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Boston TEA Party, April 15, 2009

As Pastor Bruce and I boarded the train for Beantown on April 15th, we walked past a young family of four creating posters for the TEA Party.  The sight of a mother, father and two children exercising their most basic and precious of freedoms was inspiring and rekindled in me a sense of hope.  There, in that moment, a family enjoyed the liberties our Forefathers paid so dearly for - the right to free speech and to peaceably assemble.  And who knows what will come of it?  Perhaps sometime in the future, those young Americans will look back on the day that changed the course of our country.  Or perhaps they will find themselves on a federal watch list along with hundreds of thousands of other "right wing extremists".
 
Those right wing extremists are concerned about the direction this country has taken - and with good cause.  From redistributing wealth, to seeking control over the "free" market, this president drives the dagger of oppression deeper into the heart of capitalism. 
 
In less than one hundred days of the Obama administration, average citizens of every stripe have been targeted as potential enemies of the state, including soldiers returning from Iraq and Afganistan.  This probably plays well in San Francisco, but not middle America.  One would think that a rational solution to the so called problem of unrest might be to listen to the voices of those who feel disenfranchised and work to find common ground.  No, instead, this president labors to force feed us his socialist agenda even if he has to silence the opposition to do so.  Obama is determined to outlaw dissent and he has the MSM on his side.
 
The confronation one TEA attendee had with a CNN reporter, in another city, was very telling.  After cutting off the man's response, the "reporter" snidely asked if he was aware that he was eligible for a $400 tax credit.  Don't you just wish that interview ended just a little different?  Wouldn't it be nice if the guy said he wouldn't sell out his country for $400?  Or how about this one?  "The government gives me $400 and gives my grandchildren a bill for $400B!" 
 
There is something insidious about a government that fears its citizens.  Our government realizes it's power by the "consent of the governed".  Politicians from both major parties seem to have forgotten that and need to be reminded that they work for us, we don't work for them.  When public servants become the ruling class in fear of losing it's grip on power, the republic is in trouble.  And we are in trouble - with big brother threatening to reinstate the fairness doctrine and incorporate other schemes to shut people up.
 
Our right to speak up is is being threatened, but the events of April 15th are encouraging.  As the body ages, exercise is vital to good health.  So it is with our freedom.  By exercising our rights to protest, we bring the fight out of the dark alley and into the light of day.  We expose the shady, thug methodology of those who truly are enemies of the state and freedom.
 
The Boston crowd was reported to be around four hundred or so, but I'm sure it was much more than that if you consider that some had to leave early or couldn't arrive until later.  And let's not forget the majority of capitalists couldn't miss work because they need, well, capital.  Local radio talk show host, Michael Graham hosted an event later in the day on the Boston waterfront that drew hundreds of participants and the MSM was AWOL for most of it. 
 
Though hampered by a poor PA system at the Common, one didn't need to hear a word to understand the collective sentiment.  The gathering at the Boston Public Gardens shared a common view of our current situation with hundreds of thousands of others around our great country.  Government has gotten too big for our wallets.  Whether it be local, state or federal, governments at all levels have proven to have a rapacious, insatiable appetite for power and our hard earned cash. 
 
Look, no one wants to see anyone get hurt.  We know people with jobs in the public sector have families that need to be taken care of.  But, we also know there are many political hacks that our politicians are taking care of at our expense and the worst thing is, they seem to think their positions are recession-proof.  Gov. Patrick recently hired one of his cronies to fill an obscure position that hadn't been filled in twelve years.  How would you like a job with no staff and nothing to do for $175K per year?  Once the word got out, the hack had the good sense to quit.  All this while Patrick talks of raising the gas tax by nineteen cents per gallon!
 
Many of us in the private sector have seen our own incomes drop considerably in the last couple of years, if we're lucky enough to still have a job, and the last thing we need is to get hammered again with another gas tax or toll increase or whatever other excuse the powers that be can dream up to save the jobs of their political pals.  These assemblies of concerned citizens labored to send a message that maybe it's time for government to have a little compassion for those of us who actually pay the bill.  
 
All in all, it was a very uplifting day being with a large number of like-minded people for a change.  I even had the great pleasure of meeting fellow TH Blogger, MJSJR of MA.  Nice to meet you Mike.  You are a true patriot, unlike those who are doing everything in their power as fast as possible to destroy the greatest country in the history of the world.  Mr. Obama has overseen the largest debt increase this nation has ever known.  Some say he's accrued more national debt than all of his predecessors combined!  Maybe its time for liberals to reconsider their position on abortion.  We're going to need all the people we can get to pay it off.
 
 
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The Night Before Christmas

Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house,
not a creature was stirring, not even a louse.
 The wallets were hung by the chimney with care
in hopes that taxpayers soon would be there.
 Fannie and Freddie, were snug in their beds
while visions of bailouts danced in their heads.
 Frank and Dodd, a fine pair of crooks,
rewarded their cronies for cooking the books.
 When on the TV, news broke with a flash;
I sprang from my couch to count up my cash. 
 Away to the desk I ran with my cup 
tore open our statement and promptly threw up.
 Our nest egg had crashed along with the market;
a lifetime of work and no safe place to park it.
 When what to my horrified eyes did appear,
but a legion of Marxist engineers.
 With an articulate leader, born for this drama,
I knew in a instant it must be Obama.
 More patient than vultures his armies they came
to feast on our carcas, he called them by name.
 "On Harry, on Nancy, Kucinich and Schumer,
confiscate wealth from those greedy consumers!"
 From the streets of Wasilla, to the National Mall;
"Now tax away, tax away, tax away all!"
 Like vile opportunists on the wild market ride,
their agenda with sneaky intentions they hide.
 All through our freedoms they trampled about
and coerced from the people our right to speak out.
 And then in a moment I heard on the stoop
the scuffling crunch of each heavy boot.
 As I drew a tense breath and was turning around,
Barack and his storm troopers smashed the door down.
 He was dressed in Brioni from his head to his feet,
looking ever so sharp like the liberal elite.
 A bundle of dough he had flung on his back
for the poor CEOs and political hacks.
 His eyes were determined, his stare was so cold,
audacity, yes, his manner too bold.
 His chastising mouth was bent in a frown
as he went on to tear our dear country down.
 The butt of a Camel held tight in his fist
as he checked once again the names on his list.
 With cunning he'd carefully planned this assault;
"Don't blame me", he said, "its all Bush's fault".
 He was lanky and cut, a right fit human being,
but his luster diminished with what I was seeing.
 A vengeful eye and a shake of his head
soon gave me to know I had plenty to dread.
 He spoke lots of words as he went straight to work
and filled all the wallets with money and perks.
 The plan was conceived that we hard working stiffs
would pick up the tab for these onerous gifts.
My pockets they emptied, my cupboards left bare,
they then searched my sofa for change hidden there.
 To the convoy he went, with his thugs all in tow,
brushing their tracks from the new fallen snow.
 And then he took off for some deliberations
to surrender our land to the United Nations.
 But I heard him exclaim as they drove out of sight,
"Merry Christmas to all, from the good Reverend Wright!"
 
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