lesson."
The waitress brought out Sledges's meal and put it on the table. Sledge watched her.
"Doen want it to go cold now do I?" Sledge patted my grandfather's back and sauntered off back to his seat. Sledge was as good as his rotten word. After his meal he got up, dropped his napkin on the floor and walked over to my Uncle Eric. He told the waitress to give the cheque to my grandfather. He walked up to Uncle Eric and pulled him against the wall.
"Hey!"
" Shut up ya little bastard!" Sledge reached into Eric's pocket and pulled out a large handfull of pennies, then reached in again and pulled out more. Sledge put the bounty into his pockets. "Lucky I doen put ya' into reform school."
Sledge went back to his table and grabbed the last of his sandwich.."Be seein' ya Cunliffe." Sledge walked out of Tommy's soda shop and pharmacy..
Tommy came over to my grandfather.
"I got his meals Bob."
"Then all your pints are for free." Said my grandfather. Tommy nodded and grimaced.
Tommy spoke up. "It's not going to stop there you know." Grandad just sipped his coffee.
Tommy kept going. "Ya hear what that Mick did to the Doherty girl last week?" My grandfather came back to focus.
"Alice? Michael's girfriend?"
Tommy nodded. My grandfather put down his coffee "What the hell happened?"

Uncle Eric and his buddies walked up to the counter.
"Dad?"
Tommy leaned over the counter. " Hey, you guys get outta here and go straight home. Cut behind Grayson's Funeral Home, out my back door. Be quiet, they may have a service on now."
Eric looked at my grandfather. " Do as Tommy says." He ordered..."Mind your mother!"
The kids bolted out the from the kitchen door. Tommy pulled a bottle fom under the counter and spiked the coffee. This is something children should never hear, let alone experience.
Tommy continued.
"You know those two have been sweet since grade school?"
Grandad nodded
" And you know Mike is in basic now? They're gonna get married after he gets back from camp."
Again my grandfather nodded, this was all common knowledge. All the families in the neighborhood had invitations. In fact, my grandmother was chosen to bake the wedding cake.
Tommy swallowed his spiked coffee. "Yeah, well, they drove over to the point at Salem Willows a week before he shipped out and they..Well..Ya know.." My grandfather was not shocked. He shrugged.."And?"
Tommy continued. " So, Sledge pulls up behind them. Catches them doin...." Now my grandfather was concerned; he put down his spiked coffee.
" What the fuck did he do?" Asked my grandfather.
"Sledge pulls them both outta the car. Mike is pullin' up his pants and poor Alice is in her all-together. Sledge is ready to haul them both in! Goes on about Alice underage and Mike's career in the Navy bein' shot to hell! These two love each other..Hell Bob, we both watched those kids get Christened!"
My grandfather was beside himself. "What the fuck did Sledge do?"
"Sledge put his hands on her! Told Mike he would ruin his Navy career cause Alice was still underage! That damn Mick pulled out his gun and took that poor girl into his car!!"
My grandfather shoved his cup and saucer. Tommy was almost in tears.
My grandfather spoke. " He didnt....?"
Tommy shook his head. " No he didn't, just put his hands on her. Least thats what I hear. Hell, Bob, these are our kids. Here in the neighborhood. Who the Christ is this Sledge to think he can do as he pleases?...Those poor kids."
Tommy pulled the bottle onto the counter and they both drank straight from it. I would have also, having heard that story.
You see, even though pre-marital relations were shunned in those days. It only pertained to casual relations. Young love was something different. In fact, your grand-parents most likely knew each other since they were kids, maybe even, your own parents. Things are different today. We want to keep our kids from those relationships (and for good reason). In the 'old days', as I shall call them; this was a sacred line you never crossed. Dusty Sledge crossed that line.
What niether Tommy, nor my grandfather knew during that conversation was that my Uncle Eric did not obey his father that day. After his friends took off across Grayson's back yard he snuck back in and propped open the kitchen door and heard the entire conversation. Mike's little brother was Eric's friend and Alice had babysat for the family and would let them stay up late listenning to the radio. There were more lines crossed than even Tommy and grandad knew that afternoon at the soda shop..

April 15th Worcester Tea Party Rally

April 15th Worcester Tea Party Rally

I waited patiently for this day to arrive. My taxes were already filed so April 15th was just for observation on my part. The Worcester Tea Party was gathering on Lincoln Square that day and I needed, no, wanted to be there.
For a small central Mass city there must have been over one thousand people there gathering on that memorial site. It was an appropriate site where past Patriots are memorialized and new Patriots gather, to keep alive, the staunch independence of the American citizen. I saw for myself the reality of the Tea Party Movement. It is a reality that is lost to the detractors, anti-protestors and the State Run Media.
In the crowd was a cross section of Americans. On the stage was mix of speakers from a Russian immigrant, who’s English was flawless, to a black Republican woman who did not apologize for being a Conservative. Across the street gathered the candidates who worked the crowd for signatures to get on the ballot for 2010. They stayed out of the way of the speakers and the main body of Tea Party supporters. I thought this was great. Unlike the Tea Party Express, which is quick to grab the coattails of Republican Candidates, the true Tea Party wishes to have no direct link to any one party and/or candidate. This policy preserves the independence and the mandate of “grass roots” that is the foundation of this movement.
I also think that this separation of both forms of Tea Parties confuses the left. I truly believe they think both parties are one and the same. Good, the better confused they are, the more they will get everything wrong each time one of them opens their mouths to talk about it. Far be it from me to shatter some one else’s disillusionment.
The left was present there and remained across the street. I saw one sign, simply drawn, that read; “I (heart) Socialism”. As I said, simply drawn with a mix of average and symbology exemplifying the precept that is Socialism. Another sign pontificated the need for taxes to pay for schools, roads, etc. We know this. As has been stated by many people I have spoken to over this past year we do not have a revenue problem, we have a spending problem. There was even the argument about the loss of healthcare from a lost job. The concept of Massachusetts Universal Healthcare never came forth in this individual’s argument.
I am not going to worry anymore about what is said on the State Run Media about the Tea Party Movement. The more people who attend each event and spread the word, the more the media will alienate their audience. The only worry is the power of the Socialists in Congress today. They may deem this movement too powerful and enact laws preventing it from gathering. Constitutional right of assembly be damned, they have already relegated the document to the status of “an artifact” in a museum.
All we can do is hold on and keep up the pressure. Never allow complacency a foothold. Stay focused on November then ramp up the pressure for the long haul to November 2012. I do not believe the party that gave birth to public protest in the 60’s is going to do everything in it’s power to discredit, denigrate and, possibly, outlaw the Tea Party Movement. The Secular Progressive Socialists will.

Independent thinking and American exceptionalism are the antithesis of what Socialism promotes. Besides; there are as many Democrats within this movement as Republicans who are not going to budge simply because of party affiliation. They are as fed up, disillusioned by Obama and the left, as you or I and are valued allies against the onslaught of misrepresentation by a government and media that has become dangerous and oligarchic in it’s zeal to establish Social Justice, Wealth Redistribution and Political Class Warfare.



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Jesus Freaks

Jesus Freaks


I always run into these people. I have met them several times throughout my life. Now, the Fundamentalists would say that Jesus is trying to speak to me. He always speaks to me, don’t worry. I, simply, cannot get on board with a fanatical group of people who have chosen an addiction to Jesus.
A recent posting on FB was on the subject of what one person should read and if that would be in conflict with their religious convictions. Most responses said; yes it would be, others said something to the effect; no, as long as you do not live by those words. I have read countless material and books, I live by my own words0 regardless of what I read.
We live in an America where God is routinely scrutinized and removed from all facets of our daily lives and the history of this nation. This is wrong and we see the results of such Secular promotions in society. Children are lost with no spiritual foundation, schools dismiss students of religious convictions (unless they are muslim) and tell them to be quiet so as to not offend others (Liberals mostly).
Recently in the news there has been a dust up concerning the Westboro Baptist Church in Kansas over military funerals and protests about gays in general. From what I can ascertain a father buried his son who served in the military and these idiots protested the funeral because the son was gay. In, fact, I am not even sure if that is correct..Doesn’t matter..It’s these idiots I am talking about here.
These meat heads are just as dangerous as the fundamentalist muslims who want to blow up everything Western to promote islam. It has nothing to do with God or religion but rather a mental condition in the heads of the leaders who are able to convince and convert stupid people into believing the cause these leaders foment. It is that simple.
I just finished reading a book entitled, Crusaders, Criminals and Crazies by Doctor Frederick J. Hacker. The book was first published in 1976 and is a collected medical/criminal/historical record of terrorism, fanaticism, serial criminals and religious zealotry that devolves into bombings, cultism and political strong arming that has rocked the 20th Century and, well, continues to this day.
It was a hard read to get through. It was full of medical terms, historical back rounds, geo-political shifts and the resulting anger and frustrations of various people who became the star players in these activities we have come to know so well. Many of them were religious based, or so they used religion as means to and end.
Every one of the groups or individuals mentioned were religious zealots and a little tapped in the upper quadrant of the cranium. They were able to employ various techniques of public persona, popularity, propaganda and an iron hold on followers who were not the brightest bulbs in the box.
You only need to look at any news footage from a muslim country and see the mindset that pervades that society. It is formidable, unstoppable and totally ingrained into the DNA of every man, woman and child. To them, all there is and all there will ever be are the dictates of the Queran and the local mullah. To many Western Bible thumping Christians, all there ever is and all there ever will be is what is in the Bible or what the Pastor tells them to do. The Bible (as the Queran) is the ultimate truth and the words are to be taken verbatim and never wavered from lest ye be smote.
I think of the various groups I have witnessed. David Koresh, Jonestown in South America, Scientology, Heaven’s Gate, the recent arrests involving Christian Militia who wanted to bomb Police Funerals, even that idiot Moon guy in Japan who bombed the subway with Sarin Gas (total fruitcake).
There was a documentary on HBO about a version of American Idol in Afghanistan. A woman was voted out and so she sang her last song. She made one horrible mistake, she danced as she sang. There are death threats on her life and interviews conducted on the street from the film crew proved this.
Death threats? All she did was dance? Are you fucking serious?
It is because of these religious precepts that a nation, like Afghanistan will never (mark my words) never be a viable, productive, member of the world community. I am not talking about “adopting Western ways”, or becoming a secular society..How about we just get with the program folks!! This obsession and addiction to living under the thumb of religious dogma is the antithesis of evolution and those people and nations who choose this path will (and should) fade off the path to human growth. They are modern day Neanderthals. That goes for Western uber Christians who believe that everything is Jesus and all there is is Jesus. It isn’t!
Fundamentalist Christians reject the Genome Project, reject the theory of other planets and possible life elsewhere, reject that God set into motion laws of physics that created the universe and our own Mother Earth. Early Christians and Missionaries raped the spirituality out of Native Americans who believed that The Great Spirit was everywhere, had always been and always would be and was in everything including rocks, trees, water, sky and air. That God was owner of the land not man. Christian schools still deny ancient customs and prayers.
The Taliban are notorious for stoning anyone with a cd player or records and charge them with idolatry, yet they love those modern weapons to kill infidels (go figure). School are routinely burned and bombed and women are raped and stoned because they dared to educate themselves or their daughters. They set dynamite (a modern western invention) and blew up one thousand year old statues carved by ancient Afghani’s because they deemed it an offence to Allah! These people are fucked in the head!
The nation of India still holds onto old religious ideas of the “caste” system and segregates it’s people into classes that deny them equal opportunity to a better job and a better life. We Americans whine about ‘gay rights’ while half the world still executes homosexuals. Where are your Liberal ideas now?
America has an invasive Social Services Agency that tags all parents who spank as ‘abusive’. Countries in Africa still practice clitoral-ectomies because of a religious order, force marriages, force feed girls to make them attractive to men in Mauritania. Where are the Liberal Child Rights advocates now?


Stop talking to me about religion and God and how all is easy and welcomed under the guise of ‘Jesus”. Religion is a bain on the human condition and has kept us locked into this gerbil wheel of never growing outside the box. Spirituality is the only release. Being a spiritual person is a transcendence above religion. One goes beyond dogma and truly sees the revelations of God. Study, education, reading, experiencing, moral compass are the tools to take us to a higher plain. You couple that with a foundation based on Providence, that God is your Master and loves you and will guide you and wants you to explore and be the best person you can be; there, there you will find enlightenment alongside the science and magic of life and universe that God has created for all of us to be a part of..


….And That Is The Diatribe….