Okay, so here’s a message for Washington…”We’re Mad As Hell And We’re Not Going To Take It Anymore!” Rochesterians, along with citizens all across this country gathered to protest the radical, socialistic moves of Washington over the past 100 days! The media wants to cast this as a referendum on President Obama, and by fiat, trying to paint this as a radical, right-wing, white protest against a black president. The simple fact is…these protesters are protesting issues MUCH bigger than one man! They are protesting WASHINGTON! They are protesting Runaway LIBERALISM! They are protesting unfettered SOCIALISM and the FASCISM of one Executive branch which is running rough-shod over the whole of Congress with a radical agenda, representative of less than half of the country!
They are truly protesting the lack of REPRESENTATION, reminiscent of the early Americans, so encumbered under and alienated by the mandates of King George that they assembled in Boston to overturn the shipment of tea in the harbor to send the message…”WE DON’T WANT YOUR STINKING STUFF!” “YOU CAN’T TAX WHAT WE CAN’T SELL!” It was the ultimate, “Return To Sender.”
President Obama, in his first 100 days of office has managed to pass his entire domestic agenda under the false guise of a manufactured and overly-amplified “Financial Crisis.”
And the problem is rampant throughout the halls of Congress. It’s not just about Barack Obama! The roots of the problem stretch wildly through the offices of Christopher Dodd, Barney Frank, Charles Schumer, Harry Reid, Arlen Spector and hundreds of others who have sold their souls to the moguls who put them into office in the first place. Washington has been bought-and-paid-for by special interests who demand their way or the highway! Washington has not been listening to the masses for a long time! But the masses have been comfortable, and they have abdicated the business of governing to the elected officials – who have, in turn, thanked the masses for their election, and turned to walk through the doors of D.C., never again to return to the streets from whence they came.
But now that the masses are un-comfortable, they are re-learning their civics. They are becoming more politically aware. They are reading the Constitution of the United States. They are carrying little pocket versions of the founding documents. They are reading biographies purchasing DVDs about the Founding Fathers. They are assembling in home study groups to share their ideas and their new-found interest in the early days of this great republic. In short, they are becoming a bubbling, teeming cauldron of early American patriotism, so much so that other grass-roots groups, the likes of the Rainbow Coalition and ACORN will pale in comparison, size, scope and influence.
It’s the classic scene from Disney’s, “A Bug’s Life,” where the lead grasshopper oversteps his bounds and ridicules the pathetic little ant who tries to stand up against the oppression of his “protector.” The ant, in his last, fainting breath, however, manages to rally the ant colony into the realization that their hardy strength and enormous number far outweighs and outmatches the few grasshoppers who have constrained them for generations. When the grasshoppers realize that the ants are wise to their own abilities and powers, they flee faster than the wind, never to be heard from again! Their reign of terror – ended.
Look out, Washington! The ants are getting wise!
radiators, but balancing the house has taken some getting-used-to. But now the sun is warming, the birds are chirping, the grass is greening and we have already been out in the yard pulling up shrubs, trucking in dirt,
Colin and I have had some wonderful days together! Jennifer and the other 3 children have been practicing feverishly for a local production of Peter Pan. Their practice schedules have demanded every evening for the past 2 weeks, and most of this entire past weekend. During this time, Colin and I have had lots of opportunities to “hang-out.” We’ve been to the park, been bike riding, walked the puppy a lot, drive past the airport to watch the planes land, eaten at all the fun joints like Tully’s, Applebees, Dunkin Donuts, etc. But this afternoon, after we dropped the family off for practice, we just drove around, and we talked about what to go see. After we swang by the airport to view a touch-and-go, the thought occurred to me that we haven’t seen “Trishie” in a while. Great Aunt Trish is in the nursing home and is doing her best attempt at rehab. I realized that Colin hadn’t seen her since Christmas and that he has never been in a nursing home. I nearly drove home, knowing that nursing homes can be scary places for young people. But I decided that maybe HE should make that decision instead of me. So we drove to the Village Green where Trishie is staying. When we first walked in, Colin was startled by the gaggle of elderly ladies in wheelchairs, squealing at the sight of a new youngling on their premises. But we just waved, said “hello” and walked toward Trishie’s room. Trish was so delighted to see us that she, too, squealed. Colin ran up and gave her a hug and immediately started sharing his Burger King french fries. (he must REALLY love her!) Colin explored all of the drawers and closets while Trishie and I talked. We had a fine visit, and Colin remarked on the way out, “can we come back again sometime, dad?”
