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What They Thought August 22, 2004 R.A.
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R.A.
Hawkins I can’t help but wonder what the dummies on the left were thinking when they asked the United Nations to step in and watch the elections. Because they have invited the "House That Hiss Built" (read Communist Central) to watch over the elections, they have undone themselves. This will require something I think has been needed in the "trouble areas" for a long time. Probably for the first time in quite a while, Democrats in these areas will only get to vote once, which is a plus. Maybe they can use the opportunity to remove all of the dead people and the ones that moved away from the rosters. Maybe in the interest of having fair elections they will be required to actually show their voter registration cards and possibly some form of ID other than a Consular Whatzit Card from Mexico. I’m certain you are thinking I’ve gone nuts since I haven’t mentioned anyone being there other than the glorious United Nations. I’m not happy they’re going to be there at all, really. I am happy, however, because the Federal Bureau of Investigation will be very busy cleaning up all kinds of things before and during the election. Maybe they can do something about all of the new citizens the left will try to create out of thin air with illegal voting cards like those that appeared in California. I wonder if we’ll have a bunch of citizens sworn in inside stadiums this time. California is an interesting place isn’t it? The land of Barbara "Burn, Baby, Burn" Boxer… It was people of her ilk that invited the United Nations in to keep an eye on things for them. Then there was Florida, where Democrats knew the only voters who wouldn’t be able to operate a stylus would be Democrats. I hope that this time that congressman gets prosecuted for having a voting machine in his car. It should have happened then. Maybe they can go back and prosecute that idiot now just to send the appropriate message to the left-wing thugs in advance. Having the United Nations here doesn’t bother me too much as long as we watch them nice and close. I can’t think of anything I would trust them to do either correctly or honestly. But that’s why the liberals asked them in to watch, isn‘t it? They are counting on them to help them cheat their way into power. The United Nations has a vested interest in getting them into power. They have people on their side such as Teddy Kennedy, who actually introduced a bill to give our defense budget over to the International Monetary Fund since they know so much better how to use it. They have people such as Kerry, who ask them if it’s okay before they so much as sneeze. It is no surprise that it was the left-wingers who asked this den of spies to help them. They both represent the exact same thing: corruption and lies. They are both wolves in sheep’s clothing. If this one thing doesn’t motivate the real conservatives to get out and remove the rest of the liberals at the ballot box, I don’t know what will. Of course, the foil beanie crowd will be telling me in email that this is all planned and the Knights Templar is behind it with the aid of (insert your favorite here). They will be telling others and myself that Bush is also behind this and that’s why he is allowing it. What a bunch of lamers! What a cop-out! What a lame excuse to sit at home and whine rather than vote! Right now, I can’t think of too many Democrats I can even stand. Lieberman was honest enough to remind Daschle he was the one who wrote the Patriot Act that he was complaining about. I don’t agree with the man, but I respect him at least. I also discovered another Democrat last week I think I respect in some way. Clinton and Kennedy seem to exemplify the left in many ways. They do things and then stay in office and take the heat rather than leave. It is a gang mentality that drives people such as them. The harder you press them for their actions the harder they all cling together in their little "them against the world" game. But I did say I think I found another one I respect, didn’t I? I think that I respect the Governor of Massachusetts. He had an affair with another man, but he is not going to stay in office and damage the rest of the party, even though he already proved himself to be yet another Democrat that can’t be trusted with anything classified. He fell head over heels for some guy, and gave him a post that deals with intelligence. I can’t help but wonder if he is quitting in order to cut down on the confusion. If this had gone on like the Clinton debaclem we would have started hearing "Stand By Your Man," and it would be a little difficult to determine who the song was for: her or one of the two "hims." All of the above represent the party that invited the UN in to watch us vote. Don’t forget that. If you sit the election out, don’t bother with complaining. Anybody that really knows you will know that’s all you ever do. R.A. Hawkins Web Site Contact Back to Top |
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David Morris SARTRE |
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Recently I've observed various programs polling the citizens of the United States on their voting knowledge. Frankly, I'm concerned over the lack of knowledge these programs are divulging about American voters. There's a miniscule understanding of our voting process, little familiarity of the nominees' platforms, and some don't know or care who their candidates are. For the last 20 years, we've been living through the biggest slice of American apathy for our political process. Many are staunch in their beliefs of"anyone but Bush," but if you ask them why, their answer many times is, "Because." I didn't realize "because" was an explanation for your likes or dislikes. As I've listened to the reporters trying to engage people and their reasoning, some will add, "Because Bush attacked Iraq." When prodded further about their knowledge as to why we went to war with Iraq, most of those answering couldn't give anything else. A large percentage of those questioned about their anti-Bush sentiments had succumbed to the entertainment industries' grand guru of all knowing pile called "extreme biased opinions." If Dave Matthews says President Bush is wrong and we need to tour to "Vote for Change," well, then it must be true. (Don't get me wrong - I love the Dave Matthews Band, and he has donated monies to some worthy causes, but to base your vote on what one group believes?) Have we bought into Mr. Born-in-the-USA's - Bruce Springsteen - beliefs that Bush is evil and we need to change? Sure, entertainers understand our pain, they've lived life's struggles, they can relate to the common everyday person - they sing about "losing my religion," they know social injustices. I am sure you've heard the phrase "tortured artist?" Yes, many of them can write and play well, and they're masters at bringing the masses together for one night of ecstatic release from the daily humdrum of working at the factory. But does the ability to spin great tunes equal political savant? (I'd love to understand the psyche behind entertainers feeling the need to press their lips to any mic available so they can blast their denunciation of conservatism. Notable entertainers are extravagantly rich and live lavishly, yet too often they are bitter towards their homeland - America - which gave them the ability to succeed.) C'mon, guys. Entertainers are rich because poor slobs like us buy their CD's, DVD's and such because misery loves company. They're far removed from day to day life; sitting in a Malibu mansion and driving the latest Jaguar doesn’t qualify anyone to know more about politics than the steel worker who's driving his ten year-old Chevy and living in a 1300 sq. ft. home in suburbia. Most entertainers don't have a clue about you or me (let alone politics), but they do know how to capitalize upon social ideologies, and we buy into them on a regular basis. I know some of you reading this out there are getting steamed because you feel like I'm attacking your "news sources," but I'm not. I don't believe any person can be completely informed by only obtaining their views from listening, reading or watching a few sources. I even wonder if anyone can be completely informed, since every manner of media is spun to a certain extent. But we all have the ability to compare sources and search for truth. We still live in a country where we're allowed all points of view and we can debate our beliefs. But how much longer will those freedoms exist? How long will we be allowed to delve into issues facing our nation if we continue to apathetically let only certain sources tabulate and form our opinions? We must become informed, study our history, and understand the issues. We must know who our political candidates are and where they stand. Pushing a chad, or connecting the lines because a country or rock band said to proves we've become too stupid to vote. We're not mandated to vote, we're not prevented from voting. We're free to vote - FREE - do we understand this? To keep our freedoms we must become participants. This requires more than attending the "Rock the Vote Tour." Participating with a Bud in one hand and a lighter held up with the other shouting "Rock on, Dude!" at a concert doesn't make us a participant. It makes us sycophantic lemmings. When we don't really give a flip about our process, we've truly lost our freedoms. Maybe we've lulled ourselves into thinking there's no government institution coming along and taking our six packs of beer. We're allowed to sleep in past noon after Friday night's kegger bash, so why not coast? Coast time is over. It's time to wipe away the sleep from our eyes and stop worrying about the next music gig we can attend. Our very existence as a Republic requires each and every citizen of the United States of America to become informed and involved. Voting isn't about "it's got a good beat and you can dance to it." Voting American Bandstand-style will have us losing our freedoms within the next ten years if we aren't willing to take the time to protect our own rights. The spin needs to stop here. Vote based on knowledge, and not the entertainment industry's skewed and myopic view of our great country. Kerry L. Marsala Web Site Contact Back to Top |
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Perhaps
the hardest part about my recent move from New Jersey to Pennsylvania
is trying to tell friends and relatives how to get to my new townhouse.
This has more to do with Pennsylvania roads than anything else. They’re
beyond comprehension. They make no sense. It’s like the expression,
“Friends don’t let friends drive drunk.” Friends shouldn’t
ask friends to drive in Pennsylvania. Anyone who asks his friends to
drive in Pennsylvania probably isn’t a real friend.
Now, understand that driving in Jersey isn’t always a piece of cake. Some of its roads can be super confusing if you’re coming from out of state. Take jughandles, for example. Ever taken one? If you have, you probably think it’s a dumb question. But it isn’t. New Jersey is the Land of a Thousand Jughandles; I can say from experience that some folks don’t even know they exist. Believe me. I’ve seen them. I’ve seen the fear in their eyes when they realize that, no, you can’t make a left turn from the left lane, that you’ve got to get into the middle lane, then the other middle lane, then the right lane, before the light turns red, if you wish to turn here. In an ideal world, jughandles would be a reasonable alternative to left turns on busy highways. But this isn’t an ideal world. It’s New Jersey. It’s crowded. And since you need a traffic light every time you have a jughandle, you only end up making busy highways busier (read: slower, less safe). On top of that, what really kills the jughandle is inconsistency. Sometimes you have them. Sometimes you don’t. And you never know until you get there. What a strange way to make driving more secure. Still, if it’s consistency you’re after, you won’t find it in Pennsylvania. Now, look, I don’t want to be the guy who moves to a new town and talks about his old town till his tongue falls off. I especially don’t want to be the guy who talks about how much better his old town was. Locals find that guy annoying. Hell, I find that guy annoying. If the place you came from was so much better, you should’ve stayed there. The jury’s still out on whether New Jersey is, in fact, better than Pennsylvania, or vice versa. That’s a pretty silly thing to talk about anyway. But one of the things I like best about the Keystone State is its simplicity—something my homeland has in short supply. When I tell people I moved to Pennsylvania, they immediately think I moved to a farm. They’re wrong. I live just outside Philadelphia. It’s not a lot different than Jersey. But I like that that’s the impression they get. And it’s true: Beyond Philly, Pennsylvania’s got a much different spirit. It’s freer. It’s closer to the Mason-Dixon. I like that. That’s what I’m after. But I’m starting to think the only reason it’s wide-open and empty west of Philadelphia is because no one can figure out how to get anywhere. To put it bluntly, the roads make no sense. First of all, half of them aren’t even labeled. I’m serious. I moved to a town where the streets have no name. You’re just supposed to know where to turn. And if you don’t know? Oh, well. You’re in Pennsylvania now. People drive slow here. You have all the time in the world. I swear, you need The Force to get anywhere in this state. A map won’t do the trick. You need the ghosts of Ben Kenobi and Yoda sitting on your shoulder. Every time I go someplace new in Pennsylvania, I spend the afternoon making k-turns, heading back towards roads I missed because—silly me—I’m not all-knowing. Yogi Berra once said, “When you come to a fork in the road, take it,” and I can usually be counted on to follow his advice. Then there’s the Pennsylvania Turnpike. The Pennsylvania Turnpike starts in the west near the border with Ohio. The first exit is Exit 2, which was called Exit 1 until they decided to rename the exits with milepost markers to make things “more convenient and helpful." Then there’s the second exit, which was never called Exit 2—not even when the current Exit 2 was called Exit 1. The old Exit 2 was the third exit, which we now call Exit 13. The second exit used to be called 1A, but now it’s called 10, and it puts you onto Turnpike 60, which crosses over the road you originally thought was the Turnpike, which is actually called the Turnpike Mainline. The Mainline consists of I-76, I-70, and I-276. I think. And it runs all the way east until it reaches the Delaware River. I have no idea where Turnpike 60 goes. My guess is it goes straight to Hell. Things get tricky again nearer to where I live. The old Exit 25 is now Exit 333. That’s the exit for Norristown. The old 26 is now 339, and that’s for Fort Washington. Between 333 and 339 we have the new Exit 20, which used to be 25A, which puts you onto I-476, which is the Pennsylvania Turnpike’s Northeastern Extension. People in northeastern Pennsylvania call the Northeastern Extension “the Pennsylvania Turnpike.” Somehow there are several Pennsylvania Turnpikes. They coexist. Pennsylvania is a multiverse. Meanwhile, the new Exit 20 sits between 333 and 339, which isn’t exactly “convenient” or “helpful” mathematically. But you know, I’ve always believed each state is supposed to be like its own little country. So maybe those words lose their meaning in the interstate translation. Let me tell you something. New Jersey is known for its tough, antagonistic drivers—folks who can fend for themselves on any road, anywhere, at any time. So as far as that goes, I can’t say I feel bad about asking my friends and family to visit me in my new home. But just because Jersey drivers are aggressive doesn’t mean they’re inhuman. They’re real people with real feelings. They’re as likely to lose their minds driving through Pennsylvania as anyone else. I can’t believe I just called them “they.” I guess it’s official. I’m a Pennsylvania driver now. Jonathan David Morris Web Site Contact Back to Top |
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Go ask Alice! Well, how much does she really know? If you think this gal plays with Easter Bunnies, you got the wrong broad . . . In today’s world the fond nostalgia of innocence in the 60’s is relegated to those who lived during the “beat goes on” generation. Most self-righteous detractors of that era want to carp that the youth were hippies and were nothing more than narcissists, consumed with self indulgence. Better that they would have been yuppies, and tax payers . . . follow the rules and salute the flag. How many times have you heard this crowd of defamers mock and condemn what they neither understand nor cherish? The irony that many of the most vocal critics are the very children of the radical generation, depicts the sorry condition of contemporary society. When Gracie Slick belts out:
The temptation to conclude that her White Rabbit simply extols that stimulants and altered states are the only refuge, fails to grasp the basic insight of her generation. And when she sings:
That only getting high provides the map to avoid the crash from chasing inaccurate schedules, misses the point. And when she ends with:
We should be open to this message, for it is the same that was penned by Charles Lutwidge Dodgson. If that name is just as strange as this narration, how will you be able to ask Alice? For the underdeveloped, you may recognize his pseudonym - Lewis Carroll. Chasing the rabbit is the life-long practice of all those little Alices that habitually swim in a pool of tears. Running from one place to another, never knowing where you are and who to follow, and never quite able to grow up. Always eager to track the Cheshire Cat and party at the Mad Tea Gala, just hoping to win at the game of croquet. Queen of Hearts, they all wish to be, while most are resigned to be only tarts. The hearts that are stolen beat within all the Alices who are rightly accused of being confused and living in a dream. Growth into adulthood has been absent from the mainstream population. The vast majority avoid new situations and are unable to adapt which is absolutely necessary for success and maturity. The Wonderland where they live was created for them as they cry their way on to the next encounter. Alice's size changes brought about a change in perspective, and she sees the world from a very different view. But the herd only sees the kind of reality that has been provided to them. That perspective is the altered state, and the rabbits just keep following the lettuce their feeders lay out for them down the path of stimulants, always under the threat of being beheaded. The Gryphons of this world don’t fly on Jefferson Airplanes. They mock the hares with melancholy songs as they serve up turtle soup to Alice and all her friends. Today, ‘PC’ Alices are never appalled with the lack of evidence or the ridiculousness of the proceedings against all the Knaves of Hearts. They are just the opposite of Lewis Carroll’s Alice. She refused to be intimidated by the bad logic of the court and the bluster of the King and Queen of Hearts. Now they fall all over themselves to be the Mad Hatter with the drowsy courage of a Dormouse. Oh, those March Hares that drink their tea under the delusion that babies turns into pigs, as the Queen delights in ordering executions. So we are supposed to believe that the 60’s generation ran amuck! Isn’t it the conformist that has their kids on ritalin? Aren’t the conventional the ones who take prozac? How about the orthodox that medicate themselves with every pharmacological prescription known to man? Yes, the mainstream are in need of drugs, because they are the dopes . . . However, the narcotics that they take all deaden and desensitize their humanity. They need the kind of medicine that will restore their awareness that their vaulted establishment is just as deranged and even more corrupt then its predecessor. Even ‘Joe Six Pack’ knows he is a drunk. But the retainers in the King of Hearts court are so dense, or are just plain nasty, brutal, and loud - that they are the real addicts. The meaning of the dissent that began some four decades ago sought to awaken a nation gone mad. The cry for personal freedom, tempered with social justice, was the byword for a generation disgusted with the hypocrisy and fraud of a system designed by elites, with the intent of enslavement. One need not follow Alan Ginsberg’s lifestyle to empathize with the “Howl” for authenticity. When the Wonderland becomes the nightmare, the flight from lunacy is the only sane route. Where is the essential dissent today? The opiate that was injected by way of government school education for today’s youth, has produced a livestock of zombies. The clones that rally and accept popular culture are a clan of “collectivists” cultists. There are no Easter Bunnies in this tale. Peter Cottontail isn’t giving Alice choc'late . . . this season. In the "olden days" they used to inject the urine of a woman into a rabbit. If the rabbit died, the woman was definitely pregnant. If the rabbit lived, she was not. Now, all the rabbits are dead and every Alice is gravid with a newborn for the STATE, and the kids will never eat at her Restaurant. That beat of Liberty has gone out . . . What a Wonderland for those rabbits still able to jump! SARTRE Web Site Contact Back to Top |
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