House Republicans on Tuesday will move to re-open small portions of the federal government, bringing up bills to fund the National Park Service, part of the Department of Veterans Affairs and operations for the District of Columbia.
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Influential British Paper: ‘Barack Obama Is Presiding Over The End Of America’s Superpower Status’
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The Defense Editor of Britain’s influential The Telegraph said Tuesday that “the longer the Obama presidency continues, the more America’s status as a superpower ebbs away.” Harsh rhetoric – or reality?
Keeping Calling Congress IMPORTANT
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Let’s make this one thing clear – this is a Senate and Obama government shutdown.
Orchestrated efforts from the Left are brutal on good conservative Congressman and Senators – Rand Paul, Mike Lee, Mark Meadows – the Architect, and of course Ted Cruz, to name a few. When I say the “Left” I mean Progressive politicians and the lame stream media that does the President’s bidding for him.
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Revolution Against Tyranny Part One: Warriors of the First Degree Chapter Twelve
I
was still reeling from the incident on the escalator, trying to wrap my mind
around something that couldn't be wrapped, and still monstrously dehydrated,
sucking down water like a camel after a two week walk through the desert. I
supplemented the water with shots from a Coke Icee, thus creating the
anti-boiler maker, and did not see the biker until he sat down across from me
and asked "Hey, weren't you there today?"
He looked like something the cat had licked to
death and then drug in. He was big all over, so big that he probably had to
avoid booths lest he burst something. His grey hair reminded me of kudzu in the
final stage of consuming a dilapidated house. His moon-shaped face was ringed
with wild hair; the last six inches of his beard had been braided and kept by
rubber bands. His large brown eyes were sharp and clear, and even in his
disheveled state, he seemed more sane and lucid than I. He introduced himself
as James from Louisiana who had gotten separated from the rest of his tribe and
hoped they'd look for him here as this was the last place they had eaten before
the ride.
We
began talking about the 2 Million Biker Ride. He and his tribe (this is what he
called them, but upon searching the patches on his leather jacket could find no
reference to Native America. He certainly did not look as such) went to the
Fort Washington Harley Davidson rally, and this is where he saw me wandering
around with my tablet. I told him I had gone on to the National Mall around
eight thirty, and he replied "Man, you should have been there when we were
ready to go! I've never seen anything like it before, and I've been to Sturgis!
There HAD to be a million bikes there, dude! I was about a quarter mile ahead
of the Harley shop and everywhere I looked there was nothin but bikes! The guys
that had stereos were blastin them, and all together it sounded like the gates
of Hell were being blown down!"
He
said they were herded by motorcycle cops ("made me feel like a fuckin
sheep"), and when they started it was stop and go for a long time.
"There were so many of us we couldn't just all roll out at once. I'd go
about twenty feet and had to stop, go another twenty, thirty feet and have to
stop again. Nobody was bitchin about it, either. Finally, after maybe fifteen
minutes or so I was able to keep rollin, at least for awhile. I didn't know it
til later when I stopped at the Wall (the Vietnam Veteran's Memorial) but the
cops didn't intend on takin us all through DC at once. Hell, they wanted us to
just go around the loop like a buncha merry-go-round horses! Assholes. Just
because we didn't have a permit, they thought they could shut us down."
I
offered to get him a drink but he shook his head and hand, and that was when I
noticed something I thought peculiar. He obviously wore gloves - the kind
without fingers that strapped around the wrist with velcro and was meant to pad
the palms - because with them off I could see how pale his knuckles and the
bottom of the back of his hand was compared to the square of dark brown in the
middle of his hand. Now that I had noticed it, I found it difficult to not look
at his hands. He continued, "So here we were on the Beltway, and this is
when I saw just how many there was of us. Dude, we stretched for miles and
miles! The cops had two lanes of the highway open just for us, but even then,
because of the sheer number of bikes, we had to creep and even stop from time
to time. There were cops at the exits and all the turnarounds, you know, in the
medium between going this way or that? I started seeing groups of bikers
getting off on the exits, maybe twenty, thirty, fifty at a time. The cops
didn't stop 'em. How could they? That's when I think I lost my tribe. I could
see a few of them in the beginning, but with all the stop and go I lost track.
Dude,
as we went around the Beltway, more and more of us took off the exits. I
thought about it a few times, because I thought it was bullshit what they were
doing, but I didn't know my way around here at all. If I'd taken one of them
exits I'd probably still be lost! A whole bunch of us kept following the cops,
but I could tell the herd was thinnin out some.
"I'd
been ridin for about an hour and a half - it was just after noon - when this
guy next to me on a Hog motioned for me to follow him. We were still in
Maryland, I think. Yeah, 'cause we took an exit that said Silver Spring or
something like that. There were no cops at that exit. When we stopped at a
light the guy told me he knew how to get to the Wall from here and I figured
'Cool, I've always wanted to see it', even though I wasn't in the war." I
asked him if he had served and he shook his head. "I wanted to, but when I
was a dumb kid I jumped into a lake from a cliff and fucked up my spine. I was
in a coma for awhile and couldn't walk for a few months, but they operated on
me to try and unblock the nerve and it worked." He turned his head around,
pulled his hair up and I could see a long, thick white scar on the back of his
neck. My admiration of him did not falter.
He
went on. "We rode for awhile and then got on 16th Street, I think, and
took it all the way to downtown DC. Man, I saw all kinds of big fancy embassies
that reminded me of those fancy hotels! We finally made it to the Wall around one thirty or
two, I'm not sure, and there were a few hundred bikes parked up and down the
road. I saw all these cops on their little unicycle things and that was funny
as hell seein them roaming around all the bikes and riders. There were a lot of
dudes hangin around the Wall, touchin it and stuff. It was real quiet. I don't
know why but I started cryin, just like a little bitch! Man, I didn't know
anyone on the Wall, but it felt so heavy and sad there, like it was comin off
the Wall itself. I couldn't help myself, dude! I saw what looked like a cluster
of soldiers facin the Wall, but they were surrounded by dudes, too, and when I
got closer I saw it was a statue. That kinda freaked me out, cause it looked so
REAL!
"I
hung round talkin to some of the other riders, hopin I'd find my tribe. Some
dudes said cops had stopped them for no reason, sayin they were looking for
contraband and shit. Other dudes said they didn't bother goin to the Harley
shop, they just rode straight in. Nobody had seen any Muslims, though, so I
reckon we scared 'em off, buncha towelheads. More and more bikers kept showin
up, and finally - I knew it was comin, it had to cause there were so many of us
- the cops told us we had to leave because we were interferin with other people
wanting to see the memorials, and we weren't allowed to park where we were and
a bunch of other bullshit. I figured it was time to go, so I rode my bike
around downtown still lookin for my tribe. Eventually I started askin
how to get back to the Harley shop, got directions, hung around there for
awhile and then came here."
We
continued to talk about a wide range of things, and although I enjoyed James'
company, I felt the road home calling to me and we went our ways. I wonder if
he felt the road calling him, too, and if he ever found his tribe.
To
be Continued...
What government closure means for you
Would most people really see a difference in their daily lives if the government shuts down?
Maybe not, judging by various surveys of services that would be affected.
Social Security checks would still be mailed, Medicare and unemployment benefits would keep coming and food stamps would still be issued.
The military would still be up and running, and Congress passed legislation Monday to ensure pay for the military’s 1.4 million active duty personnel, although the Pentagon could furlough 400,000 civilian workers and delay training and contracts.
Fascism – A Progressive Construct: From The French Revolution To Obama’s Age of Tyranny
History reveals Satan’s fingerprints on the ideology that spawned the worst miseries and genocides in modern history. Obama and the Democrats in America are imposing upon us, a similar fate.
IT IS TIME TO TAKE A STAND, AMERICA! OCT. 11TH, 2013 – TRUCKERS ACROSS AMERICA GOING ON STRIKE! JOIN THEM!
Obama's approval ratings and his Obamacare fast on the decline
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The following pic was found on Facebook. This author thinks that it is a fair measurement of what most sensible, honest and informative Americans think of Obama and his Obamacare. Please note the following related links after the pic:
Oops! Most asked Questions at Healthcare.gov: How to get an exemption
It seems those visiting the Healthcare.gov website have other things in mind than rushing out to enroll in the insurance exchanges. According to the site the most popular question is how to get an exemption from having health coverage. The second most popular is from people who presumably are already in one of the various government-run preexisting condition Insurance plans that will end as of December 31, 2013. Getting ready to enroll in the new health insurance marketplace ranks third.
Have Americans Forgotten How To Grow? No, Innovation Is In Our DNA
In the face of a stagnating economic activity many economists are trying to explain why the medicine they have been administering these last six years isn’t working. Not capable of accepting theoretical defeat they offer new explanations. The “new” normal is in the process of being explained by nuance con gusto.
Maybe the Real Lesson Is that It’s Best to Shut Down the Federal Government Before a New Fiscal Year Begins
The politicians, bureaucrats, lobbyists and interest groups in Washington are hyperventilating that the federal gravy train may get sidetracked for a day or two by a shutdown fight between Republicans and Democrats.
What Is the Real Obama Doctrine?
There was a lot of talk when PresidentBush was in office about the so-called “Bush Doctrine” especially as Senator McCain and Sarah Palin were running for office against the very naïve and junior Senator Barack Obama at the time. Katy Curry cornered Sarah Palin in an interview and asked what she thought about the Bush Doctrine. Sarah Palin said; “what do you mean by that?” And Katy Curry stated; “You mean to say, you don’t know what the Bush Doctrine is?”
Q And A: What Happens During A Government Shutdown?
Some of the claims being made about what happens to the federal government when
there is a funding lapse are almost hysterical – Senator Tom Harkin (D-IA) even
claimed that a shutdown would
be “as dangerous as the break-up of the Union before the Civil War.” Here
are answers to some basic questions about a shutdown.
Ted Cruz: 'Majority Leader Reid And Every Single Senate Democrat Voted To Shut Down The Government'
Revolution Against Tyranny Part One: Warriors of the First Degree Chapter Eleven
Of
all the people I had encountered since pulling out of my driveway early the
previous morning, God had placed Mark in my life to spend the 12th anniversary
of September 11. He had served six deployments overseas in the Balkans, Iraq
and Afghanistan. I was afraid to ask if he had served anywhere else, lest he
have to kill me. He spoke of those times off-handedly, without pride or an over
inflated sense of accomplishment. I did not really appreciate the honor of
being in this soldier's company until days later when recuperating at home. I'm
not really sure I have what it takes to comprehend the sacrifice he and so many
others had made since our ancestors declared their independence from the
British Empire over two centuries ago. When I take time to contemplate the true
price of freedom, my mind can scarce take it in. I know my soul understands
because the heart becomes so full of gratitude it overflows through my eyes.
What other nation has sent its young men and women to the farthest reaches of
the planet over and over again in the name of freedom against tyranny? We
understand in the core of our being the words of Christ: "Greater love
hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends." All
those who suffered under the oppression of despots, tyrants and dictators, all
those who are denied their God given rights of Life, Liberty and the pursuit of
Happiness, all those who yearn to be free, THEY are our friends, THEY are our
neighbors. The tragedy that took 3,000 lives on September 11, 2001 was because
evil still existed, evil that despised freedom and the search of righteousness.
We finally understood what so much of the world had been going through for so
long. We had become citizens of the world in our grief and outrage, and finally
realized that every American was now a soldier in the fight against the forces
of darkness and hatred. Each and every one of us now had to be willing to lay
down our life for our friends. In this context, Mark, myself and every lover of
freedom were now deployed on the global stage, and we have to not only find the
right weapon to fight with (our hands, our minds, our hearts, our words, our
love), many of us must learn how to put on the whole armor of God (Ephesians
6:11).
Mark
and I crossed Constitution and plodded west toward our transportation. It took
every bit of effort on my part to keep up with his long strides, but like a
good soldier I sucked it up and kept moving. Bikers still roared through the
streets intermittently, filling the heat-packed air with an incessant growl.
This day was not seceded to Muslims wanting only to cry about their rights being
compromised. This day was not for anyone to complain about anything. There were
364 days of the year to do that. This day was to reflect and remember the
precious lives that were brutally snuffed out twelve years ago, and to
rededicate ourselves to making sure they had not died in vain. My body was on
the cusp of collapsing and my mind was befuddled, but through the mist of my
suffering I heard Cookie's raspy voice: "My nephew was on the 103rd floor
that day." As long as there was breath in my body, as long as blood
coursed through my veins, I would never forget his nephew, nor the other
innocent victims trapped in the twin towers or their planes or the Pentagon,
nor of the hundreds of first responders who gave their lives trying to save the
lives of others. No, I would not forget September 11, 2001, not in all the days
of my life.
Eventually
we parted ways. I thanked Mark profusely for the honor of his company and then
watched as he walked on. He had given me strength enough to endure, but now I
had to find it within myself if I ever hoped of making it back to my car and then
to a few million gallons of ice water. I only had to ask two pedestrians how to
get to the Reagan Building, and eventually stumbled into the Metro station. I
stared at the map in my hands and the signs posted around the station and
swayed as if listening to some sweet blues song as throngs of people buzzed
around me. When I discovered where the train I needed was, I weaved my way
there. At one point I came across an escalator that wasn't working and began to
ascend. I was grateful there were no others around because my going was slow.
About halfway up my legs and arms started shaking with weakness, and I began to
lose my grip and step, but a firm hand suddenly supported my back and proceeded
to push me up. I thanked whoever it was, too afraid to take my eyes off my
feet, and told them they couldn't have timed that any better. My helper didn't
say a word but kept steady pressure on my back and supported me the rest of the
way. Finally at the top, I turned around to face the Good Samaritan . . . and
no one was there. I stood holding the top of the guard rail as the realization
of this divine help struck my consciousness like a number 9 ball peen hammer.
Had there been a bench or chair I'm sure I would have collapsed into it, but
just the rushing sound of my train filled the cavernous station. I had to take
my amazement and gratitude with me, although I wanted nothing more than to fall
on my face, not from dehydration and heat exhaustion, but from absolute love
for my Savior.
The
car I entered was almost empty, and I plopped into the first seat I could. The
air was cool but I barely noticed, still in shock and awe. That unseen hand was
on the hearts of all those who had lost their lives on 9/11, was on the hearts
of every American that horrible day, telling us we were not alone, never had
been and never will be. I bowed my head in absolute gratitude and worship.
Eventually
I arrived at the Metro station where my car was parked. I looked out over the
sea of vehicles and completely forgot where I had parked my Focus, so I
wandered through it until finding my car at last. Ah, the air conditioning was
like a slice of Heaven! I let the cold slowly banish the thick heat emanating
from my every pore. In time I drove out of the parking lot and searched for a
store or gas station or restaurant that had water. My years of medical training
screamed at me that I was on the verge
of heat stroke. It took every single bit of concentration to drive, but even
then I recalled the hand on my back, and I found the strength to carry on. To
my delight I soon found a Burger King. I practically crawled in and purchased a
large drink and a Coke Icee, then proceeded to rehydrate. I didn't notice the
biker until he sat across from me and exclaimed "Hey, weren't you there
today?" My journey was certainly not over by a long shot.
To
be Continued...
WE DO NOT NEED CAREER POLITICIANS?
By Nancy Oliver
”We have no government armed with power capable of contending with human passions unbridled by morality and religion. Avarice, ambition, revenge, or gallantry would break the strongest cords of our Constitution as a whale goes through a net. Our Constitution was made for a moral and religious people. It is wholly inadequate to the government of any other.”
4 Questions To Ask During The Upcoming ObamaCare Public Relations Blitz
Paul Hsieh, Contributor
The battle over ObamaCare will reignite soon, and the next front will be the war for public opinion. The American public remains deeply skeptical of the new law. Many Americans say they will not sign up for insurance in the new “exchanges” scheduled to open October 1, 2013. As a result, the Obama administration is preparing a high-profile public relations blitz to again sell the law to the public.
How Much Will Your Life Be Worth Under Obamacare?
Paul Hsieh, Contributor
How much will your life be worth to the federal government under ObamaCare? Less than you might think. We can make an educated guess by looking at which medical screening tests the government U.S. Preventive Services Task Force (USPSTF) considers worthwhile.
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