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All Souls, Created Equal

I submit to you today a certain premise:


All souls created equal are equally endowed by our Creator with certain unalienable rights, among these are Life, Liberty and the Pursuit of Happiness.


On Earth, as it is in Heaven.


The unalienable rights advanced by our Creator, as so forthrightly defined by our Forefathers in the Declaration of Independence, are the very same rights offered all Souls, both here and Hereafter.


What you make of your God-given rights to Life, Liberty, the pursuit of Happiness, even of your soul, is still your responsibility to assume.


On Earth, as we must in Heaven.


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When Just Enough is Too Much

Why are there always just enough Republicans in Congress willing to advance Progressive agenda?

Obamacare, so-called financial reform, and that totally inexperienced Kagan confirmed to the Supreme Court. Just enough Republican votes to advance the Progressive agenda.

Why do you think that is?

Perhaps this is because both parties are in the European One World Communists pocket. All this fighting we're doing amongst ourselves--Left versus Right, liberal versus conservative, gay versus heterosexual, Muslim versus Christians--is orchestrated by our Common enemy. And, the evidence is clear, with just enough Republicans voting, that our Common enemy owns both parties. So what good is November, even if our votes give the Republicans a clear majority?

They aren't going to repeal Obamacare. They'll have a hundred excuses why they can't do anything NOW, because the Muslim Mole in the White House will simply veto anything they send him and poor, pitiful me, these sorrowing Republicans just don't have enough votes to override his veto, so really, repealing Obamacare would simply be a waste of our poor beleaguered Republicans' time.

Mark my words. Waiting until November in hope of saving this country is exactly what these master propagandists who have taken over control of our Government want you to do. They plan to break you, America--to break your spirit, if nothing else. You will just be exchanging one set of puppets for another.

You have to rise above the hate being peddled to all sides. You must see our Common enemy because sure as sh-t, if you don't stand up and fight using every peaceful means at your disposal, you will be forcing your children and your grandchildren to pick up a gun to take what's left of America and its Freedoms back.

Martin Luther King and Mahatma Ghandi showed the world the way to wage and win a peaceful revolution. Your heart is free. Have the courage to follow it, not mindlessly to the ballot box, but to sit-in after sit-in, to peaceful protest in all manner you can think of, even if it means risking your life, your fortune, your sacred honor and not paying your taxes.

Again, I ask: why are there ALWAYS on every major issue JUST ENOUGH Republicans voting to advance the Progressive agenda?
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The International Dollar You've Never Heard Of

From Wikipedia:"The Geary-Khamis dollar, also known as the international dollar, is a hypothetical unit of currency that has the same purchasing power that the U.S. dollar had in the United States at a given point in time. The years 1990 or 2000 are often used as a benchmark year for comparisons that run through time.

It is based on the twin concepts of purchasing power parities (PPP) of currencies and the international average prices of commodities. It shows how much a local currency unit is worth within the country's borders. It is used to make comparisons both between countries and over time. For example, comparing per capita gross domestic product (GDP) of various countries in international dollars, rather than based simply on exchange rates, provides a more valid measure to compare standards of living. It was proposed by Roy C. Geary in 1958 and developed by Salem Hanna Khamis in 1970 to 1972.

The term, while not in widespread use, is sometimes used by international organizations such as the World Bank and the International Monetary Fund in their published statistics.

Figures expressed in international dollars cannot be converted to another country's currency using current market exchange rates; instead they must be converted using the country's PPP exchange rate used in the study."

There's little information on the Web, nothing in the news, about this fabricated dollar. And once we're all using our debit and credit cards, our every purchase tracked, once the need for actual physical currency is gone, what's left of our freedoms?

Here's another link that says virtually the same thing about this hush-hush "international" dollar.

So, if the standard is changed, if the US dollar is no longer the base currency of measurement for the entire world, what then? How much do you think your property, your labor, your goods, the food you eat, will be worth in, say, Chinese yuan?

The "international" dollar. Out of very thin air. Why collapse our currency? Anyone?

How else do you reduce us all and our American standard of living to that of the third-world serfs already conquered in Europe, Australia, Africa and the like?

Collapse the currency, the economy, devalue drastically the human and material resources of an entire nation, and, equally if not more importantly, discount the value of land. When US dollars are worth Geary-Khamis pennies, my house won't be worth diddly-squat, especially to someone loaded with Billions or Trillions of that brand new international currency. Gee, wonder how much Soros has stashed in his mythical bank account.

Tell me this isn't the richest Progressives' game. The annual Bilderberg meeting this year was more to laugh behind all our backs because, like this truth or not, they're winning, against all of us--because we the People won't stand together.

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Independence Day, At Last

Nature teaches that any species who outgrows its resources or controlled environment faces a major correction to its population, up to and including outright extinction. Whether by political design or disease or starvation or privation or pollution, or even a breech of our round blue environ from without, the species Human is no exception.

The masses arguing over non-issues introduced as cover for the would-be Lords fighting each other for control of this round blue Petri dish labeled Earth are just begging for a rather rude and crude global correction, one we will all suffer equally if we collectively allow them to continue their gang warfare unimpeded.

Consider yeast cultured in a plain bowl. Each living molecule of the organism requires food and a hospitable environment to grow. One small misstep, one variation from these optimum conditions--limited fuel, not enough or too much heat in the environment--the yeast collapses and dies. This is a rather simplistic example of a natural correction. Now, whether our impending correction is self-induced or comes from without is anyone's guess, but I'm praying that God, good Father and merciful, is going to let us all--good, bad and indifferent--feel his boot to our assets swiftly, catastrophically, strip the Band-Aid as it were, leaving but a smarting remnant to try this experiment again. That is, if he considers species Human worth saving at all.

I personally welcome an end to the global gamesmanship that would see an entire Gulf polluted with oil while the gang of Soros orgies with minions like Obama at the high altars of GREED and P*NIS, aka EGO. He who dies with the most toys...wins what exactly? What is it that you think you actually take with you when you leave this planet? P*nis stays here. Money stays here. Material possessions of every sort stay here. Self-proclaimed titles like Lord of Earth stay here. If, according to rudimentary physics, energy can never be destroyed, then apparently most of you have yet to consider whether you are an eternal energy housed in a temporary Human shell or just a wasted shell. The lot of you are looking more and more like the latter.

I'm bone-tired of entertaining the limited and misinformed opinions put forth by the rather fluffy young souls in our midst, souls the cosmic age-equivalent of elementary pupils who find the mere idea of a Mind behind this whole process of birth and rebirth too frighteningly large a concept for them to even marginally consider. That simple mathematics exists at all proves a Mind--nothing less could've created the very foundation upon which whole Universes are predicated.

Go ahead, call me, call every older soul certifiable who dares mention the larger scheme in play here beyond a single life on Earth. I'm not required to care about your names, your labels, your epithets or your opinion of me, of anything, anymore.

The concept of Earth as School, of each life spent as a single teaching moment in a growing list of them, might seem extreme on the surface, but so did the idea of a global conspiracy to bring about a One World Socialist Order at one time, until that arrogant moron Soros decided to try it. And if this impending planetary correction is, at least for some of us, graduation day from a course of life study whose syllabus includes the effects of the seven deadly sins on a weak and highly susceptible species Human, then I would have my soul right with God.

This schoolyard we call Earth will be cleared. And since I've now pointed this out to you numerous times in one setting, I have fully satisfied my moral obligation as an older soul to warn you of said correction. Let me say again, mainly for the eternal record: very sorry for your losses, both now and in the future, but I have this moment fulfilled my duty to both God and country. What happens next to billions of living Human souls of all cosmic ages when the correction, the graduation, the moment of truth, finally arrives no longer matters to me individually. You're not listening anyway. You're so sure you know all there is to know. Please continue to do just as your wizening hearts will.

It has become painfully obvious to anyone with more than just skin in this game that Truth no longer matters here on Earth anymore, not even in America.

"Accidents" of a magnitude as the Gulf spill are rarely timed with such efficiency; just as the bungling and outright intentional obstruction of the so-called cleanup effort is rarely accomplished with such overall efficacy. Yet, few Americans want to consider the whole of that and what it truly implies because then they might, just might, feel compelled by the last lingering shred of their morals and ethics to get off their assets and do something more constructive than rant and rail from the privacy of their home computers. Well, woe is me, too. Keep falling prey to the narcotic distractions injected like a junkie's fix on a daily basis by the One World Media Machine; please do, keep fighting amongst yourselves over issues that mean little or nothing to your survival as a nation, as a planet, as a species, as an individual soul in the Universe at large. Pray you don't have to come back and clean up after yourselves--if you happen to leave so much as a planet capable of sustaining life of a higher order than species Roach to come back to.

If you've hung with me thus far, know that I have already entered concepts and ideas into your thick heads, words that stick to the mind like glue, whether you focus on them, ignore them, understand them, pretend to forget them, hate them, or agree with the message, or not. From this moment on, you may no longer claim any valid excuse for doing absolutely nothing about the deplorable state of your nation, your world, your species, even if you act purely and selfishly on your soul's behalf. What goes around, comes around, or doesn't--get a dictionary and look up inertia or even karma. Ask yourself what happens if that God you love to disregard, that Mind you loudly declare impotent or even nonexistent decides you must repeat this course, from primordial soup to a last Decision to Act, all innumerable lives of it.

You can, of course, wait patiently for November and your vaunted ballot box, America, like Soros and the One World Media Machine want you to do. They know, better than most of you, that limiting your choices at said box is a prime way of taking your freedom without being overt. Ah, yes, be a good citizen and remember in November while, in the interim, oil continues to foul the Gulf; your so-called president is woefully, criminally derelict in his duties, yet remains unprosecuted; and the Soros Progressive agenda/coup is still being advanced--one Kagan, one new act of legislation at a time. It's so much easier to wait to vote, to march once or twice in the streets carrying a sign that, in the end, accomplishes nothing of lasting import, so much easier to look the other way on crimes committed and unprosecuted at an alarming rate in your nation's capital, isn't it? Much easier than pledging your lives, your souls, your sacred honor, to gather in private homes and out of the way taverns, to arm yourselves with more than pithy slogans to defend all that's left of Good. As a wiser man than me once said, you must give your life to save it. I would give my life, if only to save you and this nation and this species from yourselves. But you will have none of it.

At the very least, we the People should be squatting in this nation's capital right now, camping on the lawns, in the forests, in the streets by the millions and refusing to leave until the direction of this country is bent to our will and the criminals purged from the White House and Capitol Hill. God forbid any of you so blessed with even a single life here in this most trying time of this American nation should actually decide to emulate the stellar example of your Forefathers in a timely-enough manner to save the last bastion of freedom on this Earth. Have you not seen the signs? Read the little articles here and there about the "need" for a "new" international currency? Soros will soon collapse the current international currency known as the US dollar to institute a currency of his own making. Where will that leave us all? Hungry, afraid, and still denying an international coup is presently underway? Brushing off the "extreme" notion that the Mind behind the scheme of all things might just be using this time to take full measure of each of our souls? What, pray tell, do you truly have to lose?

I completely understand now why Pontius Pilate washed his hands. There's only so much any one person of conscience can say to a ravening mob of idiot children who've been led to believe there are no limits on their behavior, and no consequences to their actions, or lack thereof.

Perhaps this is my test, the most important lesson of my current life here on Earth--to realize finally and fully the utter futility of devoting a portion of the breath and time and energy of a life to the survival of a nation and a species fated to collapse, even to extinction. But I would be right with God, no matter how many ignorant, self-important schoolchildren wander by my tiny corner of this global playground to stick out their tongues and call me names. As a greater man than me once said, they know not what they do.

No, they truly don't have even the most marginal clue.

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The Biggest Scam of Two Centuries (and counting)

This country was founded on a document seventeen pages long.

Did the Founders of the Constitution spend all their time making laws? No. These men had other jobs, other interests that paid their way, or not.

So, where did the current members of Congress and even the president get the idea that lawmaking is a fulltime job worthy of an excess of pay and nearly unlimited perks at the expense of the electorate they purportedly represent? More importantly, when did the members of Congress and the president sell the People on the idea that lawmaking is a fulltime job worthy of excessive pay and nearly unlimited perks?

How many laws can be passed before America, its People and their freedoms, choke and die under the weight of all this legislation?

When did lawmaking transmogrify from temporary public service to fulltime career employment?

Law after legislation after law cannot go on indefinitely for that defeats the purpose of our Constitution, a founding document seventeen pages long.

The biggest scam of the twentieth century bleeding over into the twenty-first is the idea that we the People need fulltime lawmakers. I submit here and now that we don't need, and can no longer afford, fulltime lawmakers any more than the Founding Fathers felt they needed to be in Washington twenty-four hours a day.

Less would definitely give us all more.
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The World is a Ghetto

 

Ok, someone tell me who to sue.

I had this American Dream gig going for, like, forty years, give or take a few. I go through all this hassle of a life to figure out who I am, what I'm really good at, what I truly want to be doing, then along come these greedy bastards from (insert your favorite corporate, political, national, media, religious, financial bad guy here) and deny what should be a happy ending, my happy ending. And I'm not happy about that at all. Our politicians of assorted flavors, these progressives in sheep's clothing, they've made life really, really bad for not just me, but everybody in the country currently suffering from that sickening sense of going down. To further complicate the issue, to put it plain and simple, folks, I don't have a lot of time for Congress to figure out that this socialism the progressives are selling through threats or bribes or some combination thereof ain't gonna fly. I mean, I'd like to realize my dream, if only to enjoy the fruits for a short time before I pass. I just want them all to go away and take their crisis, their stress, their greed, their weaknesses with them. Of course, they won't just vacate, cease and desist, will they?

Don't even think it, Bunky.

So, who do I sue about stealing my dream?

Now, you could rail on all day about morons to the left of you and jokers to the right but here you are, stuck in the middle with me.

Dare you ask the middle of what?

A turf war in our global ghetto.

I believe they call our present political predicament encroachment in football, an illegal crossing of the line to make contact with the opposing team for personal and professional or team gain prior to the snap of the ball. Boy, have lines been crossed, illegally, immorally, dishonestly, you name the corruption, we've got the disease, because some European ninnies not only want to gain unfair advantage, they'd like to own the ball. So, where's the yellow flag? And who's supposed to throw it to the field to signal the penalty that's so foul it's treasonous?

Aside from having my dream ripped away from me, not to mention my daughter's future, here's what's really bugging me about this whole disintegrating global situation.

WE THE PEOPLE AREN'T GETTING IT.

Sure, blow me off, say to yourself this is my crappy stream-of-consciousness opinion, and, even liberals, you're still free to do so. But, maybe, just maybe, you ought to get in touch with your inner me and ask yourself why you've got this little knot forming in your stomach now, after reading the above. Wasn't bad chilli, bad booze or bad anything making you secretly afraid other than that sad, bad, deep in the soul knowing that I'm pretty close to right on the dwindling dollar about this.

The DUDE in the White House DOESN'T GET IT.

And that's DANGEROUS to all of us.

Or maybe he does get it and he's happy working as a member of the global gang trying to lean on our American turf, if only to ultimately take our block for themselves. That's what happens in every ghetto when one gang, company, political ideology, government, elite group of global zillionaires lusting after more, more, more power and control, wants the turf of another. Competition is only good and right if all parties enter into it honestly. This world has not seen honest competition in years.

Karma is as karma does. 

Anyone who doubts the entire world is nothing, but a ghetto ought to live in one a while. And there's more than one flavor of ghetto masquerading as social strata--you ought to try for a taste of every one you can, because the more you experience that differs, the more you recognize the similarities. Just, don't get your hopes up that enough of the dominant species on the planet will ever see the light to keep God, the Force, the Mind, whatever you think that One, even none, is, from kicking our individual and collective assets to hell and back if we don't shape up, pull our act together, work our Mojo back in the Groove, while removing our individual and collective brains from our exceedingly wide and widening colons as needed. Think giant rock out of nowhere, as in going the way of the dinosaurs. Kinda scary to find out that only 3% of that great big field of stars overhead every night has been mapped, leaving 97% of that sky nothing but a big wild card, God's wild card. Wonder if the global powers that be would ever tell us peasants the end is near. I rather doubt it.

Basically, we have a gang of European go-zillionaires threatening our American turf using surrogates to infiltrate all levels of our government. But I digest.

From seas to shining seas, this entire planet is nothing but a turf war right now.

I don't about you, but I'm more than upset at losing my dream, not to mention my daughter's future as well as the future of this great nation, to a herd of greedy kids acting up so badly that a good Parent has no choice but to discipline us all.

Those who fail to learn history are doomed to repeat...oh, what the hell.

So, someone tell me who to sue. If you say the jokers to the left of me and the morons to the right, I might just look for a lawyer.

There must be some kind of way out of here.

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September 11, 2010--A Short Story

He checked his weapon one last time, irked that the preacher of that disgusting church he'd been faithfully attending for the last two years had seen fit, who knew why, to show up for a visit. Today, of all days. Infidel.

His past had been rigorously scrubbed from the Net and from his living room computer, he'd infiltrated the patriotic, Tea Party forums infesting the Net. His conservative commentary had fallen right in line with the current anti-administration rhetoric, he'd made sure of that. Pity the riots hadn't come to pass. Why weren't those patriots more hateful and violent anyway? You'd think thousands of illegal aliens marching in the streets of every major city would've brought those redneck infidels out in force. Not even Andy Stern's SEIU could start the violence in Washington designed to provoke rioting in every major city in America, ultimately leading to the declaration of martial law. But that plan had failed miserably. And now he had no choice.

A glance about the room at all the right-wing propaganda, pictures on the walls, brought a smirk to his lips. How stupid were the American People anyway?

He stuffed his weapon in the oversize pocket of the camouflage jacket and locked the door of the house behind him. Twenty minutes from D.C. Thirty minutes from destiny.

*****

"No," she whispered, her hands to either side of her husband's face. "You can't."

"I must," he said, wishing things had turned out differently.

"What am I going to do?" She let her hands to her sides. "The kids, how will I explain this?"

"You can't, not ever. They might talk someday. No one can ever know."

"Even after you're gone." She bowed her head. "It's not fair--you're a hero."

"Well, we tried everything else," he said. "I called them out even and still it wasn't enough."

She raised her head, eyes wet, lower lip trembling. "You'll wait for me."

He tried a smile that cheered neither and reached into his pocket for a pack of cigarettes. "No virgins for me, I promise."

"I can't stand the thought of her," she began and stopped.

"Nancy's just doing what she's supposed to do." He lit the cigarette and took a long drag, studying the smoke he exhaled into the air. "Same as the rest of them."

"If they treat me like..."

"Milk the pity for all it's worth."

A single tear rolled slowly over her mahogany cheek. "Like the rest of that pack of wolves."

He finished his cigarette, the silence between them an insurmountable gulf. Perhaps this was how a suicide bomber felt moments before the big bang.


*****

"Who do you want to cover the story?" the last bureau chief said into the receiver.

"Not our regular man," the network chairman replied. "Are you sure this line is secure?"

"Yes. So, who?"

"Anyone new, young, inexperienced. Someone tough enough to keep Garrett from getting too close."

"Major Garrett?"

"Can't have Fox getting even a whiff of the truth. All they do is stir up trouble." He paused, then added, "Martial law would've been so much easier."

"Well, we tried all summer, but those damn tea baggers wouldn't bite."

"Crap, you'd think Stern could've produced at least one riot..." He sighed. "Never mind that now. We're on to Plan B."

The bureau chief thought duh, but said nothing.

"Look, he accepted the assignment going in," the network chairman said. "Never understand these fanatics."

"Me either."

"I'm not happy about this, you know."

"No one is, sir."

"Sometimes sacrifices must be made for the greater good. You know that, don't you?"

"How many of the others are in on this?"

"All of them, except Fox. You know what'll happen if there's any leaks." The network chairman sighed heavily. "Remember, the man you want to focus on will be in the crowd, dressed in camo, near that big SEIU banner. Make sure you've got a camera nearby. Are the stories ready?"

"Yessir."

The line died. The bureau chief looked out the window of his office, but couldn't see past his dread. At least the ratings would pick up, he thought with a heavy heart, but for how long? Maybe until after the pity vote in November returned a majority of progressives to the House and Senate. Perhaps he should just direct his troops to out the coup instead. If only those damned New World Order fanatics with all the money in the world weren't bankrolling this, he might be more tempted to pull a Murrow and risk his life, the lives of his family and even his friends. Instead, the bureau chief knew he had no choice, none at all, but to send the brightest rising star in his dwindling corps and pray that maybe, just maybe, the truth would rise like cream to the top, without any direct assistance from him.

*****

The overflow crowd on the sunny mall was happy, loud, ignorant. Jostled from every side, the wolf in sheep's clothing wished only for a moment's peace, pacifying his growing nervousness--or was it fear--with the notion that in minutes he would know eternity. He glanced at the television camera filming within steps of him, glimpsed the secret service guard, who caught his eye for the briefest of seconds.

"Let me make this perfectly clear," the target said to the approving roars of the throng.

He whipped out the gun and fired twice, then wheeled about to face the secret service man and whispered the two words he wished with all his heart he might shout with his dying breath.

*****

The young reporter ducked at the gunshots, disbelieving that this day, and the biggest story of his fledgling career, could turn in a split second into utter tragedy and chaos. He found himself at the First Lady's side and knelt beside her, his voice-activated micro-recorder in hand, in time to catch the dying President's final, unbelievable whisper.

The First Lady brought her husband's limp hand to her lips, tears streaming over her face. Then she caught sight of the micro-recorder and her gaze traveled up to the young reporter's eyes.

"He's taping," she screamed repeatedly, jabbing his way, looking wildly about the cadre of secret service agents who'd already yanked the young reporter aside.

The reporter backpedaled, unable to do more than react for the utter shock, the stupefaction. He was immediately shoved into the crowd by medical personnel descending in droves. More gunshots rang out amongst the screaming, fleeing spectators, providing a perfect cover for his escape.

The reporter would have to hide somewhere, he knew that, because whoever had orchestrated such a grand madness, no less a bona fide coup, these people would be on the hunt for him now. Should he take the final two words ever uttered by the President of the United States to the bureau chief? No, he decided, putting block after block behind him at a dead run. He'd never trusted his immediate boss, corporate suck up that he was. Who then? Who could he give this incriminating evidence to? Where could he go that was safe? Was he already being tracked? A stitch in his side forced him to a seat on a bus bench, if only to catch his breath. Sixty seconds later, a carload of young men rounded the corner and shot him multiple times. As the reporter lay dying half on, half off the curb, the gang members riffled the pockets of his suit. One of them raised the voice-activated recorder victoriously.

"Payday," was the last shout the rising young journalist ever heard.

*****

The bureau chief insisted his network news mention the murder of the young reporter, if only as an aside to the tragic news of the day and the upcoming weeks. It was the least he could do. Seated at his desk in his fine corner office, he looked down to the micro-recorder in his hand, and wished he had the strength to do more than fall in line. The last whisper of the President of the United States, the identical two-word whisper of the assassin shot down by a select member of the secret service, according to the camera just steps away. That incriminating evidence, of course, had already been edited from the final version of events aired on the network, the short piece of film now ashes in a waste basket.

He realized he held history in his hands, even the future of his country. If only he had the courage of men like Jefferson, Hamilton, Washington. A shiver preceded the chill recognition that he also held a death warrant in his hand, his death warrant.

The bureau chief pressed play and listened one last time to the most incriminating Presidential whisper in the history of America.

"Allahu Akbar."
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Some Average American Questions for Press Secretary Robert Gibbs

Chief Justice John G. Roberts told students Tuesday night that, according to the LA Times, he found the criticism of the Supreme Court during Obama's State of the Union address "very troubling."

When asked about this Tuesday, Roberts said the criticism itself did not bother him.

"Anybody can criticize the Supreme Court. . . . I have no problem with that," he said. He objected to criticism in such a public setting, where the justices had no choice but to sit silently.

"The image of having the members of one branch of government standing up, literally surrounding the Supreme Court, cheering and hollering while the court -- according to the requirements of protocol -- has to sit there expressionless, I think is very troubling," he said.

"It does cause me to think . . . why are we there?"


So, how does Obama's Press Secretary Robert Gibbs respond?

From the same article:

"What is troubling is that this decision opened the floodgates for corporations and special interests to pour money into elections, drowning out the voices of average Americans."

Ok, Mr. Press Secretary, here's a question from an "average American": When are you and Obama going to stop George Soros, who is neither average nor American, yet spent millions, if not billions, of dollars since McCain/Feingold gave him a monopoly on nonprofits (that also siphon off our tax dollars every year) from influencing you as well as our elections? When is Soros going to be indicted for funding fraud, as in the cases upon cases of voter fraud in the last election that gave us our royal Obama? To my way of thinking, Gibby old boy, Soros constitutes a special interest as well as a foreign corporation--so when are you and Obama and naked shower advisor, Rahm Emmanuel, going to show Soros the door?

I have another question, Mr. Press Secretary, seeing as how you're so concerned with the voices of average Americans: Why is Obama sending 2 Billion of our tax dollars to Brazil so they can drill off-shore for oil to send to China?

From FoxNews:

Some see a contradiction in an executive branch agency … facilitating abroad the very kind of energy exploration Obama opposes domestically.

White House spokesman Robert Gibbs said Thursday he wasn’t prepared to address the issue.

“I have not seen the story,” he said. “I’d have to take a look.”

But former Alaska Gov. Sarah Palin, a vocal proponent of offshore drilling, had plenty to say.

“So why is it that during these tough times, when we have great needs at home, the Obama White House is prepared to send more than $2 billion of your hard-earned tax dollars to Brazil so that the nation’s state-owned oil company, Petrobas, can drill off shore and create jobs developing its own resources?” she asked….

Yo, Gibbs--why're you dodging the question? Dude. Average Americans want some answers.

But here's the real kicker, Gibby old pal--this average American wants to know why, according to Bloomberg, George Soros's hedge fund bought a hefty stake in Brazil's only oil company, Petrobras, BEFORE this 2 Billion "gift" loan of our tax dollars by Obama was announced.

Gee, Mr. Gibbs, are you just going to get back to me on all that as well? While you're at it, tell me who's really running you and Obama and this great country into the ground? This average American is waiting for an answer, but she damn sure ain't holding her breath.

Oh, and one more thing, Gibbs old buddy: Are you going to be toting Obama's luggage on the plane to Europe after the election of 2012? I think you're bright enough to realize that none of you traitors can safely stay here in America once we pry you squatters out of the White House.
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Obamacare Seeks Victims

To my way of thinking, the debate over Obamacare boils down to one simple question: Do you see yourself as a victim?

I don't see myself as a victim. Never have, never will. Sure, I had the requisite bad childhood and not every break in life came my way, but a victim? Hardly. To call myself a victim of anything or anyone, even luck, would be giving up my personal responsibility for making my own way. To sink into a victim state of mind would mean total surrender of all my freedoms, my right to hope, to dream, to set goals, to achieve anything, be that so basic as keeping a roof over my head to the building of a multimillion dollar company from scratch. I am strong, independent, a patriotic American lion ready, willing and able to defend America. I brook no excuse, none, for what I do or fail to do in this life. I refuse to wear my bad childhood like a shield to excuse me from stepping up as an adult and making something of myself, or not. I will not blame others for "victimizing" me because I cannot, will not, allow anyone to diminish the whole of my life by making me a victim, of anything. I have worth, tons of it, as do we all. Whether I choose to exercise that worth, and to what purpose, is solely up to me.

To listen to our royal Obama, however, it seems everyone's a victim--of the insurance companies, of the mean old bankers on Wall Street, the Republicans, the Tea Party Patriots, capitalism, returning vets--his list of bad lions bent on "victimizing" the American People grows with every piece of spendy legislation his pride of marxist thugs would shove down our throats.

Someone should have taught our royal Obama that life just isn't fair. Life was never designed to be fair, any more than Nature.

In our natural world, the weak are eaten so the strong might survive. Species of every sort who don't improvise, adapt, and overcome their changing climates and environments die out to make room for those that do. So, if you think of yourself a victim, if you wave your arms at the Federal government crying, "Save me, save me," to my way of thinking, you're just waiting to be eaten. And there's all kinds of hungry predators across the Great American Serengeti that will be more than happy to accommodate you.

In a very major sense, our royal Obama is a lifetime victim--of Affirmative Action, of George Soros and the Democratic party, of his handlers, of the Progressive agenda, of ACORN, of his own narcissism, even of those self-serving lions who champion the cause of racism because they will not survive once racism dies. What our royal Obama doesn't know is that he is still a victim, a gazelle carefully nutured, brainwashed, elevated to believe that he is the messiah lion for which all America waited. I mean, who really wants to think of themselves as a gazelle anyway? Especially if you're a narcissist. You can almost hear our royal Obama pronouncing in stentorian tones, "I would be a lion." Well, as we all know, there are different types of lions in this world--the good, who understand that every member of every species inhabiting the Great American Serengeti is born with the inalienable right to become a great lion; and the elitist lions, who think gazelles as well as every other species exist only to feed them. And some of these bad lions are very, very cunning in taking their prey.

Even the weakest among us know there's strength in numbers, but that knowledge never saves the slow movers, the stragglers, the zig when they should've zagged types. Nor will it save a gazelle skillfully separated from the herd and groomed to be a certain bad pride of lions' mouthpiece to lead other victims like himself to slaughter. Nature always rewards the strong at the expense of the weak, especially weak would-be Emperor gazelles so narcissistic and gullible as to believe those new clothes he's wearing are lion's fur. And why would this gazelle believe that? Because everyone around the victim says this is so and repeats it, on and on, until even a victimized gazelle is convinced he is a lion.

So, a progressively bad pride of lions has convinced our would-be Emperor gazelle that not only can they make him a great lion without any effort on his part, but they've "saved" him from being victimized by those capitalist lions across the plain over there who believe every gazelle on Earth has been endowed by his or her Creator with the inalienable right to become a great lion if only he or she chooses to put forth the individual effort.

Yet, our royal Obama, having thus far shown next-to-no ability to improvise and adapt to his changing political climate, has little chance of survival. He doesn't know he's considered a convenient snack for bigger, badder diners once his uses as a mouthpiece run out. He's reaped the rewards of being a victim for so long, he believes this is how the natural world operates, that every species inhabiting the Great American Serengeti exists to serve elite lions like himself. He knows he must sell every gazelle on the benefits of being a victim if only to keep his elite pride of lions well fed. What he's too blinded by his own light to see is that as the herd following him thins by leaps and bounds due to that sour predatory scent growing stronger on the political winds, all those around him, those closest to him, the progressive, marxist lions who saved him in the past and are now influencing him to their bidding, are not drooling over his greatness. Instead, they're salivating as lions do, they're feeding his delusions of grandeur to fatten him up for the kill if he fails lead enough gazelles into range to be eaten at will. In effect, the really bad, some would say evil, Progressive lions are, like always, merely licking their chops in anticipation of the dinner bell while our would-be Emperor gazelle promises every member of every species that they, too, can own new clothes just like his, if only they would meekly follow his lead.

Only victims need to be saved--from anything. What our royal Obama has failed to consider is that there are presently not enough voting Americans who, like him, see themselves as victims. Not nearly enough to support a progressive, socialist takeover of anything, especially America. He's been admiring his own warped reflection for so long he's missed the fact that it will take at least another generation of children brainwashed by the leftist public school system to reach voting age before there is even the slightest hope that a majority of voters will accept victimhood, no matter how many immigrant gazelles his progressive pride of lions would import to bolster their dwindling herd. Our would-be Emperor gazelle has, in effect, jumped his lions, and in a huge way.

Soon, very soon, our royal Obama is going to raise his delicate head from munching the sweet grass rewards cultivated of a lifetime of victimization to discover he is only a gazelle all by his lonesome on a big political Serengeti and it's much too late to run.

Now I ask you, do you really see yourself as a victim?

I didn't think so. Vote like the good patriotic Americans you are this November. May all the world hear us roar.
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To Cut Pork, A Meat Cleaver

Well, to be blunt here, I've probably had more jobs in my fifty years on this planet than all my friends combined and one thing I know for a fact: there is no business on Earth that doesn't have waste to cut. And that includes the US Government.

TAKE A MEAT CLEAVER TO THE FEDERAL BUDGET.

I can think of a few places to start--all the federal funding that ends up in the hands of nonprofits, funding even GAO admitted as recently as February 2009 they have no way to track. They don't know where the money goes once it hits the many and diverse pipelines. If you don't know where every dime of the taxpayers' money goes, don't let it go.

$349 million for advertising for the Census. Excuse me, but whoever thought that up must think Americans are all new to the country and don't know there's a census every ten years.

If lawmakers are really serious about cutting the deficit, let's see them take some serious voluntary pay cuts--by half ought to do for starters since they only seem to work half the time the rest of this country's workers are laboring.

If Nancy Pelosi, et al, wasn't aware that her job description included relocation to Washington DC, she ought to quit instead of flying to California on the taxpayers' dime whenever the whim strikes her, and anytime she wants to go home, she could help the economy by flying commercially on her own dime. Doesn't she make enough money in her present salary?

NOT A SCALPEL, NOT HATCHET, A MEAT CLEAVER TO THE BUDGET.

According to our Royal Obama, there was at least $500 Billion in Medicare waste and fraud that could be cut, so why hasn't it been cut already?

How about sending one lone efficiency expert to work in the local offices of social security to see just what it is they're doing or not doing when they make a person wait for four months for a call back.

How about sending efficiency experts, not for exorbitant salaries mind you, but for entry level wages into the offices of every Federal Department to work and observe and report on places to cut waste. I'd be qualified for that job, and I'd be glad to do it. I'm not talking here of hiring an elite company of "efficiency consultants," I'm talking regular people. Amazing what the workers of the company know about cutting waste if only the "managers" in the ivory tower would swallow their elitist attitudes and drop on by the coffee pot in the break room once in a while not to lecture, but to listen. The really good managers I've worked for in my life all know one thing--they aren't running the company, it's the people doing the actual work that are "running" the company.

A MEAT CLEAVER TO ALL ASPECTS OF THE FEDERAL GOVERNMENT.

If Michelle Obama wants to set a good example for the rest of us her husband is fond of telling to tighten our already tight belts, she can dispense with her entire personal staff save for an assistant. She's not a rock star, she's not a celebrity, she's the wife of a man in we the People's employ. Unless she wants to tell us all to "eat cake" she ought to be supporting her husband's call for belt tightening by giving up a few million dollars worth of personal care. And Obama should be setting a good example as well by foregoing all travel and "date nights" and staying home until the rest of us can afford to eat out once a month.

Now that's just a handful of ideas to cut waste and spending. I'd love to take a look at the Federal budget, line by line, research by research, and find out if what we the People are paying is necessary or even worth what the Feds want us to think it is. Congress certainly thinks enough of itself to give itself a raise, undeserved and unearned, and that should be our first clue that there's a hell of a lot of waste to be cut, enough I'd wager to balance our Federal Budget, if not this year, certainly by next year.

A MEAT CLEAVER TO THE BUDGET.

Obama never had a pair, but whoever replaces him better have.
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New and Improved--RetrObama!

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A new man--of the people, by the people, for the people! A sudden populist with an ultra-left vision of hope and change for the future! He believes in America! And if you'll just listen to him, you dumb consumer/voters out there, how can you fail to be dazzled by the rhetoric, baffled by the beautiful BS spewing forth from his messianic lips! After all, it's your fault, America, that you just didn't understand Obamacare, Cap and Trade, Amnesty for Illegal Aliens and all the other items of his grand leftist agenda after his 200 plus other speeches. But never fear--RetrObama is here! Your new superhero's doubling-down, taking no prisoners! He'll never quit trying to ram what he knows is best for you down your throats, even if you don't want it! And since you're so stupid, America, he's going to keep talking, do a better job of explaining why the cure to all the nation's woes can only be found with prescription RetrObama!

So what do you get for your hard-earned tax money? Why, I'm glad you asked.

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The Supreme Court Ruling and Obama

While I haven't yet made up my mind if the recent Supreme Court ruling to allow corporations and other organizations to buy political advertising will ultimately be a good or bad thing for us regular folks, I admit I'm getting a good laugh over the Royal Obama's reactions to it. And I can think of a few reasons why he's so mad. First though, let's get to the humor.

Our Royal Obama said on his Saturday morning radio address, according to an article in the Wall Street Journal anyway, that "his White House has "closed the revolving door" between government and special-interest lobbying and has barred gifts from federal lobbyists to executive branch officials. And, for the first time, Obama said his administration is publicly disclosing the names of those who visit the White House each day, a list that includes lobbyists."

So, he's closed the revolving door on special-interest lobbying, our Royal Obama. He neglected to mention that he closed the door AFTER making that special deal with the pharmaceutical companies, AFTER he made the deal to exempt the unions from his "cadillac tax", AFTER any number of special interest deals he's made in his first year in office. And for the first time, according to the Royal Obama, we regular folk get to know the names of the lobbyists visiting the White House each day. But don't you wonder why these lobbyists are being allowed to visit the White House in the first place? Especially since the Royal Obama has their names? Like we wouldn't dare to ask those questions. How clueless is our purported POTUS anyway?

From the same article:

"Obama expressed concern that the decision "opens the floodgates for an unlimited amount of special interest money in our democracy," including by foreign corporations with an interest in the outcome of U.S. elections.

"This ruling strikes at our democracy itself," said Obama.

Obama objected to giving more voice to powerful interests, predicting that would make it much harder for Congress to enact health care reform, financial reforms, and measures to reduce U.S. dependence on foreign oil. He said his administration is working on a response with members of Congress from both political parties and that "it will be a priority for us until we repair the damage that has been done."

The biggest damage I see being done with this ruling right now is to George Soros, the Royal Obama's sponsor and supporter. If anyone's struck "at our democracy itself," it's Soros, hands-down. He's been the largest source of special interest money, FOREIGN special interest money, influencing our politics for a very long time. No American corporation or organization could speak out against him either, couldn't buy ads for non-Soros-owned candidates, etc.--until this Supreme Court ruling that struck down parts of McCain-Feingold, legislation that severely limited corporations and organizations involvement in political campaigns and, ultimately, paved the way for the creation of Soros's chain of 527s, nonprofit "agencies, foundations and institutes" that include ACORN among other stellar entities. McCain has his ties to Soros, just Google both names together. I haven't looked yet, but I wouldn't be surprised if Feingold, being a Democrat, isn't bedded down with Soros to some greater or lesser extent, too.

As soon as the Royal Obama went apoplectic publicly over the ruling, the red flags started popping for me. But, like I stated at the beginning of this post, I don't know yet if the Supreme Court's latest ruling with ultimately prove good or bad for us regular folks. Still, I'm right now thinking that what's bad for the Royal Obama--and, by extension, Soros--can't be all that bad for us. At least now, patriotic corporations and organizations will have an equal opportunity to voice their opinions and support for non-Soros candidates. I wait to see who in Congress does what in the way of introducing legislation to "override" this decision. Might be one way we folks can sort the Soros-owned legislators from the real Americans. Should be fun to watch, at any rate.

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New Political Disorders for a New Year

Our senators and representatives in Congress as well as the resident muslim in chief living it up in the White House, when he's not on vacation or playing apologetic tourist somewhere in the world, appear to be suffering from a number of heretofore previously unidentified disorders, including but not limited to, Robin Hood Complex, or RHC.

All that socialist blather reported by the lamestream media about taking from the rich to give to the poor and/or sharing the wealth serves only to enable the hi-jacking of taxpayers in what amounts to nothing more than highway robbery. And this is but one of the classic symptoms of RHC. Means justify the ends is a very popular, though highly flawed, tenet embraced by sufferers of this disorder which, if allowed to go unchecked, can result in a loss of freedoms as well as national bankruptcy for both those victimized by the frequent daylight raids plotted in the House and Senate as well as the downtrodden poor that the RHC sufferer vigorously pretends to represent.

Of course, RHC can only exist in conjunction with other, more serious mental disorders such as Messiah Complex (Obama) and Chicken Little Prophet Syndrome (Al Gore), both of which, more often than not, enrich the suffering closet-capitalist beyond his wildest liberal dreams--if he does his marketing, that is--thus making the job of breaking the cycle of addiction that much more difficult. Everyone knows that in order for any disorder of this magnitude to be successfully overcome, the person so afflicted must actually want to quit. Perhaps this is the reason Obama still smokes, despite signing off on a bill early in his term that raised the already egregious and discriminatory taxes on tobacco for all his fellow smokers to new heights. Messiah Complex would tell him he doesn't have to lead, but rather drive the poor folk like cattle to do his bidding because he is, after all, the Messiah and above being questioned about the hypocrisy of his actions, while Robin Hood Complex further complicates his mental condition by suggesting that the hi-jacking of all smokers' wallets is the moral thing to do, albeit in some abstract and never specified way, to, again, "help the poor." Twisted logic to be sure, but the inability to think rationally is a symptom shared by many on Capitol Hill suffering from yet another new mental disorder--Denial Of Reality/Common Sense , or DORCS.

DORCS can, upon initial consultation, be easily mistaken for Obsessive Compulsives, especially when fixated on spending taxpayers' money, so further scrutiny is required before confirming the specific diagnosis. Robin Hood Complex further complicates a diagnosis of DORCS by giving sufferers what they believe is all the reason in the world to raid the Treasury to bail out their arbitrarily chosen friends on Wall Street or ignore the most basic of math when figuring budgets. Income versus outlay simply has no meaning for full-blown DORCS, especially those suffering with Robin Hood Complex. These patients continually justify their bizarre actions--such as attempting to institute a new health care entitlement program that the nation cannot afford during the worst recession since the Great Depression--out of a base need to satisfy the RHC-induced addiction to wholesale theft by calling for legislation such as Cap and Trade, which would, in essence, allow DORCS with RHC to continue to rob the shrinking number of working Peters to support the growing number of unemployed Pauls idled by the DORCS own inability to comprehend simple economics and/or exercise a smidgeon of common sense.

DORCS appears to be a highly contagious virus that infects virtually every new senator and representative the moment he or she breathes the rarified air in either chamber of Congress. What separates DORCS suffering with RHC from the average kleptomaniac or convenience store stick-up man, aside from the obvious differences in dress and lifestyle and elitist "I'm doing you such a favor even if you don't want it" attitude is that DORCS with RHC in general, and those suffering from the added Messiah Complex and/or Chicken Little Prophet Syndrome in specific, never offer their own money to "help the poor" or "offset the carbon footprints" of those consumers nibbling the propaganda carrots offered by the enabling lamestream media. A common trait shared by all DORCS with RHC, no matter what their additional associated disorders, if any, seems to be the amassing of personal fortunes at the expense of those they claim, because of the Robin Hood Complex, they are justified in robbing simply "to help the poor." DORCS with RHC cannot generally grasp the concept that continually robbing the working until every man, woman and child in America but themselves are in the poorhouse is simply unsustainable and will not be tolerated for too much longer.

Now, the only effective cure for all DORCS, with or without the associated maladies of Robin Hood Complex or Messiah Complex, is a mass intervention on a national scale at the ballot box in November. This should send a clear signal to the liberal closet-capitalists hoping to get richer from Chicken Little Prophet Syndrome that if they don't take their money and run, we will soon be sending them far, far away to recover, preferably at a qualified psych-ward somewhere in Europe or Venezuela. The only foreseeable obstacle to sending the Chicken Little Prophets away for care, outside of convincing them that they really do need help, will be restraining them from using their carbon "offsets" to beat a hasty retreat from the long lines for socialized care. Perhaps DORCS with the associated Messiah Complex can turn their mental disorder to the good by issuing a series of divine proclamations to our liberal closet capitalists to simply shut the hell up on fraudulent climate change. The lamestream media should be avoided at all costs as a reliable source of information on these and other disorders as they appear to be suffering from a new disorder themselves--Enablers Love Idiots Talking Endlessly Syndrome, or ELITES.

Happy New Year to all!
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A Lesson in Economics

The Senator from Montana was obviously angry. "Don't you know who I am?" he said, tapping himself in the chest.

The Federal clerk assigned to dispense the day's ration of bread laughed. "You're just another Jon to me, pal." He gestured with his right arm. "What've you got to trade?"

The Senator whipped out a hundred dollar bill and slapped it down on the countertop. "I shouldn't even have to stand in this line. I'm a US Senator. I was promised a free ride."

"In return for your vote on...what?" The clerk looked at the hundred and shook his head. "Sorry, I can't take that."

"What do you mean?" the Senator snapped, his face reddening now. "That's a hundred dollar bill."

The clerk sniggered. "Well, it was yesterday, but today it's just toilet paper thanks to you and your buddies in Congress spending those like there was no tomorrow. News flash: tomorrow's here."

"But my family's hungry. I promised I'd bring them something to eat."

The clerk waved at the somber people in the long line stretching around the corner behind the Senator. "Their family's have been hungry a lot longer, thanks to you and your tax and spend policies. Now, if you don't have anything of value to trade, you need to step aside, before things get ugly like they do almost every day when the bread's gone."

"Do they have to come up with something to trade?" the Senator asked.

The clerk shook his head. "They're all unemployed, on welfare now. You, on the other hand, made too much money last year to qualify, or so it says right here on my computer records."

The Senator dug in his front pocket and produced a gold piece. "That ought to buy me at least a thousand loaves of bread."

"Really." The clerk grinned and shook his head. "Hate to give you a lesson on economics, Senator, but that gold piece is only worth what the supplier of whatever it is you need says it is. And it's only worth one loaf of bread today."

"You can't do that."

"Funny, that's what all those voters in line behind you told you and your friends in Washington, but you weren't listening, were you?"

A man yelled out, "That ain't our Senator, is it?"

 A woman cursed and other derisive voices rang out, epithets began to foul the air.

"Aw, hell, just look what your presence here has done," the clerk said, waving forward the line of armed men standing guard over the daily ration of bread on racks. "I think you better go, pal, before the riot starts." He looked up at the Senator. "So, you want a loaf of bread or not?"

The Senator dropped the gold piece on the counter in front of the clerk. "You're going to pay for this," he said ominously, snatching his loaf of bread from the clerk.

"I'm going to pay for this, how?" the clerk asked. "You and Congress gave away your power when you sold out our nation. This is the change you created. And now, you don't like it?"

"But I'm a US Senator."

"And that means what to the new world order ruling from Europe?"

"Well..."

"Look, pal, you really need to move along."

"You can't rush me off like that. Don't you know who I am?"

"I don't care who you are," the clerk said testily. "I'm just a working man, trying to feed my family. Do you know what I take home in return for risking my life to dispense this bread each day?" He didn't wait for the Senator to respond. "A loaf of bread. And my wife has to stand in line for hours like the rest of these people and hope the clerk working for his loaf of bread doesn't run out of shoes or socks or toilet paper for my kids before she gets to the front of the line. Welcome to the reality you created, Senator. We're all in this third world together now." He held up the gold piece. "And to think you were so smart that you actually gave a lowly working man the power to decide on a daily basis how many loaves of bread an ounce of gold will buy."

Someone behind the Senator yelled, "Traitor!"

"Elitist," another screamed.

"Shouldn't be in this line, should you?" a third bellowed. "What's the matter? Your taxpayer feeding trough empty now?"

"You sold us out," a fourth shouted. The angry murmurs grew louder, the crowd pushing forward, jostling the Senator. The civilian guards dressed identically in brown leveled their weapons.

The clerk leaned over the counter and said to the Senator, "I'd run if I were you. Those people behind you, the ones you screwed over time and time again, are hungry and desperate. And you know what they say about hungry, desperate people, don't you?"

"Don't you have somewhere I can go?" the Senator said nervously, clutching his loaf of bread to his chest.

"You wouldn't like the answer now any more than you did then," the clerk replied.
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Of Credit Cards and Big Bad Wolves

Act One: Enter the Wolf

Once upon a time, a dizzy blonde forgot her payment to the big bad wolf known as Bank of America (BOA). In her defense, it was the silly season between Thanksgiving and Christmas and she simply forgot to make the payment. On December 7th, 2007 a day that will certainly live in infamy, she realized she'd forgotten the payment, which was now 7 days late. So, being an individual more than willing to take responsibility for her mistake, she paid over double the minimum payment plus the late fees, and since she'd never been late on a payment before, thought that was the end of it.

But the big bad BOA wolf was having its own problems at the time with losses in the sub-prime mortgage market, like other wolves such as Washington Mutual (WAMU), and since our blonde had made this "error," the BOA wolf decided that she, and thousands of others, should help the big bad wolf cover its losses. The blonde received notice with her next statement that the interest on her balance was being raised-to 31.74 percent-but if she paid on time like a good little blonde for six months, the big bad BOA wolf would "review" her account.

When she called the BOA wolf's customer service line, the blonde discovered that "review" didn't mean the interest rate was going down after six months. Oh, no. It just meant "review" as in "we'll continue to shaft you as long as we want and you can't do a damn thing about it." Well, the blonde decided to fight back in a totally remarkable way. She refused to pay. She called customer service a second time to let them know that she wasn't going to pay what amounted to usurous rates and that she didn't care about her so-called credit rating, a cattle prod if ever there was one, created by lenders to herd frightened sheep into the slaughter pens of big bad wolves all over the country and the world.

The blonde did her research and spoke to a friend who's worked in the banking industry for over twenty years to find out what, if anything, the big bad BOA wolf could do to her for refusing to pay. The BOA wolf could garnish the blonde's wages, but the banking industry expert had never heard of any wolf doing that because it's just too darn expensive for the wolves, having to get a lawyer in the blonde's home state, etc. The big bad wolf also could, in theory, serve a writ on the blonde's bank and clean out her bank account, but the banking industry expert hadn't ever heard of that being done either, again, because it's too cost prohibitive for the wolves. Outside of ruining the blonde's credit rating, there was little else, if anything, the big bad BOA wolf could do.

So, our courageous blonde did not pay. And the sky did not fall. But, this isn't the end of the story by any means.

Act Two: A Classic Bait and Switch.

After ignoring repeated calls from the BOA wolf's collectors, and thanking God for caller ID every time, our blonde had a fit of conscience. Never one to stiff anyone she owes, even a big bad wolf--unlike all the big bad wolves who had no qualms about gorging themselves on fresh cash at the taxpayers' bailout trough--the blonde decided to work out a deal with the BOA wolf. The BOA wolf agreed to settle for half of what was owed, to be paid off in thirty dollar installments over the course of 60 months. Fine and dandy. The BOA wolf cashes the first payment. Two weeks later, a representative for the BOA wolf calls and says thirty isn't enough.

"Federal law won't let us accept less than eighty dollars a month," Eric, the BOA rep, said.

"Cite me the statute," the disbelieving blonde replied.

Eric didn't know what the specific statute was, so the blonde asked to be transferred to someone who does. He refused to transfer the blonde, even to his supervisor, for at least five minutes of bickering and gnashing of teeth, until finally he relented. Eric's supervisor offered to take fifty a month instead of the eighty (and whatever happened to the "federal statute" requiring eighty? Eric's supervisor dodged that question.) The blonde refused to pay more than thirty because, to her way of thinking, she and the BOA wolf had made a deal and the wolf should honor his end. The BOA supervisor refused to take thirty. The blonde now keeps that money in her pocket. And still the sky did not fall.

The blonde had a similar run-in last year with HSBC, where they were going raise her interest rate to the high 20s, which she also refused to pay and let them know it on at least three different phone calls. HSBC then perpetrated their version of the bait and switch, promising the blonde 9% interest on her remaining debt, if only she would pay X amount by a certain date, and then make timely payments until the debt was satisfied. She met this wolf’s requirement, but then the HSBC rep said they couldn’t honor that deal either. And so the blonde kept her money in her pocket while HSBC, BOA, WAMU, CITI Bank, and other wolves lined up at the taxpayers’ trough to feed on the fresh meat supplied by our own Congress and President.

New credit card regulations are due to take effect in February 2010. However, these "new" regulations are to be interpreted and put into practice by the leader of the wolf pack, the Federal Reserve. There is nothing to prevent the wolf pack leader from interpreting the provisions this “new” law to the wolves’ own advantage, or “re-interpreting” the provisions at any time in the future, perhaps when the economic mess these greedy wolves got us all into has abated some, or maybe when the fresh meat in the bailout trough is thoroughly exhausted.

Distrustful of all banks now, with good reason as illustrated above, the blonde feels at this point in time that she’d rather owe the wolves than beat them out of it. And since the economy has taken a nosedive and the blonde has her own little cub to raise and a mortgage on their small den to satisfy, those wolves will just have to wait their turn, if it ever comes.

To the blonde’s way of thinking, the wolves, with the not-so-hidden support of our Congress and President, will continue to feed as long as consumers everywhere fear to fight back in the only language these wolves understand--money.

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