The Democrat machine is running out of gas — especially in Massachusetts. Perhaps that’s the price of opposition to drilling for more fuel. The weak gusts of hot air from their wind turbines seem to be waning and they’ve not only last-resorted to name calling but, once again, are proving their disconnect with the American people. Scott Brown is now being labeled a radical by the Stalinist vultures in Washington.
From their far left perch, I’m sure Conservatives look that way. Brown has pointed out the seat he is seeking is THE PEOPLE’S SEAT, not that of Kennedy or the Democrats. Now, there’s a radical idea! It’s just that kind of thinking that other radicals like Washington, Jefferson, Madison and their ilk crafted into the greatest nation on earth. You know, the arrogant, decadent place we live — the one our ‘change merchants’ are trying to destroy with their totalitarian policies.
As a last ditch effort, Democrats are trying to associate Brown with the ‘Tea Bag’ movement as if that would be his undoing. Do they not understand that what they consider a derogatory term is actually the voice of the people crying out to be heard or do they care so little about our will and their own political futures? In 1776, tea-baggers were called patriots; ironically, today’s patriots are called tea-baggers.
I’m relieved to see the likes of Clinton and Obama trying to effect the rescue of yet another corrupt crony. For a while, I was afraid ‘the kiss of death’ wouldn’t show up — everywhere Obama has gone the Democrat candidate went down in flames! Now it’s time for Acorn and the SEIU thugs to show up, over-register, fabricate and revive dead voters. Because of their usual skullduggery, Scott Brown will need more than his current four point lead in the polls to pull this one out.
Whether he actually beats Coakley or only comes close, of two things we can be sure: The Left will find a way [like employing the 51 vote Nuclear Option] to ram some version of Obamacare down our throats and, in November, all participating culprits will pay an historically heavy price for their offensive actions.
R.S.F.
I received this e-Mail from a friend the other day and would like to share the stories with you in case you haven’t seen them. Any resemblance between version number two and the current government regime’s method of operation is purely intentional.
Whether or not the saga of that boy thought to be in the runaway balloon is true or some kind of hoax, the family should be receiving a pretty hefty bill for search and rescue resources that were put into play. Should be, but I’m not holding my breath. They never seem to charge those goofy-Guses who go out and get stuck on a mountain because “it was there,” so I doubt this will be any different.
It has been widely mis-reported in the government media that the acting president has received The Nobel Peace Prize. Since I couldn’t believe such a prestigious organization would honor non-achievement so publicly, without the recipient or recipients’ direct involvement in international terrorism, I investigated.
After observing Barack Hussein Obama on the campaign trail and during his first six months in Washington, 
Guess Who’s Coming To Dinner
Thanksgiving was, after all, an important holiday. If there were no Thanksgiving, how would we know that Christmas and New Years were coming — not to mention Hanukah, Kwanza and a host of other traditional holidays? Some folks called it ‘Turkey Day‘, although Thomas had never been told exactly why. He knew the words must have some kind of very special meaning, because no one ever talked about Thanksgiving without talking about turkeys. He closed his eyes and pictured himself as guest of honor at such a glorious celebration. M-m-m-m — pass the cranberries!
At school, he learned revisionist history about people called Pilgrims who were so dopey that when their boat first came to America it landed on a rock and they didn’t even know how to feed or clothe themselves. The Indians (They didn’t become Native-Americans for another 300 years), who were already here, had to show them how to do everything — and to say thanks, the Pilgrims slaughtered every last one of them! Then they had a big feast to celebrate the butchery and called it Thanksgiving.
Somehow, that didn’t sound right to Thomas. I mean, why would the Pilgrims kill all the people who were helping them? Besides, the Pilgrims were religious people and knew that God wouldn’t like that. There must be another explanation for Thanksgiving and he was determined to find it — and to find out about the important role that turkeys play in the festivities. Another story that sounded more plausible was told to him by the wise old Grandpa Turkey who sat by the big brown tree stump at the head of the barnyard.
It seems that the Pilgrims who landed on the rock had an arrangement where all the people would put everything they made or grew into a big storehouse. Then when somebody needed something, they would just take it. From each according to his ability to each according to his need sounded pretty good, at first. But some people were lazy and let others do the work — yet they took as much as anyone else from the big storehouse. The people who did all the work said, “The heck with this noise!” and stopped working. With no one producing anything, they all nearly starved.
The head Pilgrim said, “Okay, from now on each individual keeps whatever he creates and can use it, sell it, or trade it for other things he needs. The free market system worked and so did all the people! They even traded with the Indians and invited them to the first celebration of their new found prosperity — a celebration of Capitalism which today we know as Thanksgiving!
Even though the wise old turkey’s story made more sense, it still didn’t explain why some people called the day, ‘Turkey Day’. When Thomas told of his dream to be invited to the glorious celebration, the horrified Grandpa Turkey exclaimed, “Holy giblets! Have you lost your head?”
Once the special role of the turkey was fully explained, Thomas began to tremble. It was only then that he noticed the shiny metal thing with a long wooden handle on top of the brown wooden stump, and heard the squeak of the gate as farmer Fred entered the pen. Thomas quickly sucked in his chest and tried to look smaller.
As Thanksgiving approaches, I think about Thomas a great deal and look forward to a festive holiday with family and friends — as well as with our guest of honor. Remember just like elections, wishes have consequences.
HAPPY THANKSGIVING!
R.S.F
