Whenever conservatives speak out against a liberal sacred cow such as abortion, illegal alien amnesty, gun control, social welfare or the like, some whiney Democrat will start comparing them to Nazis. When Wisconsin Governor Scott Walker and the Republican controlled legislature, trying to save their state from bankruptcy, ended the collective bargaining power of government unions, Ohio Democrat Senator, Sherrod Brown, claiming to have studied history, stooped to the same old blather and compared them with Hitler and Stalin, accusing them of being anti-union.
The line of thinking goes, Hitler was opposed to trade unions, therefore Scott Walker is a Hitler because he wants to destroy unions. The fact that Governor Walker is trying to save the union members' jobs which will be lost if Wisconsin defaults on its debt is lost on the poor, ignorant souls rioting in the streets.
As always, truth has no meaning for a liberal. Hitler may well have hated unions, but he had a personal army, a band of well organized and trained thugs called the SA, or the Brown Shirts, that terrorized innocent civilians, disrupted government assemblies, and basically bullied the country into accepting the Nazi Party. Kind of like what's going on in Wisconsin.
In Wisconsin well organized union members, backed by no less that the president himself, stormed and vandalized the State Capitol building, caused mayhem, disturbed the peace, and threatened to kill Governor Walker and other Republican lawmakers.
The Nazis were infamous for murdering innocent people, mostly Jews, and experimenting with body parts for their own sadistic purposes. To a liberal, the most sacred right is a woman's "right to choose." What that really means is the right to end through the most sadistic means the life of innocent babies, which they have done to the tune of over 50 million since 1973. Then they justify the practice by experimenting with stem-cell research to supposedly fight disease, a practice that has been proven over and over to be fruitless and also unnecessary, because adult stem-cell research has already been successfully used.
So who is actually more akin to the Nazis? Conservatives stand for the Constitution and the rule of law. Everything liberals stand for and do is Nazi - esque in nature, and hypocritical in practice.
Liberals preach tolerance, but they are only tolerant of those who agree with them. Anyone opposed is shouted down, bullied, threatened and compared to Nazis.
Liberals preach equality for all including feminists, minorities, illegal aliens and gays. Conservatives and babies, however, are undeserving.
Liberals preach the redistribution of wealth to level the playing field and give everyone equal opportunity, as long as their own wealth is not touched in the process.
Liberals preach that war is illegal without congressional approval and condemn conservative efforts to end tyranny around the world, but when they gain power they deploy troops relentlessly to fight illegal wars without congressional approval. Take Libya for example.
Liberals sanctimoniously intone that we cannot police the world when conservatives control the government, but then boldly declare that we are the world's policeman when they are in charge.
Liberals piously preach "separation of church and state" whenever anything Christian is mentioned in public schools or allowed on government property (something the Founding Fathers would most gladly have approved of), but are silent or even approving when Islamic practices or sharia law are taught in the same public schools or promoted in government facilities.
Liberals demand gun control laws in order to overturn the 2nd Amendment, but like liberal columnist Carl Rowan, keep a gun for their own security just in case.
Liberals abhor hate speech and violence until they can't get their own way, and then like a gang of unfed cry-babies they spew the most hateful vitriol and promote violent action against conservatives.
You get the picture. The real American Nazis are not Governor Scott Walker or conservative politicians or pundits, they are Sherrod Brown, Michael Moore, and the government union workers who have taken to the streets and broken the law in order to try and force their way on the State of Wisconsin. Their agenda, of course, will lead to bankruptcy and the eventual loss of their own jobs. How insanely blind liberals, the real American Nazis, really are.
Sunday, March 27, 2011
Thursday, March 24, 2011
Liberty or Death
On this date in 1775 one of the great patriotic speeches in all history was given. The speaker is sometimes overlooked because of his opposition to the Constitution many years later, but until the rise of George Washington, there was no greater patriot, or outspoken colonial leader than Patrick Henry. Henry was a firebrand, an early leader of the colonists seeking independence from Great Britain.
Independence was his theme long before other revolutionary leaders came on board. When the Stamp Act was passed in Britain taxing the colonies to pay for her wars, the colonists objected. But while most of the colonists were hoping to work out their differences with the mother country, Henry, in the Virginia House of Burgesses on May 30, 1765, warned the tyrant King George III that "Caesar had his Brutus and Charles had his Cromwell." But the notion that the King should be assassinated was too much for many and when several cried out, "Treason!", Henry wisely backed off and said, "and King George ... may profit by their example. If this be treason, make the most of it."
He had nearly hung his neck in the collar, but he wasn't about to be deterred. Ten years later Henry arrived at the St. John's Church in Richmond, Virginia. All 61 counties of Virginia were represented in the church. A howling March wind blew and a light snow fell on the church steps. The Convention was opened by the Speaker of the House, Peyton Randolph. Randolph was a former King's Attorney, and a hardy opponent of Patrick Henry.
Henry sat impatiently while the Convention waffled and passed some meaningless resolutions that addressed none of the issues at hand. On the third day he proposed legislation to establish a militia and to arm the people for their own defense. It was a call to arms, a challenge for those who were timid to stand up and join the struggle. He spoke of "Liberty" with an emphasis no one had heard before. He stood straight and tall, his face radiating defiance, his voice strong and sure.
Mr. President, no man thinks more highly than I do of the patriotism, as well as abilities, of the very worthy gentlemen who have just addressed this house.
He was respectful of all those with differing opinions, but his purpose was to elevate their thinking to a higher plane. He would consider himself guilty of treason to his country and disloyal to "the majesty of Heaven," if he did not speak out.
He challenged the representatives to see the "painful truth," making reference to Isaiah chapter six. Are we disposed to be of the number of those who, having eyes see not, and having ears, hear not, the things which so nearly concern their temporal salvation? He then declares that he is "willing to know the whole truth. . . ."
He reviews the history of the colonists and their struggle against tyranny and concludes that there is no room for any hope of reconciliation. An appeal to arms and to the God of Hosts is all that is left us.
Henry was a devout Christian, a member of the Presbyterian Church. References to God were common in his speeches and writing. Here he appeals to Americans to trust the Highest for help in the battle that will come. There is a just God who presides over the destinies of nations, and who will raise up friends to fight our battles for us. The battle, sir, is not to the strong alone; it is to the vigilant, the active, the brave.
One listener reported that Henry's "voice, countenance and gestures gave irresistible force to his words...." Henry's passion grew as he declared, "The war is inevitable - and let it come! I repeat sir, let it come!" He rebuked those who cried for peace when there was no peace, and challenged them not to sit idle when their brothers were already at arms.
Then with his arms extended high, his brow thrown back, and every sinew of his being exposing the burden of his soul, he proclaimed the words that have become immortal.
Is life so dear, or peace so sweet, as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery? Forbid it Almighty God! I know not what course others may take; but as for me, give me liberty or give me death!
The speech was a trumpet call that electrified the colonies. It stirred the hearts of all those who loved Liberty. It was the spark that moved the Continental Congress to declare Independence.
I wonder where are the Patrick Henrys of today? Where is the one man in our government who will stand on principle rather than entrenchment, and say he would prefer death to enslavement? Where is the man who will stand up to the liberal Democrat political machine that is taking us into tyranny? Where is the man who will stand up to the weak-kneed Republicans and tell them to get some backbone?
The sad irony is that today we don't need someone to say "Liberty or Death" to a foreign king, we need someone to say it to our own Congress. And if we don't stand up and say it now, someday soon we won't be able to stand up or say it at all. Liberty or death was the battle cry of freedom for patriots 235 years ago. It needs to be our battle cry now. "Give me liberty or give me death."
Independence was his theme long before other revolutionary leaders came on board. When the Stamp Act was passed in Britain taxing the colonies to pay for her wars, the colonists objected. But while most of the colonists were hoping to work out their differences with the mother country, Henry, in the Virginia House of Burgesses on May 30, 1765, warned the tyrant King George III that "Caesar had his Brutus and Charles had his Cromwell." But the notion that the King should be assassinated was too much for many and when several cried out, "Treason!", Henry wisely backed off and said, "and King George ... may profit by their example. If this be treason, make the most of it."
He had nearly hung his neck in the collar, but he wasn't about to be deterred. Ten years later Henry arrived at the St. John's Church in Richmond, Virginia. All 61 counties of Virginia were represented in the church. A howling March wind blew and a light snow fell on the church steps. The Convention was opened by the Speaker of the House, Peyton Randolph. Randolph was a former King's Attorney, and a hardy opponent of Patrick Henry.
Henry sat impatiently while the Convention waffled and passed some meaningless resolutions that addressed none of the issues at hand. On the third day he proposed legislation to establish a militia and to arm the people for their own defense. It was a call to arms, a challenge for those who were timid to stand up and join the struggle. He spoke of "Liberty" with an emphasis no one had heard before. He stood straight and tall, his face radiating defiance, his voice strong and sure.
Mr. President, no man thinks more highly than I do of the patriotism, as well as abilities, of the very worthy gentlemen who have just addressed this house.
He was respectful of all those with differing opinions, but his purpose was to elevate their thinking to a higher plane. He would consider himself guilty of treason to his country and disloyal to "the majesty of Heaven," if he did not speak out.
He challenged the representatives to see the "painful truth," making reference to Isaiah chapter six. Are we disposed to be of the number of those who, having eyes see not, and having ears, hear not, the things which so nearly concern their temporal salvation? He then declares that he is "willing to know the whole truth. . . ."
He reviews the history of the colonists and their struggle against tyranny and concludes that there is no room for any hope of reconciliation. An appeal to arms and to the God of Hosts is all that is left us.
Henry was a devout Christian, a member of the Presbyterian Church. References to God were common in his speeches and writing. Here he appeals to Americans to trust the Highest for help in the battle that will come. There is a just God who presides over the destinies of nations, and who will raise up friends to fight our battles for us. The battle, sir, is not to the strong alone; it is to the vigilant, the active, the brave.
One listener reported that Henry's "voice, countenance and gestures gave irresistible force to his words...." Henry's passion grew as he declared, "The war is inevitable - and let it come! I repeat sir, let it come!" He rebuked those who cried for peace when there was no peace, and challenged them not to sit idle when their brothers were already at arms.
Then with his arms extended high, his brow thrown back, and every sinew of his being exposing the burden of his soul, he proclaimed the words that have become immortal.
Is life so dear, or peace so sweet, as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery? Forbid it Almighty God! I know not what course others may take; but as for me, give me liberty or give me death!
The speech was a trumpet call that electrified the colonies. It stirred the hearts of all those who loved Liberty. It was the spark that moved the Continental Congress to declare Independence.
I wonder where are the Patrick Henrys of today? Where is the one man in our government who will stand on principle rather than entrenchment, and say he would prefer death to enslavement? Where is the man who will stand up to the liberal Democrat political machine that is taking us into tyranny? Where is the man who will stand up to the weak-kneed Republicans and tell them to get some backbone?
The sad irony is that today we don't need someone to say "Liberty or Death" to a foreign king, we need someone to say it to our own Congress. And if we don't stand up and say it now, someday soon we won't be able to stand up or say it at all. Liberty or death was the battle cry of freedom for patriots 235 years ago. It needs to be our battle cry now. "Give me liberty or give me death."
Saturday, March 5, 2011
My People
While I was at the Marine Corps Basic School in Quantico, Virginia, in 1982, a black colleague of mine accused me one day in front of our entire platoon of being a racist because I had graduated from Bob Jones University. He knew nothing else about me, but he hated me because he was sure I was a racist.
I hope the evidence of my life tells a different story. I am interracially married to a woman I met in the Philippines, and together in the mid-90's, we worked with black kids in an inner-city ministry through our church in Denver, Colorado. Then we came here to Kenya twelve years ago this month to work as missionaries among black African people. Last September our guard at our house, Ezekiel, who had worked for us the entire time we've been here suddenly died, leaving three orphaned girls in our care. (His wife had died three years earlier.) We paid for the funeral, and then put the girls in schools and are caring for their needs at this moment.
Racism is a two way street and there are many influences that may cause someone to be racist. I was in the ninth grade when desegregation came to my school in Denver. We had a welcome day for the fifty or so kids that came over, and I made it a point to try and make friends with them. One boy in particular, named Larry, was friendly to me and we often did things together at lunch, until one day as we were walking across the playground another black kid came up and Larry said to him, "Let's go hit some white boys on the chest." I stopped and looked at him with my mouth agape. They looked at me and then took off, got a little gang of eight or ten together and started terrorizing white kids across the playground. They didn't come after me and the only thing I can think is that I had tried to be friends with Larry so they left me alone.
Later that summer I was playing baseball. Our team had just beaten a team from a black neighborhood. After the game we sat down to watch the next game being played. While we watched the black kids from the team we had beaten came over and started harassing us and then started hitting some of our players. Our coach told us at first to ignore them, but when we couldn't we went to our cars and left. Interestingly enough, we had two black kids on our team. The confrontation started with the losing players calling those two boys the n-word.
Two years later in 1971, at South High School over two hundred black kids were bussed in to our school. Tensions were high and only two weeks into the school year they rioted, going down the hallways, breaking out windows and causing general mayhem. Police cars were out in the parking lot for about four days before everything got back to normal. Of course, normal was never the same after that, but I had plenty of negative influence in my life about black people, and it all came from black people.
And now I'm in Kenya taking care of three orphaned girls along with the rest of our work because no one in their large extended family is either willing or able to take the girls in. Let the "wazungu" (white people) do it is the attitude.
I lay this foundation because I am fed up with a society that will lay a charge of racism against any white person for anything they do or say with or about a black person that is not deemed to be "politically correct." I am tired of hearing the MSM accusing the Tea Party movement of racism simply because they favor conservative causes. I'm tired of a president, pandering to small minds, accusing anybody who opposes his agenda of racism while he violates the law and his oath of office and systematically destroys the Constitution.
This president, who was going to bring the people together and heal the racial divide among us, has done more to promote racism and drive a wedge between the races than any president in our history.
This past week Attorney General Eric Holder defended his decision not to prosecute the New Black Panthers, who had illegally intimidated people at polling places in Philadelphia during the 2008 elections trying to prevent them from voting for Republican candidates. You know the people they were intimidating, of course, were white. Holder's excuse was that to prosecute these thugs after black people had to fight for their own right to vote in the 60's would be a disservice to "my people."
My people? Is he talking about a different people than the American people? Whatever happened to the melting pot? What about e pluribus unum, "out of the many, one?" Out of the many that have come to our shores we are supposed to be one people. Apparently, Al Gore's ignorantly redefined version, "out of the one, many," is what we are now. And it has nothing to do with white people being racist.
It has to do with different racial groups holding onto their ethnic backgrounds and cultures and refusing either to become or to be American. John Wayne said it well in a recording called, The Hyphen:
The Hyphen, Webster's Dictionary defines, Is a symbol used to divide a compound word or a single word. So it seems to me that when a man calls himself an "Afro-American," a "Mexican American," Italian-American," an "Irish-American," "Jewish-American," what he is saying is, "I'm a divided American."
That is the whole problem. Instead of people working together to build a stronger America, we have black racists in our government intentionally dividing the country in order to find some kind of advantage for "their people." If Eric Holder is the Attorney General for only "his people" and not for all Americans, he needs to go.
I'll tell you who my people are. My people are Americans. My maternal grandparents immigrated from the Netherlands. They were Americans of Dutch descent, but they became Americans. My wife immigrated from the Philippines. She is an American of Filipino descent, but she is an American. If the problems in our country are going to be fixed, they are going to be fixed because We the People are Americans, and We the American People work together to fix them. If we remain divided without a singular national identity America as a nation will not survive.
Duke Wayne ended his discourse on The Hyphen with this:
So you be wise in your decision, and that little line won't cause division. Let's join hands with one another, for in this land, each man's your brother. United we stand, divided we fall. We're Americans, and that says it all.
God bless America, and God bless all who are truly Americans, no matter what color or ethnicity they are. These are My People.
I hope the evidence of my life tells a different story. I am interracially married to a woman I met in the Philippines, and together in the mid-90's, we worked with black kids in an inner-city ministry through our church in Denver, Colorado. Then we came here to Kenya twelve years ago this month to work as missionaries among black African people. Last September our guard at our house, Ezekiel, who had worked for us the entire time we've been here suddenly died, leaving three orphaned girls in our care. (His wife had died three years earlier.) We paid for the funeral, and then put the girls in schools and are caring for their needs at this moment.
Racism is a two way street and there are many influences that may cause someone to be racist. I was in the ninth grade when desegregation came to my school in Denver. We had a welcome day for the fifty or so kids that came over, and I made it a point to try and make friends with them. One boy in particular, named Larry, was friendly to me and we often did things together at lunch, until one day as we were walking across the playground another black kid came up and Larry said to him, "Let's go hit some white boys on the chest." I stopped and looked at him with my mouth agape. They looked at me and then took off, got a little gang of eight or ten together and started terrorizing white kids across the playground. They didn't come after me and the only thing I can think is that I had tried to be friends with Larry so they left me alone.
Later that summer I was playing baseball. Our team had just beaten a team from a black neighborhood. After the game we sat down to watch the next game being played. While we watched the black kids from the team we had beaten came over and started harassing us and then started hitting some of our players. Our coach told us at first to ignore them, but when we couldn't we went to our cars and left. Interestingly enough, we had two black kids on our team. The confrontation started with the losing players calling those two boys the n-word.
Two years later in 1971, at South High School over two hundred black kids were bussed in to our school. Tensions were high and only two weeks into the school year they rioted, going down the hallways, breaking out windows and causing general mayhem. Police cars were out in the parking lot for about four days before everything got back to normal. Of course, normal was never the same after that, but I had plenty of negative influence in my life about black people, and it all came from black people.
And now I'm in Kenya taking care of three orphaned girls along with the rest of our work because no one in their large extended family is either willing or able to take the girls in. Let the "wazungu" (white people) do it is the attitude.
I lay this foundation because I am fed up with a society that will lay a charge of racism against any white person for anything they do or say with or about a black person that is not deemed to be "politically correct." I am tired of hearing the MSM accusing the Tea Party movement of racism simply because they favor conservative causes. I'm tired of a president, pandering to small minds, accusing anybody who opposes his agenda of racism while he violates the law and his oath of office and systematically destroys the Constitution.
This president, who was going to bring the people together and heal the racial divide among us, has done more to promote racism and drive a wedge between the races than any president in our history.
This past week Attorney General Eric Holder defended his decision not to prosecute the New Black Panthers, who had illegally intimidated people at polling places in Philadelphia during the 2008 elections trying to prevent them from voting for Republican candidates. You know the people they were intimidating, of course, were white. Holder's excuse was that to prosecute these thugs after black people had to fight for their own right to vote in the 60's would be a disservice to "my people."
My people? Is he talking about a different people than the American people? Whatever happened to the melting pot? What about e pluribus unum, "out of the many, one?" Out of the many that have come to our shores we are supposed to be one people. Apparently, Al Gore's ignorantly redefined version, "out of the one, many," is what we are now. And it has nothing to do with white people being racist.
It has to do with different racial groups holding onto their ethnic backgrounds and cultures and refusing either to become or to be American. John Wayne said it well in a recording called, The Hyphen:
The Hyphen, Webster's Dictionary defines, Is a symbol used to divide a compound word or a single word. So it seems to me that when a man calls himself an "Afro-American," a "Mexican American," Italian-American," an "Irish-American," "Jewish-American," what he is saying is, "I'm a divided American."
That is the whole problem. Instead of people working together to build a stronger America, we have black racists in our government intentionally dividing the country in order to find some kind of advantage for "their people." If Eric Holder is the Attorney General for only "his people" and not for all Americans, he needs to go.
I'll tell you who my people are. My people are Americans. My maternal grandparents immigrated from the Netherlands. They were Americans of Dutch descent, but they became Americans. My wife immigrated from the Philippines. She is an American of Filipino descent, but she is an American. If the problems in our country are going to be fixed, they are going to be fixed because We the People are Americans, and We the American People work together to fix them. If we remain divided without a singular national identity America as a nation will not survive.
Duke Wayne ended his discourse on The Hyphen with this:
So you be wise in your decision, and that little line won't cause division. Let's join hands with one another, for in this land, each man's your brother. United we stand, divided we fall. We're Americans, and that says it all.
God bless America, and God bless all who are truly Americans, no matter what color or ethnicity they are. These are My People.
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