Where Do We Go From Here? 10 Points!

The tide of change has hit America, but it is not what President Obama or the Liberal Congress members had expected.  Progressive and Socialistic legislation have ignited a backlash of American public opinion, which has caught them unaware. Or has it?

When under President Bush, amnesty for illegal immigrants was foisted upon the voters and they resoundingly said no.  Under President Clinton health care reform fell flat on its' face after the people said no.  Under President Reagan that Air Traffic Controllers Union was broken and it made our skies safer, yet President Obama wants to place a nominee in a position that wants to unionize the Transportation Safety workers. We can go on with grievances, but what we must focus on is how to prevent or stop them.

That is just what ordinary and everyday American citizens are doing today.  Previously silent people, who skipped voting in elections, who shucked the newspaper aside, only using it to line the bird cage or cat box or wrap that special item in a packing box, or switched from the news to watch American Idol are speaking out.  People are angry over uncapped spending and threats of further taxes and spending.  They are angry over the violation of their Constitutional and Civil rights by a Congress who feel they are far superior to the mere citizen. A Congress who they believe understand nothing about the legislation they debate.

There is no greater fool than one who feels they are smarter than all of the rest.  You may quote me on that!  The great populace of this wonderful Nation contains a vast and superior repository of expertise and knowledge.  Knowledge and expertise that Congress and our President would do well to heed.  With the advent of the internet and 24 hours cable / satellite news, now, even the stay at home Mom knows more about the Money Market Funds or the Iran Uprisings than apparently many members of Congress.

So, what do we do to get our voices heard?  With the falling like flies of the recent members of Congress from seeking re-election, I'd say, we are on the right path!  Here are my suggestions, please feel free to add to them:

1 - Continue to host Tea Party Rallies - Don't let them think we gave up or have lost strength.  Mass rallies play well on You Tube, Facebook and TV.

2 - Continue to picket the offices of your elected officials who refuse to hear your petitions.  Choose select days and times when it would make the most impact.  Sitting out there everyday only will make you look like a kook in the eyes of the news and public opinion.

3 - Don't stop Calling, Faxing, E-mailing your elected officials.  I found written letters, posted through the US mail will get responses.  Faxes are next best and E-mails get standard replies.  Phone calls disturb and will get you a real person in many cases, if you are persistent.

4 - Register to VOTE, which I am sure you are already.  However, encourage friends and family to register.  If you have the time, energy and commitment join a political party and be active.  Here you can make a tremendous influence.

5 - Write to your local newspapers editorials. Voice your opinion, get your view out there!

6 - Read, Read, Read..... Not just the news, but learn by reading books put out by all sides of the argument. If you are ready to debate a subject, know it! Listen to the other side's talk shows, hear what they are saying and form your reply with knowledge.  Strength comes from knowledge!

7 - Never argue with an idiot.  There will be those who refuse to fight fair in an honest debate.  No matter what you say or do, they will be belligerent and impossible to exchange with.  Know when to break away and find a better forum.

8 - Always be CIVIL! Never let anyone get to your last nerve.

9 - Don't Preach! - No one likes a person who pushes their beliefs upon another.  Best way to win someone over is by actions, they speak better than words.

10 - Network - Reach out to those who are of like mind.  Networking expands your reach and opens new avenues as well as avenues.  You never know what opportunity will appear around the next corner.

Know lastly, and I credit this to Herman Cain, Talk Show Host, who said all Liberals / Progressives S.I.N.
In any debate they will:
S = Switch The Subject
I = Ignore The Facts
N = Name Call

Be armed and beware.  May the Conservative Force be with you!

America Rising: An Open Letter to Democrat Politicians

RHINOs, this is for you too!

The Spirit Of Christmas

This past year has been a hard year for our family and friends.  With the drop in the housing market our income has taken a big hit.  Friends have lost work, job opportunities for family have dried up and dreams for a better future put on hold.  To add to the pile, health concerns have hit many of us hard, reminding us of our mortality.

Yet throughout all of our individual trials and tribulations, each of us had the knowledge and security of the love and friendship of family and friends dear to us.  Their strength and encouragement carried us through these times.  So, as this Christmas Holiday comes upon us, we have thought hard the best way to repay  each and everyone back for their love and support. 

It is easy to walk into a store, pluck your money down and walk out with a purchase which just may or may not be the perfect gift.  How easy to open a catalogue, place an order and never have to leave the comfort of your couch.  But, this year is different.  This year requires something different.  It requires a gift that gives as well as honors the recipient.

This Christmas, we are making donations to a couple of worthy charities in honor of our family and friends.  We have chosen the Wounded Warrior Project and St. Jude’s Children Hospital.  They were chosen from a long list of worthy charities, and they are many.  Some, we had already donated to during the year.  How easy to give a wrapped gift and not care if they place it in a closet or re-gift it.  Your duty was done.  But to say to someone you love and care about, “You gave me a gift of yourself, now I am passing that along to others who need that very precious gift, as well. Thank you!” 

What better gift than to pass on the love and friendship you have received onto others!  What better way to say, Merry Christmas, and Happy Hanukkah.

Razzle Dazzle Legislation & B.S.

Why is it that I feel we are having a razzle dazzle job done on us as the voting public?  Daily we are assaulted with none stop news alerts declaring the latest on the Health Care Bills in both the Senate and House, Cap and Trade Bill, ACORN appropriation and scandal, Card Check, Military appropriations, Unemployment extensions and so on and so on.  My head is spinning and that is the point!

Anyone who ever went to a town carnival or walked down New York City 42nd Street would be dazzled by the non-stop con artists who would cause you to look left when they used their right hand to pick your pocket. Only, today, you needn’t leave the now comfortable chair in your living room to have your pocket picked. We are being fleeced by our elected officials in Congress and the White House as they distract us with glossy speeches as they raise the national debt, to use President Obama’s favorite word, to an “unsustainable” level.

As our country nears bankruptcy, Congress pushes for a Health Care Bill that the national debt can not support, nor the individual citizen can afford.  Fortunately, some Congressional members are now asking, just what is our national priority, paying for the military and their actions across the globe or a pie in the sky 2000 page unpopular Health Care Bill?

Today, Hollywood celebrities jet off to Copenhagen to support a Climate Change International Pact, while disregarding their selfish carbon footprint.  Former Vice President Al Gore sells himself for a mere $1209 per person to guests at the Copenhagen Global Climate event. Meanwhile, Climategate breaks out as the European Union and Australia go conservative and elect anti-Global Warming alarmist to the conference. But, TV commercials still tout the progressives call to personal responsibility in preventing further global warming.  Even GOOGLE’s web search engine turns left and makes it harder to search using the words global warming.  Hum, conspiracy?

Other, international treaties being pushed by the United Nations attempt to not only demand our compliance in a socialist global agenda, but also try to force us to relinquish our 2nd amendment rights to gun ownership and parental control of our own children in our own homes. And the razzle dazzle goes on!

I can’t scratch the surface of the dazzling political dancing being done to confuse and blind us to what is being slide past us.  We must catch on fast to put the brakes on the dizzying dances.

Just read the lyrics from the musical CHICAGO and see past the glitter:

Give 'em the old razzle dazzle
Razzle Dazzle 'em
Give 'em an act with lots of flash in it
And the reaction will be passionate
Give 'em the old hocus pocus
Bead and feather 'em
How can they see with sequins in their eyes?

What if your hinges all are rusting?
What if, in fact, you're just disgusting?
Razzle dazzle 'em
And they;ll never catch wise!

As you read the lyrics and the song plays in your head, just picture in your mind the faces of Nancy Pelosi, Harry Reid, Barney Frank and Charles Rangel.  I’m sue some of you also have your own personal favorites, but I think you already got the point.

If you find a Razzle Dazzle being pushed past us, post it here and let’s see if we can get it stopped!

Boo Boo Bear Makes It Better

As usual it's always a SNAFU!  I needed knee replacement surgery and delayed it for at least two years.  The deterioration of the cartilage in the joint had accelerated and could no longer be ignored. Thankfully, the knee replacement went very smoothly.  The debacle started up just afterward.  Resting comfortable in my hospital room, two friends, who just got married the day before, popped in for a visit. (They changed to an earlier wedding date, just so I could attend!  How wonderfully sweet!) This blissful couple came by and brought a wonderfully large box of chocolates, sat and chatted.

All of the sudden, out of the blue, I turned REAL GREEN and HURLED! All of the liquid diet forced upon me had decided I didn't need the nutritional intake.  If I hadn't hit the puke bucket, I probably have hit the opposite wall over 6 feet away.  My girlfriend, Bliss ran out of the room for a nurse and the newlywed husband, poor Bruce held the bucket and tried to keep his eyes away from the gross green sludge filling the tiny bucket.  All the while he stoked my hair and cooed words of comfort.  I felt worse for his situation than I physically felt ill over mine!  Bless both their hearts!  Needless to say their visit was cut very short.

So the medical staff rushes in, put me on anti-nausea meds and continued the liquid diet.  Lo and Behold, I do the same thing the next day, this time with the nurse and her assistant in the room.  And they are scratching their heads  as to why my stomach felt better turned inside out than right side in.  All I could say, it was one heck of a way to lose the extra pounds!

Now, I get a sharp pain in the calf of the surgery leg.  They scramble to do an ultra sound, looking for a possible blood clot.  No clot, that's good.  Gee Wiz, I wanted an excuse to get out of the room for a change of scenery, anyway!  Uh, can you push me one more time around the block for a lark?
 

Just when you'd think, it would start to go smoothly, I get severe leg cramps.  They run a blood test that showed my potassium, magnesium and iron was desperately low, causing an irregular heart rate.  The cramps were so severe, I was SCREAMING in pain, something I do not do!  My leg felt like it was solid granite from my hip to my foot.  They gave me the potassium and magnesium in pill form and an IV for the IRON.  They also included Ativan for anxiety and they claim, to relax the muscles.  It took close to 6 hours before the pain level became bearable.  It was the worst pain I have EVER felt.  When my appendix burst, shoulder or foot broke, none ever hurt this bad! TRUE STORY!

The second I saw the IV bag for the iron, I immediately questioned whether I would have an allergic reaction.  The solution was red and I am highly allergic to iodine, beta-dine and red dye.  A short time later, of course, I broke out in hives and my IV bag of iron had to be removed.  A new IV had to be reinserted in the opposite arm with the iron supplement discontinued.

Now, I develop a fever, with no explanations.  They send me for a chest X Ray to look for pneumonia.  No Pneumonia.  They wake me up every 1/2 to 1 hour to take my temp and blood pressure. 

Because of the torn rotator cuffs in both of my shoulders, it's real difficult trying to use the walker, but, I am getting better at it. I've managed to step on each of my five cat's tails or paws.  When a larger immobile object meets a much smaller quicker object, what do you think would happen?

M E O R W!!!!  S C H R E I C H!!!!!!!!!!

Last night was a horror with the aches and nausea.  They added in a new medication into the new IV, which blew the new IV.  Quess what, run another newer new, new IV.  They gave me the newest meds in the newest new, new one.  And what do you think they did? (Maybe we can set this to the tune, "The Bear Came Over The Mountain..") They blew the newest, new, new IV.  The Nurse, "Gerald" had to rerun the IV again, because of the swelling and reaction around the site.  He, too blew a vein he was working on and tried for 45 mins to find a clean new vein.  Frustrated, he called in the hospital top gun, a Nurse from Recovery.

She was so sweet and worked for 1 1/2 hours looking for a vein, yet, even she
blew one vein, until she was finally able to find a usable vein at the side of my wrist.  The only reason I needed to keep an IV, was because they kept me on the
heart monitor.  All of the meds they had me on up to that then could have been given orally. 

The funniest part of all of this?  I was honest with the surgeon on how much I like to drink at happy hour.  But, I told him, I don't always do it every night.  A week before surgery I always stop so it doesn't interfere with the meds.  The Surgeon insisted I bring a bottle of scotch with me and prescribed a shot each night.  The first night, I drank 1/2 of a drink and threw the rest out.   The bottle was stored under lock and key at the nurses station.  Two nights later, I had the second drink and the bottle again went immediately back to the nurses station.  Believe it or not, it has it's own prescription label with my name on it.  So why don't they just open a cocktail lounge at the hospital?  Be more fun than sucking one down alone in your room!  Maybe a piano bar?  Karaoke?
 

They discharged me on Friday and Jani lugged all of my stuff down to the car.  I
got in and we headed home.  Going about 2 miles,  I remember the bottle of scotch.  I make Jani turn back and retrieve it.  Hey, it's alcohol abuse to throw it out!  Well, I know I only had 2 ounces, but looking at the bottle, someone else enjoyed quite a few slugs!!  TOO FUNNY!!!  Hey, I would have welcomed a drinking buddy!

Well, I'm home safe and sound.  Jani is still trying to get everything fixed so
I can move round easily. First thing I'll be doing, is catching up on
 sleep..... Without someone taking blood, reading my temp or shoving who knows what who knows where!!!!!!!!!!!

Edie sent me the most beautiful flowers, Bliss and Bruce the most delicious chocolate and BJ's Boo Boo Bear kept me company!  Marci babysat me, so Jani could run to the store and Barbara gave me a wheelchair, for when I need to get out of the house for an extended period of time. I can't thank everyone enough for the warm wishes and prayers. 

I am truly blessed! 

PS - The physical therapist that comes to the house is a GRECIAN GOD!  Ah, Jani, I think I hear a pack of cigerettes calling your name at the store down the road....... 

 MY Jani!  I Think I'll Keep Him, Anyway!

Barbara King wrote: 

> Nothing attached. Was that the little buddy we sent over to help you 
> heal?
> Mom said as usual, your post op was worse than your op?
> What happened? Jani called while we were in NYC seeing a specialist 
> for Paul. Heleft his cell number, but didn't say anything about how 
> you were doing?
> Haven't had a chance to call him back yet.
>
>

Where Is The Sanity?

As the recent Health Care Rasmussen Polls show the approval ratings for the Democrats Health Care legislation drops to the 40s and indicate they will drop even further, where is the logic?  What part of “We don’t like your legislation, Congress?” that they don’t understand?

As I watch the projected numbers from the Congressional Budget Office, and other reliable sources, to the individual and household cost rise, I wonder.   Just where do the air heads in Congress expect the average American to find these funds in their already stretched budgets?  Do the dreamers in Congress actually believe that an average household of legal American, earning the average wage can afford an additional, say conservative amount of $7500 per year? That’s the CBO low ball cost.   That amounts to at least $542 dollars per month.  It amounts to more than the rent that many average people pay in America, unless you are in a major urban area with a higher cost of living.  Gee, someone forgot the rest of America and focused on the “urban population” in their cost estimates.

Do you wonder on the dissatisfaction?  In 2010, several governor races will set the tone for 2012.  I think, in honesty Congress and Obama will be unhappily surprised.  We can only hope!

A True Love Story

For those who expected a political rant, you will be disappointed.  Today, I am writing of a true life love story.  Not a story of strangers, by a stranger, but one about me and my Dad. To those who seek dirt and decadence, look elsewhere.  You will be let down. What has prompted me to write about my Dad, is that today, hundreds of miles away, he underwent cancer surgery, and I couldn’t be there. Guilty conscious?  Maybe, but he knows and understands what has kept me away.  I spoke to him and Mom several times today and have passed the updates to my younger brother and sister all through the day.  Never once did my family doubt my love and devotion to them, nor did I ever once try to hide my love for each of them.  That is true family!
It started more than 50 years ago, in a rural hospital on Long Island, New York, when I was born. Although, I was the second child of my parents, John and Rita, I was the first girl born in my father’s family in seven generations of boys only.  When the doctor came into the “Fathers Waiting Room” (back then Dad’s didn’t go into the birthing room or anywhere near it!) and told my Dad, you have a healthy baby girl, my Father cried.  He cried out, before asking about Mom, “She’s going to get married and leave me!”  The Doctor tried to comfort him, “Uh, Mr. K**** your wife is Okay, too”, or did he ever hear the rest of the doctor’s words?
I have known Dad to cry only twice in my life.  On the day I was born and the day we laid his father to rest.  He didn’t cry when his mother died, because my grandfather was already suffering from dementia and he feared causing him more confusion and pain. On that final day, he grieved  for both of his parents
Dad, got a little better as the years went on.  Mom added another brother and sister to make a four pack.  Two boys and two girls.  Yet, somehow, I remained Daddy’s little girl, despite his attempt to be impartial with each of us.

Let me introduce you to Dad.  He grew up one of two boys through the Depression.  His parents took in other kids and helped raise them. His father was a World War I veteran from the battlefields of Germany.  Ironically, his father, my grandfather was brought over here by my great-grandfather from Germany, who dropped into an orphanage, where, with his brother was left to grow up, alone.  Years later, my great-grandfather reappeared and Grandpa K*** took care of him, until his fathers’ death.  My grandfather, during The War To End All Wars, knowing the temperament against anyone with a German last name, change it to it’s Anglican translation.  Back then, daushounds were being burnt in the streets and german-americans were also targets of sometimes fatal attacks.
I could write volumes about both sets of my grandparents, but I only needed to give you some of my Dads’ family background.
As a child, Dad saw one of his friends killed, when the boy got off of the school bus and ran in front of it.  From that day forward, Dad suffered from a stuttering problem, which, when excited it becomes pronounced. Growing up, I too, had the stuttering problem and have worked hard to overcome it.
When WWII broke out, Dad was still in school.  His mother refused to let him enlist.  However, upon the day he turned 18, Grandma had no longer a voice or choice.  Dad enlisted.  One minor problem.  On the day Dad was born, the doctor was in a hurry and never got the new born baby’s name properly entered on the birth certificate.  Standing in formation, just off the bus and ready for induction, the Drill Instructor called out Dad’s birth certificate name…  Baby Boy K***, OOPS!
Never was a legal name change done so fast, all the while going through boot camp!  Dad also, served in Germany.  Uncle Sam has a funny sense of humor!
Dad had an ability to work with electronics, which earned him an ARMY teaching position, when technology was just expanding. As a civilian, Dad was a maverick and had his own TV and Radio repair business during the late 50’s and early 60’s.  It wasn’t until the 80’s when Mom and Dad had to buy their first Television.  We always watched broadcasts on cast-offs or repaired sets.  With a growing family, Dad was forced to seek job stability and was hired by a major HiFi producer and marketing company.  But to get ahead, he needed a college degree. Now, Dad worked during the day and went college at night.  Mom worked at night at the local hospital and took of care of us during the day.
It was, what I call the revolving door days or today they would call us “latch key kids”.  As a kid, we did everything that they tell kids not to do today.  Running through woods, playing ball in the street, disappearing for hours without telling anyone.  But, we completed our homework and household chores first, raised hell later.  During those early years, I was just starting elementary school.  Dad would come home with math problems.  He wrote a few and watched as I solved them. I didn’t know it then, but I was already doing algebra before I even mastered the school mandated multiplication table.  Words fascinated me and listening to Mom and Dad’s friends at the house parties and dinner table conversation, gave me a strong verbal basis.
We, each of the four kids, were encouraged to read a book and the newspaper each day and be ready to talk about it, until my older brother proved to be hard wired as a liberal and dinner conversations soon became fights. Soon, when each of us were old enough to go our own way, family holiday gatherings became the only time we all were together.  Growing up, each of us took up a musical instrument. I chose the violin, my two brothers took brass instruments, my sister a woodwind.  When speaking about music, its’ composition, sounds and performances, my father and I were soul mates.  Math and music, yes they are joined and matched.

Dad was also an inventor, but the company he worked for claimed all of his hard work, and credit.  Most of the stereo equipment of the 70’s and 80’s had his hand upon it. I sat many a day in our living room as he tested tone-arms, speakers, recording equipment and other fidelity components and he would asked me to tell him which sounded best.  To this day, I can’t tolerate discord or loud high pitch noises. It’s like asking a wine connoisseur to drink vinegar.
Ah, but Dad was more. He taught us how to repair the TV and radio, when tube TVs and radios were the rage.  He taught us how to build a skate board and soap box car as well as a snow fort.  He took us fishing and taught us to swim.  He built us a sand box, a swing set and found the money for a backyard pool.  All the while, he worked hard and still went to night school.  Yet, I cannot forget the  love and care  he gave his own parents and his in-laws.  But that is a book, in its-self.
On the day I was set for my Dad giving me my first driving lesson, I bopped out of the house all ready to slide behind the steering wheel.  Dad had another idea in mind.  The hood stood open and a tool box lay out near the front tire.  Smile on his face, Dad said, “You are going to file and re-gap the spark plus, rotate the tires, tune the engine, change the oil and adjust the headlights before you even think about getting behind the wheel.”  A face full of oil and a day later, I put the car in reverse and proceeded to take out a wall of the garage.  Driving lesson was over that day.  After repairing the wall, we pulled out just fine, but every time he said left, I turned right, and every time he said right, I turned left.  What do you expect?  Mom and Big Brother are left handed, Dad and I are right.  Well, in truth, I am ambidextrous, so it is confusing.  Dad had me park the car, he stormed into the house and came out with a red magic marker,  To this day, I can still fell the marking as he wrote a big L on my left hand and an R on my right hand.  Only then, did the driving lesson continue. (By the way, I passed on the first test.  Took my little sister three times to pass the driving test.  Funny, she was top ten in the Bar Exam on first try.  Must be a spatial thing?)
My older brother got the Pell Grants to attend college.  By the time I entered college, our family was not eligible.  My Dad was the first person in his family to graduate college and he struggled to pay for it and support a growing family.  I was the first grandchild to get a college degree.  Despite any lack of funding, I worked, at times, three jobs and paid my way, without loans or grants, just like my Dad. 
One day, my girlfriend and I wanted to go out dancing. I borrowed five dollars from my father.  One week later, I hadn’t repaid it.  He stood before me with his hand out and asked me for his five dollars.  Powerful lesson!  Never borrow what you can’t or wont pay back.  More important, never let your loved ones down.
I can go on about our family, but it would be a book.  I could talk about Dad’s sorrow as his mother slowly deteriorated and his father as he slowly succumbed to dementia, or their slow painful passing. I could also speak of my Grandfather ( Mom’s Dad) needing constant blood transfusions, he suffered from cancer, and my parents driving hours each way to donate blood, all the while they took care of Dad’s parents, their pressing needs, Dad had time for his own wife and us.
For hours, I could tell you of how he taught me in the 60’s, when girls were discouraged to do so, to throw a baseball, football, ride a skate board, snow sled and make a mean snowball.  He built me a doll house and taught me to dance.  Even when busy with work and school, he showed up at my school plays, recitals and found music scores and recordings to educate and please me.  I knew how to swing a hammer, saw, rewiring, plumb the basics, work a garden, paint, sand and much more.  He made sure I was self sufficient.  When I wrecked the family car, he was more concerned about my health than the car, well until the insurance estimate came in.

Dad was my confidant when I failed in my first marriage and he was a pillar of strength and accepted that I divorced.  When my second husband asked him for my hand in marriage, he listened and looked at me, saw my love and gave his approval.  For fifty plus years, I have been his little girl, and he is still my Daddy.
Today, well by the time this is written, Dad has already gone through prostrate cancer surgery.  It was very scary with his severe heart complications.  He’s is now doing well.  He’s a fighter.  Thank the LORD, he is doing fine.  He’ll be 83 this year and everyday I cherish his being and his love.  I cannot imagine a day in my life without both my mother or my father.  Dear GOD, please keep them healthy for a very long time, I love them too much to lose them!

2009-09-12

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912 and We The People

The World Trade Center, also known as the Twin Towers, in New York City was attacked not once, but twice by Muslim terrorists.  None can forget September 11,2001, but the first time, was February 26, 1993.
It was a snowy morning and I was in uniform, on duty as a New York City Police Officer.  Shorty before the attack, I had broken my shoulder and was stuck to desk bound duty.  When the bomb went off, and before the teletype or radio called for re-enforcements, citywide, we knew it was bad.  Like a dumb rock, I could only monitor the radio and help cover the phones as frightened people, friends and family members called us.
Current New York City Police Department PBA President Patrick Lynch was the Community Affair’s Officer of our command, the 90th Precinct in Brooklyn, NY.  He and several other community officers rushed to the scene within moments of the bomb’s detonation and worked the emergency response before the city-wide call went out from emergency dispatch for assistance.
On 9/11, 2001, I was already retired and living in the south, when we were attacked the second time.  It was never in doubt, that before the second plane hit that Police Officer Lynch and others just like him were responding to the Towers and active in the rescue efforts.
They, not me, are the heroes!  They deserve your thanks.  I only hope, what I have created in this video helps give them and you a voice.

What's Next? Sat, 9/12 is!

Slowly, there has been a simmering under current that has run through main stream Americans. It didn’t start yesterday, but it has hit a boiling point. It has occurred to the silent majority that, because they were silent too long, too may rights and freedoms have been revoked. It didn’t happen under just one regime, but several through different presidencies and political parties.

Now the silent majority is looking for a new moniker, as they are now, not so silent anymore. What do they call themselves, Tea Partiers, 912ers? Who are they? No single name seems to encompass this vast new voting base. The massive protesting voters appear to be comprised of libertarians, conservatives, republicans, moderate democrats and independents. They include those who feel the media and progressives slander them in order to cow their voices. These are individuals, who feel they are as equal to and as important as those who voice opposition.

A sleeping giant has been awoken, and it’s name is the American Spirit. Revisionist history books are currently fed to our children. They will not quench our spirit, instead it will cause a thirst for the truth. Despots can only control the truth for just so long and when it is unleashed the backlash will be a tidal wave that will not be stopped or controlled.

What have we done? We began on April 15th this year and eyed the surf for a good wave to ride. On July 4th we firmly placed our feet squarely on the surf board. Now, the big wave is coming September 12th, the timing is just right. Are you ready for the big Kahuana? I am. I’m ready to ride the wave to the return to liberty and freedom! Join us September 12th at 10am at the Waterfront Park, Pavilion. Let not your voice be stilled!