How arrogant of the Obama Administration to think that what America was thinking and what Obama was selling with his "Change" rhetoric was the same thing. We can't have that level of miscommunication between Washington and the American People. And to think that his arrogance continues just proves that miscommunication between his administration and the American People is alive and well. So here's what we REALLY want Obama.
We want change - yes! But the change we want has nothing to do with dragging us towards a socialistic oligarchy. We want a change in Washington! We want our elected officials to govern with honor and integrity in a way that clearly demonstrates that the interest of the country is the first priority - not their own, nor that of any lobby group with deep pockets! We want to see our elected officials eliminate the corruption and congressional perks that have become standard fare in Washington. We want to see 2000 page, lawyer-speak bills that can't be understood by anyone (including the politicians in Washington) eliminated from congressional business! We want to hear our politicians take a sincere stand on an issue so we know exactly where they stand and why. We want our politicians to speak loudly of why we are the greatest nation on earth, and to inspire us to be even better - all the while increasing our feelings of patriotism. We want the change that will allow us to remember where we came from, why we fought and died for two centuries, and how we will continue to successfully be the beacon of liberty that all peoples around the world need and want.
So yes, Obama, many Americans voted for change. But the change you've provided (and continue to want to provide) is NOT what they voted for. Your rhetoric is stale, your agenda and policies are stolen from past administrations, and your presidency is a wisp of what it should be.
Wake Up Mr. President; You Have A Lot Of Work To Do To Set Things Right!
Friday, January 29, 2010
Thursday, January 28, 2010
What's The National Debt?
Even our politicians don't know. This morning John McCain claimed it was $40,000 per citizen. Last night in his Response to the State of the Union speech Gov. Robert McDonnell said it was $100,000 per person, and the debt clock has it at $347,000 per person. So do our politicians even know? Are they all using different parameters to make their determinations? And if so, what are we to believe? What is the real truth? I for one am using the debt clock - it's been around a long while! Given that, the outlook for Americans is not good in terms of how much debt is attributed to each of us. It's time not for a "spending freeze" - it's time to cut programs and let Americans get back on their feet on their own! It's time to reduce the government and get them completely out of our lives! Free small businesses to build a job base, take people off dependent government programs, and let the country soar once again! The politics and programs of the past 50 years are not working! How long are we going to use them before we ALL realize that?
Get Up America! There's A Lot Of Work Ahead!!
Get Up America! There's A Lot Of Work Ahead!!
Chicago Political Thuggery Still Quite Evident
In Obama's State of the Union Address last night, he once again resorted to the strong-arm and blame-game tones that he has used repeatedly during his first year in office. He scolded the Democrats for "running for the hills", blamed the past Administrations for "the hole he found himself in", and in an unprecedented abuse of his position as President he inappropriately scolded the Supreme Court for a ruling they made last week that didn't go his way. He threatened that Congress would "fix" that decision with some form of legislation. His attempt to intimidate the Supreme Court, undermine their decision, and influence future rulings is a direct attack on the Constitution of the United States as our Founding Fathers wrote it, and intended it to be.
So, the leopard couldn't hide his spots after all. His agenda remains the same - healthcare reform, Cap & Trade legislation, green jobs, bigger government, and more government spending. I'm relieved that he was unable to present a "different" Barack Obama. I think most people remain with the same opinion of him that they had prior to the speech.
Let's Go America; We Have More Work To Do!
So, the leopard couldn't hide his spots after all. His agenda remains the same - healthcare reform, Cap & Trade legislation, green jobs, bigger government, and more government spending. I'm relieved that he was unable to present a "different" Barack Obama. I think most people remain with the same opinion of him that they had prior to the speech.
Let's Go America; We Have More Work To Do!
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Here's Our Future; Believe It, Or Don't
Please take the time to read these two related stories. The first link is to a speech given in New York on September 11th 2008, by a democratically elected Dutch parliamentarian and chairman of Holland’s Freedom Party, Geert Wilders.
The second link is from February 28, 2009, barely 5 months after he presented his speech.
We sit in our insulated little worlds, many of us hardly able to get up enough energy to get out and vote in our own country. We don't look further than the boundaries of our own yard, or at best our own neighborhood. So what will you do 25-30 years from now when you (or your children or grandchildren) are fighting for pure survival? What will your world look like then? What will it look like if you choose not to fight? You need to start thinking about this stuff now. The term "Islamic Extremist" is misleading. ALL of Islam is extreme. The Muslims themselves may hold degrees of moderation, but Islam is an EXTREME ideology. And anyone who believes in Islam is, and will continue to be, a huge problem for America. And that problem will get bigger and more unmanageable over time.
Ten days or so ago I posted videos of what is occurring with Islamic children - how they are being brought up to be little fighting Jihadist machines. The first video is no longer working; must have been pulled from the source I got it. But it is a documented fact none-the-less. So keep hiding your heads in the sand, and we'll find ourselves like Europe - fighting for our heritage against an enemy who migrates, not to assimilate, but to settle and take over.
Read on...
http://www.netanyahu.org/spofgewichpa.html
http://article.nationalreview.com/386976/the-continuing-saga-of-geert-wilders/deroy-murdock
Wake Up America! There's Work To Do!!!!
The second link is from February 28, 2009, barely 5 months after he presented his speech.
We sit in our insulated little worlds, many of us hardly able to get up enough energy to get out and vote in our own country. We don't look further than the boundaries of our own yard, or at best our own neighborhood. So what will you do 25-30 years from now when you (or your children or grandchildren) are fighting for pure survival? What will your world look like then? What will it look like if you choose not to fight? You need to start thinking about this stuff now. The term "Islamic Extremist" is misleading. ALL of Islam is extreme. The Muslims themselves may hold degrees of moderation, but Islam is an EXTREME ideology. And anyone who believes in Islam is, and will continue to be, a huge problem for America. And that problem will get bigger and more unmanageable over time.
Ten days or so ago I posted videos of what is occurring with Islamic children - how they are being brought up to be little fighting Jihadist machines. The first video is no longer working; must have been pulled from the source I got it. But it is a documented fact none-the-less. So keep hiding your heads in the sand, and we'll find ourselves like Europe - fighting for our heritage against an enemy who migrates, not to assimilate, but to settle and take over.
Read on...
http://www.netanyahu.org/spofgewichpa.html
http://article.nationalreview.com/386976/the-continuing-saga-of-geert-wilders/deroy-murdock
Wake Up America! There's Work To Do!!!!
How Many Actually Die When A Single American Soldier Is Slain?
My Hero. My Love. Lance Corporal Eric A. Palmisano
I Lost My Life on April 2, 2006
On that day the man I loved, the man I planned to marry and grow old with, died in Iraq. Seven marines and one sailor died in the same accident. Who knows how many of us back home lost our lives that day? Most of us are still here, breathing and going through the motions of living. But we’ll never be the same.
Every morning I wake up to the hope that it’s all a bad dream, that somehow, somehow… I’ve conjured up a thousand different scenarios with ultimately happy endings. But I cling to hope less and less as time passes, as the terrible reality of “never again” cuts deeper into what’s left of me.
Lance Corporal Eric A. Palmisano was a marine for less than a year. He enlisted in the corps because it was the toughest and he wanted to be the best. He was. In boot camp he was Scribe and Squad Leader, and within a few weeks of deployment to Iraq he was up for a meritorious commendation. He wore the uniform with pride and determination and the same courageous spirit I’d fallen in love with 8 years before. Unlike me, Eric never thought about avoiding confrontation. He was outspoken, outrageously funny and childishly optimistic, even when everything seemed to be working against him.
Eric read voraciously, and he had a mind that retained all the details for later reference. He was a man who loved words, and used them cleverly, like an artist painting his quirky view of the world in ways that filled me with laughter. No one saw things the way Eric did. His head was perpetually filled with humor and irony. On the rare occasions when I said something funny, he would put on a stern face and remind me, “I’m in charge of jokes in this relationship.”
There was never a boring moment when Eric was around. He would start games on a moment’s notice, making up the rules as he went along, “Okay, you have to bounce the ball, jump over the couch, and make the basket standing on the coffee table….” Since we were both fierce competitors, I would actually score at times. Then he’d change the rules. Every time we played Scrabble, he’d go to great lengths defending a word that wasn’t a word.
Eric was the only person I’ve ever known who looked forward to growing old. “We’ll sit on the front porch, side by side in our rocking chairs,” he’d say, “watching the grandchildren…” Over and over he wrote to me about the wonderful life God was planning for us… someday.
The last time I saw him, over Christmas, 2005, we talked about the house we were going to buy – not a mansion, just a cute little house with a basement and a yard for the kids. “We don’t need to worry about furniture,” he told me. “All we need is a bed where we can sleep, eat, play Scrabble, and watch movies. Just a big, comfortable bed. …And a grill.” That was our American dream.
Eric’s love spilled over me with the flowers he always gave me – many of them plucked from a neighbor’s yard – with notes that made me laugh and cards that made me cry, with a diamond necklace and an air hockey table, both of which were far beyond his means.
I loved him back with high tech gadgets he delighted in, but could rarely afford for himself, admonitions on eating right and not smoking, and a fiscally responsible plan for our future. Eric was the impulsive romantic, I was the planner. We were a perfect match. As ridiculous as it sounds now, I took for granted that we had all the time in the world to plan our future, and do it right.
I’ve heard that people die of broken hearts. They’re the lucky ones. I’ve gone on living but I’ve lost the life I was supposed to have, a life filled with dreams, and love, and laughter.
It’s been two years and four months. I made it through my birthday, his birthday, Christmas, and Valentine’s Day, trying to pretend they were just ordinary days, all the while feeling a vital part of myself slipping away. Joy was real when Eric was my future.
People assure me that I’ll “move on,” that I’m young, and I’ll “find someone else.” They don’t understand that Eric and I were pieces of the same puzzle, locking together to complete the panorama of life as it was meant to be, body and soul, heart and mind.
I’m not afraid of never finding a replacement. I’m afraid of forgetting the sound of his voice, and the feelings I had when he held me in his arms, or simply looked at me, and I knew the miracle of his love, sweet, boundless, and tender. I’m afraid of growing old without joy, pretending that I’m looking forward to tomorrow.
I lost my life on April 2, 2006. I’m not alone. I’m just one of countless casualties of war.
By Eric’s fiancé Claire Kohake
Posted using ShareThis
I Lost My Life on April 2, 2006
On that day the man I loved, the man I planned to marry and grow old with, died in Iraq. Seven marines and one sailor died in the same accident. Who knows how many of us back home lost our lives that day? Most of us are still here, breathing and going through the motions of living. But we’ll never be the same.
Every morning I wake up to the hope that it’s all a bad dream, that somehow, somehow… I’ve conjured up a thousand different scenarios with ultimately happy endings. But I cling to hope less and less as time passes, as the terrible reality of “never again” cuts deeper into what’s left of me.
Lance Corporal Eric A. Palmisano was a marine for less than a year. He enlisted in the corps because it was the toughest and he wanted to be the best. He was. In boot camp he was Scribe and Squad Leader, and within a few weeks of deployment to Iraq he was up for a meritorious commendation. He wore the uniform with pride and determination and the same courageous spirit I’d fallen in love with 8 years before. Unlike me, Eric never thought about avoiding confrontation. He was outspoken, outrageously funny and childishly optimistic, even when everything seemed to be working against him.
Eric read voraciously, and he had a mind that retained all the details for later reference. He was a man who loved words, and used them cleverly, like an artist painting his quirky view of the world in ways that filled me with laughter. No one saw things the way Eric did. His head was perpetually filled with humor and irony. On the rare occasions when I said something funny, he would put on a stern face and remind me, “I’m in charge of jokes in this relationship.”
There was never a boring moment when Eric was around. He would start games on a moment’s notice, making up the rules as he went along, “Okay, you have to bounce the ball, jump over the couch, and make the basket standing on the coffee table….” Since we were both fierce competitors, I would actually score at times. Then he’d change the rules. Every time we played Scrabble, he’d go to great lengths defending a word that wasn’t a word.
Eric was the only person I’ve ever known who looked forward to growing old. “We’ll sit on the front porch, side by side in our rocking chairs,” he’d say, “watching the grandchildren…” Over and over he wrote to me about the wonderful life God was planning for us… someday.
The last time I saw him, over Christmas, 2005, we talked about the house we were going to buy – not a mansion, just a cute little house with a basement and a yard for the kids. “We don’t need to worry about furniture,” he told me. “All we need is a bed where we can sleep, eat, play Scrabble, and watch movies. Just a big, comfortable bed. …And a grill.” That was our American dream.
Eric’s love spilled over me with the flowers he always gave me – many of them plucked from a neighbor’s yard – with notes that made me laugh and cards that made me cry, with a diamond necklace and an air hockey table, both of which were far beyond his means.
I loved him back with high tech gadgets he delighted in, but could rarely afford for himself, admonitions on eating right and not smoking, and a fiscally responsible plan for our future. Eric was the impulsive romantic, I was the planner. We were a perfect match. As ridiculous as it sounds now, I took for granted that we had all the time in the world to plan our future, and do it right.
I’ve heard that people die of broken hearts. They’re the lucky ones. I’ve gone on living but I’ve lost the life I was supposed to have, a life filled with dreams, and love, and laughter.
It’s been two years and four months. I made it through my birthday, his birthday, Christmas, and Valentine’s Day, trying to pretend they were just ordinary days, all the while feeling a vital part of myself slipping away. Joy was real when Eric was my future.
People assure me that I’ll “move on,” that I’m young, and I’ll “find someone else.” They don’t understand that Eric and I were pieces of the same puzzle, locking together to complete the panorama of life as it was meant to be, body and soul, heart and mind.
I’m not afraid of never finding a replacement. I’m afraid of forgetting the sound of his voice, and the feelings I had when he held me in his arms, or simply looked at me, and I knew the miracle of his love, sweet, boundless, and tender. I’m afraid of growing old without joy, pretending that I’m looking forward to tomorrow.
I lost my life on April 2, 2006. I’m not alone. I’m just one of countless casualties of war.
By Eric’s fiancé Claire Kohake
Posted using ShareThis
The Obama Tenet
We saw it all during the campaign, and we've seen it constantly during his first year in office. And here it is:
He believes that "If He Says It, We Will Believe".
And so he tells us the same thing over, and over and over again. It's been a clear marketing tool for years, and is a successful strategy practiced by management personnel in small to mid-sized businesses everywhere. Say it, say it, say it...
The difference is that when marketers and businesses employ this tactic they are doing so sincerely and in most cases truthfully. That is not the case with Obama. In his case, it's all about passing a progressive agenda through the use of vocal smoke and mirrors.
He may be a smart individual, but his narcissism, and defiance and arrogance expose him as shallow, manipulative and just plain wrong for America. Don't fall for the acting that he, Pelosi and Reid are engaged in this week (and the weeks ahead). Their agenda is still their agenda regardless of what they say. The chameleons can change their color, but they can't change their nature.
Stay Focused America! We Still Have Work To Do!
He believes that "If He Says It, We Will Believe".
And so he tells us the same thing over, and over and over again. It's been a clear marketing tool for years, and is a successful strategy practiced by management personnel in small to mid-sized businesses everywhere. Say it, say it, say it...
The difference is that when marketers and businesses employ this tactic they are doing so sincerely and in most cases truthfully. That is not the case with Obama. In his case, it's all about passing a progressive agenda through the use of vocal smoke and mirrors.
He may be a smart individual, but his narcissism, and defiance and arrogance expose him as shallow, manipulative and just plain wrong for America. Don't fall for the acting that he, Pelosi and Reid are engaged in this week (and the weeks ahead). Their agenda is still their agenda regardless of what they say. The chameleons can change their color, but they can't change their nature.
Stay Focused America! We Still Have Work To Do!
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
Where Is This Wisdom Today?
You'll find some siliarities to national and world events of today, as well as wisdom seldom seen these days in the words of Chief Joseph below. Any doubt as to why he was Chief?
Chief Joseph Speaks
Selected Statements and Speeches
by the Nez Percé Chief
I.
The first white men of your people who came to our country were named Lewis and Clark. They brought many things which our people had never seen. They talked straight and our people gave them a great feast as proof that their hearts were friendly. They made presents to our chiefs and our people made presents to them. We had a great many horses of which we gave them what they needed, and they gave us guns and tobacco in return. All the Nez Perce made friends with Lewis and Clark and agreed to let them pass through their country and never to make war on white men. This promise the Nez Perce have never broken.
II.
For a short time we lived quietly. But this could not last. White men had found gold in the mountains around the land of the Winding Water. They stole a great many horses from us and we could not get them back because we were Indians. The white men told lies for each other. They drove off a great many of our cattle. Some white men branded our young cattle so they could claim them. We had no friends who would plead our cause before the law councils. It seemed to me that some of the white men in Wallowa were doing these things on purpose to get up a war. They knew we were not stong enough to fight them. I labored hard to avoid trouble and bloodshed. We gave up some of our country to the white men, thinking that then we could have peace. We were mistaken. The white men would not let us alone. We could have avenged our wrongs many times, but we did not. Whenever the Government has asked for help against other Indians we have never refused. When the white men were few and we were strong we could have killed them off, but the Nez Perce wishes to live at peace.
On account of the treaty made by the other bands of the Nez Perce the white man claimed my lands. We were troubled with white men crowding over the line. Some of them were good men, and we lived on peaceful terms with them, but they were not all good. Nearly every year the agent came over from Lapwai and ordered us to the reservation. We always replied that we were satisfied to live in Wallowa. We were careful to refuse the presents or annuities which he offered.
Through all the years since the white man came to Wallowa we have been threatened and taunted by them and the treaty Nez Perce. They have given us no rest. We have had a few good friends among the white men, and they have always advised my people to bear these taunts without fighting. Our young men are quick tempered and I have had great trouble in keeping them from doing rash things. I have carried a heavy load on my back ever since I was a boy. I learned then that we were but few while the white men were many, and that we could not hold our own with them. We were like deer. They were like grizzly bears. We had a small country. Their country was large. We were contented to let things remain as the Great Spirit Chief made them. They were not; and would change the mountains and rivers if they did not suit them.
III.
[At his surrender in the Bear Paw Mountains, 1877]
Tell General Howard that I know his heart. What he told me before I have in my heart. I am tired of fighting. Our chiefs are killed. Looking Glass is dead, Tu-hul-hil-sote is dead. the old men are all dead. It is the young men who now say yes or no. He who led the young men [Joseph's brother Alikut] is dead. It is cold and we have no blankets. The little children are freezing to death. My people -- some of them have run away to the hills and have no blankets and no food. No one knows where they are -- perhaps freezing to death. I want to have time to look for my children and see how many of them I can find. Maybe I shall find them among the dead. Hear me, my chiefs, my heart is sick and sad. From where the sun now stands I will fight no more against the white man.
IV.
[On a visit to Washington, D.C., 1879]
At last I was granted permission to come to Washington and bring my friend Yellow Bull and our interpreter with me. I am glad I came. I have shaken hands with a good many friends, but there are some things I want to know which no one seems able to explain. I cannot understand how the Government sends a man out to fight us, as it did General Miles, and then breaks his word. Such a government has something wrong about it. I cannot understand why so many chiefs are allowed to talk so many different ways, and promise so many different things. I have seen the Great Father Chief [President Hayes]; the Next Great Chief [Secretary of the Interior]; the Commissioner Chief; the Law Chief; and many other law chiefs [Congressmen] and they all say they are my friends, and that I shall have justice, but while all their mouths talk right I do not understand why nothing is done for my people. I have heard talk and talk but nothing is done. Good words do not last long unless they amount to something. Words do not pay for my dead people. They do not pay for my country now overrun by white men. They do not protect my father's grave. They do not pay for my horses and cattle. Good words do not give me back my children. Good words will not make good the promise of your war chief, General Miles. Good words will not give my people a home where they can live in peace and take care of themselves. I am tired of talk that comes to nothing. It makes my heart sick when I remember all the good words and all the broken promises. There has been too much talking by men who had no right to talk. Too many misinterpretations have been made; too many misunderstandings have come up between the white men and the Indians. If the white man wants to live in peace with the Indian he can live in peace. There need be no trouble. Treat all men alike. Give them the same laws. Give them all an even chance to live and grow. All men were made by the same Great Spirit Chief. They are all brothers. The earth is the mother of all people, and all people should have equal rights upon it. You might as well expect all rivers to run backward as that any man who was born a free man should be contented penned up and denied liberty to go where he pleases. If you tie a horse to a stake, do you expect he will grow fat? If you pen an Indian up on a small spot of earth and compel him to stay there, he will not be contented nor will he grow and prosper. I have asked some of the Great White Chiefs where they get their authority to say to the Indian that he shall stay in one place, while he sees white men going where they please. They cannot tell me.
I only ask of the Government to be treated as all other men are treated. If I cannot go to my own home, let me have a home in a country where my people will not die so fast. I would like to go to Bitter Root Valley. There my people would be happy; where they are now they are dying. Three have died since I left my camp to come to Washington.
When I think of our condition, my heart is heavy. I see men of my own race treated as outlaws and driven from country to country, or shot down like animals.
I know that my race must change. We cannot hold our own with the white men as we are. We only ask an even chance to live as other men live. We ask to be recognized as men. We ask that the same law shall work alike on all men. If an Indian breaks the law, punish him by the law. If a white man breaks the law, punish him also.
Let me be a free man, free to travel, free to stop, free to work, free to trade where I choose, free to choose my own teachers, free to follow the religion of my fathers, free to talk, think and act for myself -- and I will obey every law or submit to the penalty.
Whenever the white man treats the Indian as they treat each other then we shall have no more wars. We shall be all alike -- brothers of one father and mother, with one sky above us and one country around us and one government for all. Then the Great Spirit Chief who rules above will smile upon this land and send rain to wash out the bloody spots made by brothers' hands upon the face of the earth. For this time the Indian race is waiting and praying. I hope no more groans of wounded men and women will ever go to the ear of the Great Spirit Chief above, and that all people may be one people.
Hin-mah-too-yah-lat-kekht has spoken for his people.
[TEXT: Chester Anders Fee, Chief Joseph: The Biography of a Great Indian, Wilson-Erickson, 1936.]
Chief Joseph Speaks
Selected Statements and Speeches
by the Nez Percé Chief
I.
The first white men of your people who came to our country were named Lewis and Clark. They brought many things which our people had never seen. They talked straight and our people gave them a great feast as proof that their hearts were friendly. They made presents to our chiefs and our people made presents to them. We had a great many horses of which we gave them what they needed, and they gave us guns and tobacco in return. All the Nez Perce made friends with Lewis and Clark and agreed to let them pass through their country and never to make war on white men. This promise the Nez Perce have never broken.
II.
For a short time we lived quietly. But this could not last. White men had found gold in the mountains around the land of the Winding Water. They stole a great many horses from us and we could not get them back because we were Indians. The white men told lies for each other. They drove off a great many of our cattle. Some white men branded our young cattle so they could claim them. We had no friends who would plead our cause before the law councils. It seemed to me that some of the white men in Wallowa were doing these things on purpose to get up a war. They knew we were not stong enough to fight them. I labored hard to avoid trouble and bloodshed. We gave up some of our country to the white men, thinking that then we could have peace. We were mistaken. The white men would not let us alone. We could have avenged our wrongs many times, but we did not. Whenever the Government has asked for help against other Indians we have never refused. When the white men were few and we were strong we could have killed them off, but the Nez Perce wishes to live at peace.
On account of the treaty made by the other bands of the Nez Perce the white man claimed my lands. We were troubled with white men crowding over the line. Some of them were good men, and we lived on peaceful terms with them, but they were not all good. Nearly every year the agent came over from Lapwai and ordered us to the reservation. We always replied that we were satisfied to live in Wallowa. We were careful to refuse the presents or annuities which he offered.
Through all the years since the white man came to Wallowa we have been threatened and taunted by them and the treaty Nez Perce. They have given us no rest. We have had a few good friends among the white men, and they have always advised my people to bear these taunts without fighting. Our young men are quick tempered and I have had great trouble in keeping them from doing rash things. I have carried a heavy load on my back ever since I was a boy. I learned then that we were but few while the white men were many, and that we could not hold our own with them. We were like deer. They were like grizzly bears. We had a small country. Their country was large. We were contented to let things remain as the Great Spirit Chief made them. They were not; and would change the mountains and rivers if they did not suit them.
III.
[At his surrender in the Bear Paw Mountains, 1877]
Tell General Howard that I know his heart. What he told me before I have in my heart. I am tired of fighting. Our chiefs are killed. Looking Glass is dead, Tu-hul-hil-sote is dead. the old men are all dead. It is the young men who now say yes or no. He who led the young men [Joseph's brother Alikut] is dead. It is cold and we have no blankets. The little children are freezing to death. My people -- some of them have run away to the hills and have no blankets and no food. No one knows where they are -- perhaps freezing to death. I want to have time to look for my children and see how many of them I can find. Maybe I shall find them among the dead. Hear me, my chiefs, my heart is sick and sad. From where the sun now stands I will fight no more against the white man.
IV.
[On a visit to Washington, D.C., 1879]
At last I was granted permission to come to Washington and bring my friend Yellow Bull and our interpreter with me. I am glad I came. I have shaken hands with a good many friends, but there are some things I want to know which no one seems able to explain. I cannot understand how the Government sends a man out to fight us, as it did General Miles, and then breaks his word. Such a government has something wrong about it. I cannot understand why so many chiefs are allowed to talk so many different ways, and promise so many different things. I have seen the Great Father Chief [President Hayes]; the Next Great Chief [Secretary of the Interior]; the Commissioner Chief; the Law Chief; and many other law chiefs [Congressmen] and they all say they are my friends, and that I shall have justice, but while all their mouths talk right I do not understand why nothing is done for my people. I have heard talk and talk but nothing is done. Good words do not last long unless they amount to something. Words do not pay for my dead people. They do not pay for my country now overrun by white men. They do not protect my father's grave. They do not pay for my horses and cattle. Good words do not give me back my children. Good words will not make good the promise of your war chief, General Miles. Good words will not give my people a home where they can live in peace and take care of themselves. I am tired of talk that comes to nothing. It makes my heart sick when I remember all the good words and all the broken promises. There has been too much talking by men who had no right to talk. Too many misinterpretations have been made; too many misunderstandings have come up between the white men and the Indians. If the white man wants to live in peace with the Indian he can live in peace. There need be no trouble. Treat all men alike. Give them the same laws. Give them all an even chance to live and grow. All men were made by the same Great Spirit Chief. They are all brothers. The earth is the mother of all people, and all people should have equal rights upon it. You might as well expect all rivers to run backward as that any man who was born a free man should be contented penned up and denied liberty to go where he pleases. If you tie a horse to a stake, do you expect he will grow fat? If you pen an Indian up on a small spot of earth and compel him to stay there, he will not be contented nor will he grow and prosper. I have asked some of the Great White Chiefs where they get their authority to say to the Indian that he shall stay in one place, while he sees white men going where they please. They cannot tell me.
I only ask of the Government to be treated as all other men are treated. If I cannot go to my own home, let me have a home in a country where my people will not die so fast. I would like to go to Bitter Root Valley. There my people would be happy; where they are now they are dying. Three have died since I left my camp to come to Washington.
When I think of our condition, my heart is heavy. I see men of my own race treated as outlaws and driven from country to country, or shot down like animals.
I know that my race must change. We cannot hold our own with the white men as we are. We only ask an even chance to live as other men live. We ask to be recognized as men. We ask that the same law shall work alike on all men. If an Indian breaks the law, punish him by the law. If a white man breaks the law, punish him also.
Let me be a free man, free to travel, free to stop, free to work, free to trade where I choose, free to choose my own teachers, free to follow the religion of my fathers, free to talk, think and act for myself -- and I will obey every law or submit to the penalty.
Whenever the white man treats the Indian as they treat each other then we shall have no more wars. We shall be all alike -- brothers of one father and mother, with one sky above us and one country around us and one government for all. Then the Great Spirit Chief who rules above will smile upon this land and send rain to wash out the bloody spots made by brothers' hands upon the face of the earth. For this time the Indian race is waiting and praying. I hope no more groans of wounded men and women will ever go to the ear of the Great Spirit Chief above, and that all people may be one people.
Hin-mah-too-yah-lat-kekht has spoken for his people.
[TEXT: Chester Anders Fee, Chief Joseph: The Biography of a Great Indian, Wilson-Erickson, 1936.]
The Dysfunctional State Of Our Union
Tomorrow night President Obama will stand before the American people, something he is constitutionally required to do, and make a speech that will do one of two things. If he chooses to give serious thought to his actions over the past 12 months, and the division they have caused in our country, and then chooses to consciously change direction and make a conscientious and sincere effort to meld the country into one nation, instead of a conglomerate of factions and interests, he will win the hearts, souls and minds of many Americans still sitting on the fence. On the other hand, if he continues his America bashing apology tour, and he continues to present a facade of arrogance to the American people, and if he continues to direct Pelosi and Reid to do the same, then there will be continued, and I dare say increased, division in the country that will initially manifest itself during the 2010 elections as Americans "clean house" in Congress, but may ultimately lead to a second civil war or a revolution of some sort.
President Obama must take responsibility for the direction the country heads. He can not keep presenting himself as the steward overseeing the rebuilding of a nation that he had no control over destroying. He was, after all, a Senator. And as such had ample opportunity, and I might add - responsibility, to speak out in that capacity if the country was deteriorating to the degree he claims was happening. Yet, he remained quiet during his tenure in the Senate. Where were the press conferences back then? He is obviously not camera shy. So where was his integrity if what he claims to be true actually is true?
Personally? I hope he chooses not to make a sincere attempt to unite this dysfunctional nation. That will only sway some of the more ignorant lemmings into believing that he is "ok" as a President. When in fact, he is anything but ok. In any event, don't be fooled if the leopard changes his spots - he's still a leopard, and he still has the same agenda. He may be more sly about promoting it, but although he can change what he says and the tone in which it is said, he can not change what's in his heart.
Stay focused America! We still have work to do!
President Obama must take responsibility for the direction the country heads. He can not keep presenting himself as the steward overseeing the rebuilding of a nation that he had no control over destroying. He was, after all, a Senator. And as such had ample opportunity, and I might add - responsibility, to speak out in that capacity if the country was deteriorating to the degree he claims was happening. Yet, he remained quiet during his tenure in the Senate. Where were the press conferences back then? He is obviously not camera shy. So where was his integrity if what he claims to be true actually is true?
Personally? I hope he chooses not to make a sincere attempt to unite this dysfunctional nation. That will only sway some of the more ignorant lemmings into believing that he is "ok" as a President. When in fact, he is anything but ok. In any event, don't be fooled if the leopard changes his spots - he's still a leopard, and he still has the same agenda. He may be more sly about promoting it, but although he can change what he says and the tone in which it is said, he can not change what's in his heart.
Stay focused America! We still have work to do!
Monday, January 25, 2010
Sunday, January 24, 2010
Weapons Of Mass Corruption
We've been looking in the wrong place all along. And to think they were right under our noses the whole time. Over five-hundred Weapons of Mass Corruption have been discover inside the capitol building. Let's hope Scott Brown doesn't get infected!
And by the way, let's get some of our IED identifier/demolishionist soldiers back from Afghanistan and Iraq to identify the WMC's in Washington! Semper Fi!
Vote 'em out America!
And by the way, let's get some of our IED identifier/demolishionist soldiers back from Afghanistan and Iraq to identify the WMC's in Washington! Semper Fi!
Vote 'em out America!
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