Anyway... what motivates me to dance lame dances on this lovely Saturday afternoon? Well, the weather, for one thing. Here in the frozen wasteland of Illinois, it's 56°(!) and sunny. Also, because I'm inspired by our new RNC chairman! Here's today's video address from Michael Steele:
"Individual empowerment. That's how you stimulate the economy."
Sing it, brother! Sing it to the skies!
Gentle Readers, please pass this video on to all of your friends who care about our country. (The Michael Steele one, not the cabbage patch one...) Tell them to flood the offices of their Congressmen and their Senators with phone calls and e-mails. Tell them to jam their phone lines, fill their voice mailboxes and overload their e-mail accounts. Here's a list of Senate contact information, it includes local & DC phone numbers and e-mail addresses for every single Senator, Republican AND Democrat. They need to know that they just may lose their jobs if they force this crapwich down our throats.
Tell those bastards in Congress (both Houses) that this bill MUST DIE. And it needs to die quick, fast and in a hurry. Before they completely destroy our economy and turn this country into one that doesn't value individual liberties, or personal achievement. They are already starting to punish prosperity. This stink bomb is just a small peek into their Socialist dreams. They want us to believe that Nanny Government will take care of us. They want us to believe that the merciful ministry of government will give us jobs and health care and wrap us in a warm coccoon of sweet, blissful oblivion.
And for all of the fools that want that warm fuzzy blanket of government wrapped around them, providing them protection from the big, scary world and giving them security from cradle to the grave... here's a quote from Samuel Adams that applies to those government tit-sucking parasites:
“If ye love wealth greater than liberty, the tranquility of servitude greater than the animating contest for freedom, go home from us in peace. We seek not your counsel, nor your arms. Crouch down and lick the hand that feeds you. May your chains set lightly upon you, and may Posterity forget that ye were our countrymen.”Now, if you'll excuse me, I'll just be getting back to my cabbage patch. The weather's still nice, even if America as we know it is about to end.
© Jana Ogletree 2009