Several years ago there was a very funny man with a scarecrow hairstyle who wore tails, high-top sneakers and spewed gibberish. Professor Irwin Corey, billed as “The World’s Foremost Authority,” could talk endlessly about any imaginable subject and say absolutely nothing.
The other night I watched a dangerously delusional man who wore a suit [instead of his "Mom Jeans"], an imperious smirk and also spewed endless gobs of gibberish. The problem is, this second man claims to be the president of our country. Although ‘Bama is billed as “a great communicator”, he too can talk endlessly and say absolutely nothing. He did.
He rambled on in an alternate reality that ranged from being able to keep our current health plans, in a private sector that will no longer exist, to getting better care for less money — similar to the candy bar which now sports a smaller bar in a bigger wrapper at a higher price!
While being delusional is not a quality to be applauded in a leader, it may be preferable to lying and pure fabrication. I would prefer to think this ideologue actually believes what he is saying, right down to his claim that the government takeover he calls reform is a bi-partisan effort. Like most of the disinformation he disseminates, nothing could be further from the truth.
Any number of Republican and Conservative alternatives have been proposed but none has received so much as a nod from the Left. You see, the whole thing has nothing to do with health care or reform; it has everything to do with power, growing government and controlling the lives of Americans — so far, that’s still you and me.
The system these Marxists are trying to ram through is health care for the healthy; stipulations in the bill specifically restrict or eliminate care for the chronically ill or the aged. It is a system which will focus on saving money, not lives! Particularly disturbing is the A.A.R.P. sellout of gullible seniors who have become convinced that Utopia is just around the corner. It’s much like the sellout of workers who actually believe that unions have their best interests at heart, as jobs go marching permanently out the door.
“Seasoned” Citizens will actually be required to attend End of Life Counseling sessions at least every five years [pages 425 to 430], where they can be conned out of care that extends their lives and be prodded, prematurely, into the next world — to save money for the system. Forget Orwell’s 1984. Anyone see the end of Soylent Green* lately?
Congress and other Washington elite will, of course, keep their private insurance and not opt to join the masses. What I would like to see in any final measure is actual health care reform and a stipulation that everyone from the president on down has to use the same system as the rest of us. Do you suppose the framers of this debacle would want some board of bureaucrats making their life and death decisions?
If you are the least bit hesitant about calling your representative and telling him [or her] to “VOTE NO” on the acting president’s health care bill [H.R. 3200 - 1,018-pages], just bear in mind that a camel is really a horse designed by a government committee!
R.S.F.
*Roth (Edward G. Robinson character) opts for assisted suicide or active, voluntary euthanasia (euphemistically known as “going home”) at a government clinic. There, he is taken to a comfortable bed, is given a poison-laced beverage, and is shown panoramic views of an unspoiled pristine Earth as he dies.
Unlike the other two branches of government, our Founding Fathers designed the Judiciary with no term limits. They felt this would place judges above the political fray and, without having to worry about the second-guessing of their opinions, they could be completely impartial. While the Founders were wise enough to design a self-correcting system they didn’t design a perfect system and, as righteous men who understood their role as part of something greater than themselves, they could never have anticipated future justices placing their own good above the good of the Republic.
Humorist Arnold Glasgow once wrote, “A friend is someone who laughs at your jokes when they’re not so good and listens to your troubles when they’re not so bad.” But what happens when a friend starts giving you bad advice? The acting president has been running into that for some time now with his close, warm, personal friend [CWPF] “Totus”. “Totus” is a ‘Bamaprompter.
Let me make something perfectly clear to those who might otherwise get the wrong impression — he speaks neither for me nor for the vast majority of American people. We owe apologies to no one. The ugly chip on his shoulder speaks for ‘Bama alone. He and “Totus” have become dangerous embarrassments — two of the Three Stooges. Since he has difficulty forming coherent sentences without help, we must conclude that the formerly faithful ‘Bamaprompter has run amok and is feeding him bad information. Maybe his contemporaries can ‘roll’ him like a hooker with a jon in a cheap hotel but not so the people of this nation. Americans love freedom and have always stood strong against tyranny, whatever its origins.
One Small Step
Ghostly black and white images danced across the television screen as a roomful of friends and I bore witness to one of the greatest accomplishments of humankind. It was history in the making and we were living it! Men were walking on the moon! Those grainy pictures were the fulfillment of a dream for every ten year old kid who ever peered out of a window cut in a big cardboard box or watched Flash Gordon conquer the Clay People at the Saturday movie matinee. They were the fulfillment of a challenge by a young president whose life was snuffed out before he could see that his words had successfully inspired a nation to such incredible deeds.
Today is the 40th anniversary of that first moon landing, when men soared into space using precarious technology born of Snoopy’s leather flying cap and carrying less computing power than is found in today’s average $25 calculator. Buzz Aldren, Michael Collins and Neil Armstrong were explorers — true heroes, men of vision driven by fierce pride. Back then, America was driven by fierce pride. Where has it gone?
Somewhere in the 40 years since Apollo 11 we have lost our way, mired in the quicksand of failing social programs in the name of bettering life on Earth, all the while robbing men of their dignity and building a false government dependency. Such political misdirections are gradually transforming dreams and pride into guilt and stagnation. America is now being painted as a problem in the world instead of a solution. Even an activist president colors with a broad brush that masks our greatness.
Sufficient time has now passed so as to relegate moonwalks and other significant victories to mere paragraphs in history books, read by new generations that have never experienced greatness — some of which even doubt and debate the very existence of these accomplishments. The final irony is the use by non-believers of the many spinoffs from the space program, like laptop computers and cell phones, as they question the merit or even the reality of our moon journey. Believe me kids, we were there and we were there first! The proof will clutter the craters of that heavenly body for centuries.
Winning the space race not only inspired America but played a part in defeating the Soviet Union during the Cold War. Now that we’ve discovered it’s not made of green cheese, there is a renewed interest in going back to the moon — generated by other countries, places such as China and India. The other night, I heard one of our congressmen express the hope that we would “go all out” to participate and not just graciously accept a second place finish. I thought, “Whoa! We were ALREADY first, a long time ago. It’s the next country that’s gonna’ be in second place!” [This is the same mentality that overlooks the fact that America was attacked on 9/11 and goes straight to criticizing our assault on the Taliban, wherever they may be].
When it comes to the moon, we’ve already ‘been there, done that’. I see no particular reason to go back and would rather we set our sights on Mars. Let the other guys fall over each other for runner-up positioning on Earth’s natural satellite. I’d like to feel the pride and exhilaration of great national accomplishment once again. Moreover, our country needs to feel it. Forty years ago it inspired and united our nation, in fact [for a moment] the world. Those kids with all the answers could use a reality check, too.
Today we celebrate America’s first moon walk. No, it wasn’t the late Michael Jackson, he came later. It was imagination come to life. It was three incredibly brave pioneers who crossed, not the western prairie in covered wagons, but the sea of space in a tiny capsule — to walk on that silvery disc in the nighttime sky that casts long shadows on new fallen snow, lights the way for starry-eyed lovers and kindles sparks of inspiration in the hearts and minds of men.
R.S.F.