Have we Become a Nation of Spectators?

OUSTING THE USURPER AND RIDDING GOVERNMENT OF CORRUPTION REQUIRE FULL PARTICIPATION!

by Sharon Rondeau

(Nov. 27, 2010) — Something occurred to me today initiated by a personal experience which seemed to parallel the crisis our nation is currently facing.

While I do not like to use editorial space myself, nor am I in the habit of posting personal items, I believe the point I am about to make is important.

This afternoon my 32-year-old son and I took a quick trip to the pharmacy and the supermarket to pick up one of his prescriptions and a few groceries.  James (not his real name)  has seizures, is neurologically-impaired, and is also diabetic.  One condition exacerbates the other, and along with some pharmaceuticals, my “prescription” for that is lots of natural remedies such as krill oil, garlic and vitamin E.

I knew I was taking a big risk because James had not had a seizure yesterday nor today, which is almost unheard-of for him and meant that he was much more likely to have one while we were out.

The signs of an impending grand mal seizure manifested themselves almost right away in the pharmacy.  The right leg began to drag and become wobbly.  We made it through the checkout there, although he was noticeably stumbling as we exited the store and I was afraid I would not catch him quickly enough if the worst were to happen.

Walking the short distance between the drugstore and the supermarket, the jerking became worse.  We grabbed a grocery cart, which we really didn’t need for what I had planned to buy, so he could have something to hold onto, and I prayed that he would not go down, not now on the concrete.

But the signs were all there, and I knew it was coming.  As we were wending our way through people who had decided to park themselves in the middle of the soup aisle, James’s right leg went into spasm from the oncoming seizure and he stumbled, nearly falling into the salad dressings on the shelf.  He recovered his balance after twisting his ankle and insisting that he was OK.  It hadn’t quite hit yet, but there was nowhere to sit down and no way to stop it.  I thought about the time eight years ago when a similar thing had happened while he was out of my care and he had ended up with a broken ankle and a six-week stay in a nursing home at the age of 24.  Since there was an unattended stock cart at the end of the aisle, once he was upright, we turned around and made our way past those who were still browsing the soup.

We turned the corner, but just in front of the deli, James launched into a full-blown grand mal seizure.  He clutched the cart with his good left hand, began to shake, went pale, and his eyes rolled back.  During this type of episode, his right side is totally unusable, which is an improvement over his condition before he had brain surgery at the age of 12, when both sides would be completely out of commission and he would collapse.  I held onto him the best way I could, despite the fact that he outweighs me by some 40 pounds and the ever-present neck injury I sustained from a rear-end accident ten years ago which rendered my shoulders and neck very weak and left me with a 20% disability.

James is remarkably resilient and, although he is functioning at about a six-year-old level, he has managed to cope with his seizure disorder extremely well.  He continued to hold the cart with his left hand while he convulsed, and mercifully, even though the seizure progressed, it didn’t cause him to yell out as he normally does, in which case half the people in the store would have been terrified and probably would have called the police.

As I held onto him to keep him from falling, I looked around and saw fellow shoppers looking at me and at James, but not a one offered to help.  Instead, they just stared for a moment and kept on going.  Not one even made eye contact with me.  A big, burly-looking man, about six feet tall and 225 lbs., simply stood and looked at us as James convulsed.  I wondered what the man was thinking as he went to get something in the aisle just behind us but said nothing.  Was he embarrassed? afraid to get involved? preoccupied? uncaring?

Others passed us by and glanced at us curiously but did nothing.  I found myself thinking, “If I can keep him standing through this, I’m much stronger than I thought I was, even with the injury.”  And, thank God, I did it.  James did not go down.

It was several more minutes until he was able to walk, because after a grand mal, his right arm and leg are useless.  So this time we were blocking the aisle, but I made no apologies and people simply had to find a way around us.

This same scenario has occurred many times before.  In 32 years, I have found that once in a great while, someone will offer to help, but that is not the norm.  Instead, people choose to be spectators and proceed as if nothing has happened because they don’t want to “get involved.”  It’s too much trouble.

Is that what has become of Americans?  Have we all become spectators and not participants in what is going on around us?

When James was six months old, I was told that he would never walk, talk or lead a “normal life.”  It took four years of intensive, at-home therapy to get his brain to develop to the point where he could function as well as he does now.  After two years of 14-hour days, I remember wondering why he wasn’t totally well.  After all, we had worked hard, seven days a week, and he had miraculously learned to walk.  The answer was that there was more that needed to be done.

In what is the biggest constitutional crisis in our country’s history, what are we all doing?  Are we onlookers, seeking entertainment from the events happening around us, from blogs and this site and from our friends and family?  Are we caught in the same mindset as Obama:  that someone else should earn the money, or pay for our health insurance, or catch the young man having a seizure in the store, or do the research and writing, or make the phone calls?

Or are we doers who jump into the fray, take on our share of the battle, and keep fighting until we are victorious?

Obama has usurped the presidency for two years, but there is more work that needs to be done.  We’re not mad enough yet.

I can’t forget that Walter Fitzpatrick said from the Monroe County detention facility on Thanksgiving Eve, “We have a lot to be grateful for.”  Then what about those of us who are not unlawfully incarcerated?  What about being grateful for the brains and abilities we have and putting them to good use in exposing the corruption we see all around us?

On this Thanksgiving Day weekend,  are we sitting around grousing about things we don’t like or what we think other people should be doing, or are we putting all of our energies into doing things ourselves?

My arms and legs still feel like spaghetti after struggling for those few minutes to hold James upright.  I am stiff and sore, and I know my neck injury will bother me tomorrow, along with the rib I broke many years ago when James had a similar seizure at home and I couldn’t keep him upright.  But there is work to be done, and there isn’t anyone else I know who will work for 8-12 hours a day with the phone ringing at all hours of the day and night, for little-to-no income, no benefits, all the criticism I can stand, and a husband who is less than happy with the current state of affairs.

The point is:  Get out there and do something.  Join the Patriots’ Union and offer your help, because you will become part of an organization launched by two of the finest men in this country.  In my opinion, every single person who wishes a return to constitutional government should join.  Support Mario Apuzzo and CDR Kerchner as well as other eligibility plaintiffs and attorneys whose cases now sit in front of the U.S. Supreme Court by showing up in Washington, DC on Monday, when a decision is expected to be rendered, if you live in the area.  Become a contributing writer to patriotic blogs or The Post & Email.  If you don’t like what you’re reading in the news, become part of the new media solution to change it.

If you can’t do any of these things, support the many people who do.  When many people take action and report their results, it makes for interesting reading and the effective dissemination of information.  It can also motivate others to do the same.

On Monday, there are some tasks that need to be done.  We need thousands of calls made to the Tennessee Health Department about the conditions at the Monroe County jail.  We need criminals reported to state authorities and for innocent people to be released from false imprisonment.  The clamor should become so loud that the people on the other end of the phone are forced to act or face prison terms themselves for allowing people to live in squalid conditions in the United States of America, formerly known as “the land of the free and the home of the brave.”

We need to find out when the Monroe County grand juries will be chosen, and those in the area need to attend and document what they observe.  We need people to participate in the process, not ignore it.  Whether or not we act on these things will determine if we will be serfs or freemen in the days and years to come.  It all begins at the local level by uncovering the corruption there, then moving on to higher levels where corruption is the norm.

The very fact that many people have simply been spectators in America has gotten us to this point with a usurper in the White House and a corrupt, criminal, treasonous Congress, along with the courts, some state legislators, and even governors complicit in the cover-up. The treason has been going on for many decades, and if government is a spectator sport, we will never win at reversing the deterioration in our moral fiber and determination to be free.

If we unite and support one another, always going that extra mile, think of what we can achieve.