Do You Really Think Obama Didn’t Know?

I was reading a Foxnews article about Obama’s judicial nomination for the 7th Circuit appointment , David Hamilton, about to go before the Senate. Hamilton would seem to be left of center on his politics; but aside from that, has his political agenda been brought into the court room? It would appear so; his rulings in regard to abortion and Christian prayers in public would indicate he is incapable of separating his political agenda while performing his duties as an unbiased judge.

One line by Republican Senator Jeff Sessions from Alabama at the end of the article caught my attention. Give it a moment while the turnip truck gets further down the street; that should be enough.

‘"This is not the type of service that should be rewarded with a promotion. This is one of those extraordinary circumstances where the president should be informed that his nominee is not qualified," Sessions wrote in his letter.’

In case you missed it, “…the president should be informed that his nominee is not qualified.” No, really; and I suppose Obama didn’t know that most of his Czars are radical Marxists intent on destroying the foundations of our Republic, of course Obama knows this. The idea that the vetting process would have weeded out such an undesirable choice is beyond me; no wonder the country is in such a mess. Some Senators are walking around Washington with sacks pulled down across their heads ever since they fell of the turnip truck.

Senator Sessions, Obama picked Hamilton BECAUSE he’s an activist judge who has empathy for the downtrodden rather than rulings based strictly on the laws as they are written. The only thing you won’t hear from Hamilton would be a variation of Sonya Sotomayor’s line; you know, the one about being a wise Latino woman able to come to a better decision than some old white guy.

Do We Really Want Bureaucrats Running Everything?

The UPS fellow rang the doorbell this afternoon and left an envelope on the front step, having gotten back into his truck before the door could be opened; those guys are quick. I glanced at the return address and recognized it had come from the Institute for Justice, Texas Chapter. I’d been interviewed several months ago by one of their young lawyers, Wesley Hottot, doing a study on the impact of licensing various businesses by the State of Texas, anyone involved in the locksmith industry falling under the authority of the Texas Department of Public Safety’s Private Security Bureau (DPS/PSB).

Wesley Hottot read at least one of my articles regarding the licensing of the locksmiths in Texas which had been on the internet and wanted a face to face interview ( There are three more links included at the bottom of that article). He was putting together recommendations to the State of Texas reminding, perhaps enlightening those unaware of the unintended consequences of their actions, specifically, “Occupational licensing is making it harder – much harder than it need to be – for Texans to open a business, create well-paying jobs or switch careers”.

As a matter of courtesy, I’d sent copies of these locksmith related articles to my elected State Representative, Debbie Riddle and eventually was “granted” a small amount of time to meet with a person I’d mistakenly considered a conservative voice. I listened for much more time than I’d intended to her ego trip explanation of how her time was so valuable, visiting schools to be seen rather than supporting individuals with real concerns. I’d taken off half a day’s work to talk about the State of Texas imposing harsh and unrealistic licensing standards on the locksmith industry and wasn’t all that thrilled to be treated like a school boy who would faun over such a prestigious and important official.

I was told that she supported licensing of just about any important industry to make the world a safer place; locksmiths, she said, should be held accountable just like doctors, lawyers or engineers. My information regarding mandatory continuing education requirements fell on deaf ears.

She was interested in the fact that the State Comptroller’s Office was giving out conflicting information regarding the collection of taxes, something which was dear to her ice cold heart; her being on the all important committee of How We Spend Your Money, I may have the name of the committee off a bit. I left her copies of the various faxes I’d received; one instructing me to collect tax on everything I did while the other instructed me not to collect taxes on exactly the same work.

More recently we got a special notice from the DPS/PSB explaining how locksmiths were NOT to record a customer’s driver’s license on any work order; curious since a year or so earlier we’d been given a mandate to include such documentation on all work orders underneath the signature line where the customer’s verified picture ID had been viewed prior to doing any locksmith work. It seems the left handed bureaucrats never bothered to look up previous legislation before making everyone have new stationary printed in violation of that older law, my oh my how I love the way the State of Texas tosses around the word Mandate.

This evening when I opened the envelope I was more than a little surprised to see my image on the front cover of a very nice magazine publication, Bureaucratic Barbed Wire: How Occupational Licensing FENCES OUT Texas Entrepreneurs . As Gomer Pyle would have said, “Well, Gooollllllyy and Shazam! There I am on the cover of a magazine.”

Then on page 35 was yet another picture of me which he’d taken the day of the interview while I stood beside my truck, complete with my one time mandated ( there’s that word Mandate again) magnetized signs; but which quickly became un-mandated, those waffling bureaucrats in Austin cost me another hundred and twenty dollars for signs I didn’t want to begin with so I keep them on the inboard side of the protective shell.

A while ago I was visiting a few of my regular sites on the internet and found an article which tied in with my thoughts regarding bureaucrats screwing up just about everything they touch and control. Rhod over at It Don’t Make Sense posted a warning regarding the establishment of The United States Public Service Academy, Enarchs and H.R. 2102 .

“Here's where H.R. 2102 comes in. Many Democrats, and a few of the suspect Republicans, have seen the future, and it's Them. They've concocted an American version of the ENA. The United States Public Service Academy. Anyone interested in this monstrosity can resort to Google, and read of the sad formulae for the multiplification of liberals and other world-turners who will gorge at the public trough and manage your life.”

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“Such an idea from such people is a cancer on a free society. Civil servants churned out by an intellectual Gulag end up managing everything from Washington DC down to your local transfer station. The bad always drives out the good. H.R. 2102 is being driven in the dark, with the lights out. Pay attention. These criminals, liars, punks and shrews keep a low profile.”

So, how’s that hope and change thing working for you? As if it’s not enough for the State of Texas to produce its own crop of Lilliputian bureaucrats, now, if H.B. 2102 gets pushed down our throats by the left leaning Congress at the federal level we’ll be manufacturing an entire generation of these useless elitists.

Fall Cleaning of the Garage

Here in Houston the time to clean the garage out is either Spring or Fall as that’s the only time when temperatures in the day are reasonably cool. Lucy has an order coming in on palates soon and I wanted to make sure there was enough open floor to accommodate them; hardly ever know what she’s got ordered, just that she got a great price on what ever it is.

I remember when we were in the old house an 18 wheeler loaded with wheat from Montana arrived, the driver scratching his head as if he’d gotten the address wrong. I assured him he had the right place as he off loaded the whole truck onto my driveway; gotta’ wonder what the neighbors were thinking, “Those Mormons and their food storage thing”.

Lucy made a few calls and before ten that night it had all been distributed to the ladies of the church who’d gone in together on the purchase. Things like that must continue to be a source of wonderment to the neighbors, much less the delivery folks. “Where are they putting all this stuff?” I could start a rumor; tell everyone we had a huge bomb shelter dug in the back yard; they’d be tempted to believe it.

Later this month is the San Francisco Herb order, a mixed blessing. On the one hand Lucy will put in lots of hours sorting little bags of this that and the other for the ladies at church to pick up while on the other hand, our house will smell like heaven for all the varied aromas associated with these herbs; cinnamon, rosemary, marjoram and ginger to name a few. The baking season is around the corner and these items will be in high demand.

Unrelated to the odd delivery of items, or should that read the delivery of odd items; oh well, I found my old battered and worn police brief case in one of the shadows. I went through the few remaining items, a few public relations hand out cards we used to give citizens after a report had been made for a burglary, assault, vandalism or what ever; tossed them in the trash along with some old locksmith price sheets I’d hand out to car dealerships and some out of date catalogs which I’d put in there.

In one of the recesses where folders had been kept I spotted a small key ring with only two keys. Upon closer inspection I remembered what they were used for; one an old post type skeleton key and the other an oddly shaped flat key. They were traffic control box keys. My guess is they would fit most of the traffic boxes at intersections to this very day.

We used to get dispatched to work traffic for special events which would require altering the pre-programmed timing of the intersection’s traffic lights. Inside the control box was a “pig tail”, a push button which permitted an officer to manually change the lights in order to give priority to a certain flow of cars, usually to a parking area near the event.

I remember having the McKinney Street exit from the freeway where it intersects with Bagby next to City Hall. The folks on Bagby needed more time to move toward the old Music Hall/Coliseum complex and we would double or even triple the time over those few getting off the freeway.

The closer it came time for the event, the less we were needed as traffic dwindled down to nearly nothing. My partner and I were standing with the pig tail in hand as we observed a single vehicle slowing down as the driver made his way though the freeway exit ramp curve into downtown. There was no cross traffic on Bagby so I ran a quick light cycle; except I ran past the point I’d wanted by one click. In a matter of moments the driver had seen his light turn green to yellow and back to red; his vehicle doing something akin to a touch and go on an air craft carrier, the brakes being applied, released and then applied in rapid succession.

Just as quickly, I ran another light sequence and got him the green light he thought he’d seen only moments before. We laughed and waved at him as he carefully anticipated yet another malfunction, crossing Bagby Street and waiting for the other shoe to drop.

I should find a young police officer, one recently graduated from the academy and give these pieces of history to someone who might get to use them. I think I know just the person, come to think of it.

Old Locksmith Ego Trip

Last night, just prior to the start of Game 5 of the World Series, a call came in to make keys to an older model Ford F-150. The owner explained how the other locksmith had worked on it 4 hours and left, adding that he would come back the next day, pull the steering wheel and/or drill out the ignition switch. I was told the other fellow had gone through his entire box of “trial keys” without any luck.

Well, at least he got the part about “luck” right; geeze Louise, and he called himself a locksmith. I had the customer hold my flashlight, a chance for him to pretend he was the sun shining on my knee while I prepared a key blank; all the while getting more information about what the other fellow had attempted to do. Apparently the guy mistakenly thought it was a “Ten cut” wafer style lock; never figured out it was an old fashioned pin tumbler lock, which is why his “trying to feel the lock” with “specialty tools” didn’t work either.

It was dark, not in my favor, all the same I’d done hundreds, perhaps thousands without exaggerating, of “impression” jobs like this one over the past thirty plus years. Even with my magnifying headset I was having trouble seeing the impression marks as I adjusted its position to catch the light beam.

I went back to my truck for a fancy little gizmo I picked up at one of the trade shows several years back; like a hand held microscope. It snaps onto the end of a small flashlight and puts the light right on the key blade with powerful magnification; Zowie or Vundabar, it worked and I could see the marks with a little extra effort.

Within a few minutes I had a working pair of keys and a very happy customer telling me, “I never saw nobody ever make a key like that before.” It’s a pretty good bet the other locksmith never did either; breathing out slowly and shaking my head, and he called himself a locksmith.

Be Afraid, Be Very Afraid

A line from one of the Star Wars movie comes to mind when watching the shenanigans, and shenanigans is a cleaned up version of what is really going on in Washington. “Be afraid, be very afraid.” Yoda’s warning goes out to everyone, a warning of the dangers when dealing with the Dark Side *, see attached photo of Nancy Pelosi.

I found a video clip of Rep. Virginia Foxx ( R ) North Carolina, standing before Congress at Neil Boortz’ site worth watching, only 4 minutes long. Just the tip of the iceberg so to speak, of what is contained in Pelosi’s agenda to destroy liberty and freedom under the guise of Health Care Reform.

There are, according to well informed folks who have read the so called Health legislation as proposed by Nancy Pelosi, a hundred and eleven (111) new boards, bureaucracies, commissions, and programs created in H.R. 3962, Speaker Pelosi's government takeover of health care package a hundred and eleven (111) new boards, bureaucracies, commissions, and programs created in H.R. 3962, Speaker Pelosi's government takeover of health care package, a package which nears 2000 pages. You won’t be able to wipe your nose without getting federal approval after these folks get installed; nothing to sneeze at.

"Big" Fun on the Stairs

I found this video on Facebook; a tip of the hat to Patricia Carr for giving me a smile on a Monday afternoon. I’m going through my list of places I’d like to see this; but most of them wouldn’t be appropriate, the temple, libraries, schools and other places where extra noises wouldn’t be conducive to the surroundings.

Maybe we could get Tom Hanks to do a sequel to his movie, Big; run up and down the stairs playing Chopin’s Polonaise or Tchaikovsky’s Piano Concerto; okay, Chop Sticks will have to do. A few minutes on the stair master takes on a whole new meaning.

Free Plug for Meridian Magazine

One of the places I visit often is Meridian Magazine , “The place where Latter Day Saints Gather”, as their header announces. It costs nothing to enjoy, there being no subscription fee as with other quality sources such as the Wall Street Journal on line. They exist because folks donate of their own free will to offset the Proctors operating expenses and keep a really quality publication up and running, much like PBS.

If I can justify sending PBS a donation, knowing how it’s run by a bunch of left leaning progressives, the least I could do is help out the folks at Meridian Magazine; I sent them a small donation a few minutes ago. I think I liked the photograph they used, yea, that must have been why I opened my wallet.

Why They Play Nine Innings

I had to write something about Game Four between the Yankees and the Phillies; my body’s been complaining of jet lag, not having traveled; but because of the time shift over the weekend. The game looked like it might be headed for extra innings after being tied in the bottom of the eighth, a mistake pitch centered on the fat part of the bat left the park and got the Philly’s fans back into it.

The ninth brought Brad Lidge to hold the tie with the hope that the Phillies powerful lineup would snatch a victory in their half of the inning. “Lights Out Lidge”, as he once was called had one of those kind of seasons he’d like to forget; and yet, the year before was one of his best. In my mind I heard Forrest Gump saying, “Life is like a box of chocolates…”; the same holds true with Lidge, “…you never know what you’re going to get” when he takes the mound.

Two outs later and rolling along with some nasty sliders, Johnny Damon came to the plate and was down in the count; but fouling off pitches to stay alive. One pitch he barely got a piece of may have been the pivotal swing, getting him yet another chance as the ball couldn’t be corralled by the catcher on a foul tip. Damon then singled to left and won that battle.

The first thing Damon did was take advantage of Lidge’s slow but powerful delivery to the plate; something known by most. What I hadn’t noticed, fighting off sleep as the game tested my ability to stay awake, was how the Philly’s infield had put on a huge shift for the next batter, Mark Teixeira. I glanced up to see Damon slide into second ahead of the tag, “Safe”, then pop up and step off the bag and head toward third.

I thought to myself how dumb that was; did he think the ball got through the infield or was he even thinking. Oh, he was thinking alright; the fielder who’d tried to tag him at second was the third baseman; remember, all the infielders were on an extreme shift. With nobody covering third, Damon sprinted easily and slid in to third; stealing two bases on the same pitch.

Going back to my youth, listening to the Voice of the Yankees, Mel Allen; I would have loved to hear his take on that one, “Sports fans”. He could have sold plenty of Ballantine Ale on a play like that. Fast forward back to yesterday, Teixeira got hit by a pitch and the flood gates were about to be opened with A-Rod waiting for a chance to hit.

Lidge’s confidence must have gotten shaken by the play and it showed as the Yankees tacked on three runs, the dust of Damon’s stolen bases choking the life out of the Phillies. I guess you could say the Phillies forgot to play the whole game, letting it slip away in the ninth. The Yankees are now up three games to one and only need one to walk away with yet another World Series in their hip pocket.

There’s a line in the movie, Mr. Baseball, where the little Japanese translator hears the English version spoken and then turns to the rest of the team, “After the game is over a fat lady will sing to us.” If you look off in the distance, over by the microphone, there’s a rather large woman warming up; all the same, it’s a seven games series, not five for a reason.

How Much Do You Trust Your Government?

I think a valid question to ask is, “How much do you trust your government?” You could find a statistic to back up my curiosity. Who wants to hear that kind of depressing information as we enter the weekend; there are enough spooks and goblins to worry about on Halloween.

I noticed some interesting inquiries on Facebook during this past week. One asked about how we, as in We The People, can repair damage done to our country by elected leaders outside of the electoral process. That hit a nerve with me; what redress have We The People other than impeachment? Can we direct police officers to arrest and detain these thieves; for surely they are stealing away freedoms and liberties that were at one time considered sacred?

While going through various news articles I ran across Ron Paul’s: Let the Dollar Prove Itself . It didn’t take more than one page to explain the advantages of repairing the Fed; a welcome alternative to the nearly 2000 page travesty being pushed as Health Care Reform.

Go read the article and tell me a better way to solidify the Dollar; it can’t be done. So why isn’t this being done? That’s easy, our own government wishes to destroy anything of value, formerly known as personal property, in order to enslave its people. Have you not noticed this trend; or as in the movie, Forrest Gump, “Are you just plain stupid”, followed by, “Stupid is as stupid does”.

“All currencies are based on trust, trust that the issuing authority will not debase the currency. If it becomes known that the issuer of a particular currency is minting underweight coins, people will stop accepting that currency and that company will go out of business. If someone else attempts to counterfeit that currency and pass those coins, there are sufficient counterfeiting laws on the books to prosecute those counterfeiters.”

I ask again, how much do you trust your government? The time has come to “throw the bums out”! A little competition would perform the necessary repairs and the concept of private property would stop its skid toward oblivion.

John Adams believed: “The moment the idea is admitted into society that property is not as sacred as the laws of God, and that there is no force of law and public justice to protect it, anarchy and tyranny commence. Property must be secured or liberty cannot exist.”

Thanks to the marvels of the internet I was able to locate the exact quote I was looking for within a matter of moments. A tip of the hat to Henry Lamb at World Net Daily for having used the same quote when he wrote about the Kelo issue.

I submit for your consideration that our government no longer sees private property as sacred; such a time has long since passed. Are we waiting for the Tooth Fairy to make things right?

Does it take a headline in the newspaper to alert us to the fact that our government officials see all money as theirs, temporarily letting us believe it’s ours until such time as they decide how to spend it? Not only do they tax us in order to confiscate what money we have; on top of that they intentionally destroy the value of that money by printing money to add to the supply. Is this conducive to establishing or maintaining trust?

Storms on the horizon warn of measures which must be taken, if not implemented, insure those not prepared of getting soaked. I don’t know about you; but isn’t it time to get in out of the rain?

Storm Warnings All Around

Sitting here with the World Series on; but every now and then the National Weather Service weather advisories flash across the bottom of the screen. The thunderstorm line is passing over our area and we have a tornado watch, severe thunderstorm watch, flash flood watch and damaging hail warning. I think that about covers it.

Graffiti is protected by the First Amendment

I find the many and varied interpretations of the First Amendment disturbing as our age of “freedom to do anything” we want lowers our social level further into the sewer.

Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press; or the right of the people peaceably to assemble, and to petition the Government for a redress of grievances.

There you have it, “Everything you want to know about the right given to every individual regarding the human expression”. That’s the line Ed would have as Johnnie’s eyebrow raised and fell on the other camera, a wry smile creeping along the corner of his mouth, that juvenile delinquent attitude about to spring forth.

“Wrong, oh wilted cabbage leaf”, or some other such retort as would have been used on the old Johnnie Carson Show. I hope this isn’t too much of a distraction from where I want today’s thought process to go.

The rights which the constitution protects from our government don’t come from that government; they come from some other “natural” source, more specifically, rights come from God. It would be contradictory for God to bestow the right to express anything which runs contrary to that which he expects His children to do. The line of logic dictates that God never intended the right to free speech to include many of the modern day inclusions such as pornography or swearing.

So how did we sink so low as to include pornography or swearing in the general concept “freedom of speech”? I see a hand back there on the back row, or is that “Roe”? Sorry about that, I hadn’t intended to include the right to murder innocent babies, saving that for some other rant.

“Okay, you on the back row, what marvelous brain storming have you to share with the rest of the class regarding the all inclusive freedom of speech?” A mumbled expression evaporated prior to making it to the front. “Speak up, we can’t hear you.”

“Separation of church and state made it possible to exclude God from the discussion and so we can say anything we want now.” He may be onto something, without God given rights the interpretation of intent permits a never ending distortion of truth. “Give that boy an apple; just remember on the day you partake of it you shall surely die.”

Don’t you remember, the Supreme Court has ruled that pornography is covered under the first amendment , even when it involves children?

“The Supreme Court ruled Tuesday ( June 29, 2004) that a law meant to punish pornographers who peddle dirty pictures to Web-surfing kids is probably an unconstitutional muzzle on free speech.”

More recently, Larry David, writer and star of Curb Your Enthusiasm, recently filmed an episode which included urinating on a picture of Jesus Christ ; but it was all done for laughs, just another funny moment for everyone to slap a knee. Hey, it’s freedom of expression and covered by the 1st Amendment; why are you getting your panties in a bind?

President Obama signed the Hate Crimes bill yesterday. I’m sorry, actually he signed a defense funding bill critical to safe guarding America and the controversial Hate Crimes portion had to be included as part of a national security measure that couldn’t be voted down.

“Several religious groups have expressed concern that a hate crimes law could be used to criminalize conservative speech relating to subjects such as abortion or homosexuality. However, Holder has said that any federal hate-crimes law would be used only to prosecute violent acts based on bias, not to prosecute speech based on controversial racial or religious beliefs.”

I guess urinating on the image of Christ is safe because it falls under that area which won’t be prosecuted based on controversial racial or religious beliefs. If that’s so, then what was all the hoopla about finding the no good rascals who defaced Obama’s image, making him out to be the Joker ? Must be the glue they used to attach the posters to the mail boxes; yea, that had to be why everyone upset.

“Montgomery says he has already contacted the Postal Inspector to look into it. He said defacing a Post Office is a federal offense.”

That’s not defacing, it’s freedom of expression. Just covering some old rusted mail boxes; probably saved us the cost of painting them. Remember, The One can have his picture urinated on just for laughs and it isn’t supposed to be a crime.

Last on my list would be, DNC Uses Flag Desecration Video to Raise Funds . Not making this up folks, this is what we’ve come to accept.

“The DNC is using the splattered Old Glory to pick up some change, asking for donations to air the winner of its contest. "[T]o put the winning ad on national television, we'll need folks to chip in and help cover the cost of getting the ad on the air," the DNC says on its my.BarackObama.com Web site, which hosts its Organizing for America campaign program.”

When hearing protests from non partisan segments of the community regarding the insensitive desecration of a national emblem:

“I don't really think it's an issue," said Leonard Jacobs, editor of the Clyde Fitch Report. "It's one of 20 videos, and graffiti is protected by the First Amendment. And it's certainly something that might hook up with the way people feel.”

There you have it, next it will be okay to drop your drawers on the public transit system and moon anyone you don’t like and they won’t be able to stop you. It’s no different than any of the other misapplications of the right to express yourself without concern for morality since morality is directly linked to religious belief.

How did we get to the point where we can justify or rationalize anything and everything as a God given right? The answer came from the back of the room earlier if you missed it.

Is Coral Springs Near Milton?

I read an article on the Foxnews website where two teen age brothers in Coral Springs, Florida, were fighting and one of them plunged a knife through the other’s chest killing him.

“Two teenage brothers were home alone in their suburban neighborhood when an argument over loud music spiraled out of control, police said, leaving one brother dead from a knife to the chest and the other accused of killing him.”

I remember driving across Florida with my folks to visit my grandparents. We stopped for breakfast in Milton at a small local café where the waitress chewed gum and smoked a cigarette while taking our order. When she brought our order and placed it on the table a fly buzzed past us. Quicker than you can say “Hick town waitress” she slapped it with a fly swatter, wiped away what was left with a table napkin and continued on as part of the entertainment.

We joked about the incident as we told the story to my grandfather, “Unc”; that’s a whole “nother” explanation I’ll have to throw in. When my maternal grandfather died, my grandmother re-married; I better back up some more or none of this will make sense.

Once upon a time, isn’t that the way children’s stories are supposed to start; well there were a brother and sister with the last name Fraser. My grandfather, William Fraser married my grandmother and his sister married Daniel Wadsworth. The brother and sister eventually died and a second union, one between the surviving spouses was held.

I’m one of the few kids who can say, with a straight face, that I attended my grandmother’s wedding. I wasn’t all that thrilled, come to think of it; the wedding took place the same day as Little League try outs. So the fellow we all called “Unc” was now married to my grandmother. I know, for a few moments you thought we were from the hills of W. Virginia; there I go again, insulting a whole state.

Anyway, getting back to the waitress swatting flies at the café in Milton, “Unc” grew up in the backwater towns of Florida. He laughed and threw in, “They’d kill you for a quarter in Milton”; guess we got off lucky.

I read the rest of the story and found where Coral Springs is just north of Miami; maybe these folks had relatives in Milton. Remember, “They’d kill you for a quarter in Milton.”

Now I remember, from my American History class; Florida was where they dumped the least desirable, the dregs of society; robbers, murderers, politicians and lawyers. And they thought I wasn’t paying attention…

Ronald Reagan Speaks from the Dust

I borrowed this after having found it posted at Rhymes With Right . Thanks and a tip of the hat to Greg for bringing history to light. Greg took the time to include a transcript of the speech, it is worth your time to digest it in its entirety.

Here’s just one little blurb that caught my attention, one of the many important issues brought out:

“Not too long ago, two friends of mine were talking to a Cuban refugee, a businessman who had escaped from Castro, and in the midst of his story one of my friends turned to the other and said, “We don’t know how lucky we are.” And the Cuban stopped and said, “How lucky you are? I had someplace to escape to.” And in that sentence he told us the entire story. If we lose freedom here, there’s no place to escape to. This is the last stand on earth.”

Do you have the courage to listen and then act on the valued information supplied in this 29 minute video? The scoundrels who are taking our nation to the edge of destruction would rather you didn’t.