IT WAS NOT SCOTT BROWN’S VICTORY, IT WAS OUR VICTORY
by Doug Cook
(Jan. 21, 2010) — It’s music to the ears; a sound so sweet; words heard around the world from the new senator-elect, Scott Brown of the great Commonwealth of Massachusetts:
“With all due respect, it’s not the Kennedys’ seat, it’s not the Democrats’ seat; it’s the people’s seat.”
So sweet the sound, a saving grace. No wonder why so many founding fathers hail from there.
This guy has fire of patriotism; he has the constitutional grace of a true patriot, ike another warrior-civilian representative of the people, Col. Allen West, who is running for Congress in Florida.
Watching the usual suspects and talking heads, something keeps coming to mind. It is not so much a question of “Can you hear us now?” It is “Do you understand a paradigm shift has occured?”
It is a sea change, a tsunami of principles, a raging riptide, an undertow that is about to sweep the legs out from under the political machine, sweep it out to sea like the odorous flotsam of low tide!
Just as, as long as we believe in the Republic, The Constitution, The Bill of Rights, these instruments of Liberty and Freedom will never die or become consumed by evil forces, so tyranny will never prevail,.
If We the People are not being heard, it does not matter, because we hear us now! We believe, that is all that matters. You see, we crossed the Rubicon on Tuesday, we are on the offensive now. Today we get to call the shots! We make ’em fight on our terms now. The axis of power has shifted!
Go ahead, Barney Frank, try and pull your voter scam; come on, Nancy, Harry and Barry, try and slip that monstrosity over on us. Hey, Sunstein! You aren’t getting your greasy meat hooks on my musket, no how, no when, not never. Go ahead, fellers, just try it.
I say let ’em turn a blind eye, let ’em stick their fingers in their ears and sing lalalalala while they try to do the dirty, the Chicago two-step, fool only themselves with cheap excuses about how it has to be done this way or that as if only they are worthy of some secret backroom poop all high and mighty. That is just fine back of the bus and everything, reckoning is a 200-car coal train bearing down, the dead-man’s switch is jammed full throttle, it is the 12:01 Peoples Express.
The man in black could sing it;
Can you hear that whistle blowing, can you hear it ’round the bend, can you hear that train a-comin’………
For the longest time I fretted and a worried my voice wasn’t heard…I reckon now that is a good thing, we be under their radar, and when we pop up to drop our bomb-load of free speech, they will never know what hit ’em.
When the fight gets dirty, you gotta get plumb mean, I’m saying we got to get right in close and fight harder, till they is off balance, keep ’em on their heels, keep ’em going backwards, give ’em the rope-a-dope, hit ’em so many times they think they’re surrounded, wear ’em down with the body blows, then when those gloves drop give ’em the upper cut so hard it knocks ’em into next week.
Watching and listening to everyone jabbering on the boob tube, all the chin music about who is to blame, the punditry of who’s going to do what, this or that, there is one tiny bit that almost everyone misses.
This ain’t about the same ole same ole; no, sir. It is paradigm shift time, a sea change in thinking.
It’s the people’s chair, the paradigm, it’s the people dummy. When the truth bites them on the rump, they will still be scratching their heads in wonder. And that is why they are where they are now, and why they won’t be there for long.