CAN AMERICA AFFORD TO MAKE A MISTAKE NOW?
by OPOVV, ©2012, Presidential Candidate
(Aug. 19, 2012) — Immediate decisions, involving our life or death, aren’t made every day. Oh, sure, we can all drive carelessly, and even recklessly, and if we get hurt, or worse, harm another, we’ve only ourselves to blame.
I used to live in an apartment complex, and this young guy, twenty years my junior, used to leave at about the same time as me. He’d peel out of the parking lot and race from stoplight to stoplight, weaving in and out of traffic while I moved with the flow and coasted to a red light as long as possible before putting on the brake. And, you guessed it, we’d arrive at the employee parking lot at about the same time. I think young people somehow expect green lights forever, in contrast to those who’ve been around the block a time or two.
I flew to war, first class, on a Delta DC-8 from Travis Air Force base outside of San Francisco. It was a nonstop flight to Tachikawa AFB north of Tokyo, and then I continued on to the Philippines. If nothing else, the military reinforced my belief that I don’t particularly like to be told what’s best for me: if anyone knows what’s best for me, I’d like to have at least a say in the outcome. Politicians tell us what’s best for us, and, just look around, if this is the best that they can do, I, for one, don’t want any part of them.
Take, for instance, the economy. Now, if you haven’t figured it out by now, this mess we’re in, the foreclosures, jobs going overseas (consider the Rio Grande a Sea), businesses closing right and left, has been a manufactured, calculated event to destroy the capitalist system that was operating successfully in our country. If someone tells you something that’s too good to be true, count on it being a sham. Communism/Socialism doesn’t work, even if it sounds like the cure-all for the world’s woes. You don’t get something for nothing, and to give up ANYTHING for nothing is a darn good definition of, at the least, stupid.
People who like to tell others what to do, what to think, what to believe are the scariest people I’ve ever come across. Before I was born there was Hitler, and then when I was growing up there were Stalin and Mao, Idi Amin and then, after Vietnam, there was perhaps the wackiest of them all, Pol Pot, who was backed by China. And China is still destroying Tibet, and the current administration borrows “stimulus” money from China (that’s ripe: a capitalist country borrowing money from a Communist country), and we continue to allow China to dump their tariff-free goods on our shores while our economy is taking a nosedive.
So I don’t like to tell people what to do, except to leave me alone. Let me live my life in peace, but, oh no, they can’t do that, now, can they? They have to mess with our lives, first with making our money worthless, second with trying to tell us what’s best for us (No, thank you, I’M KEEPING MY GUNS), and thirdly, trying to tell me to like it and keep my mouth shut.
The Department of Homeland Security is the Gestapo of 2012, the Goon Squad, a paramilitary unit, which has nothing whatsoever to do with security (Security? What a joke with millions of illegal immigrants and Muslims within our borders. If they can’t do the job, get rid of them). But their job isn’t “security,” at least not for Americans, the sovereign citizens of a free country, but rather, the trashers of the Constitution, the destroyers of Liberty, the pall-bearers of Old Glory, the supports of the de facto usurper president who uses a Social Security number not issued to him. The facts are way too complex for a dimwit like Janet Napolitano to comprehend, and the same goes for the rest of the administration.
So my point? You can’t afford to be wrong about our country: it’s been taken over by a bunch of sick gutter dwellers, starting with a person who can’t even produce his BIRTH CERTIFICATE.
Me? I’m 1/8 American Indian, and both my parents are American citizens who were born in America by American citizens. And, yes, I have a valid certificate proving it all, something that the de facto lowlife president has failed to do.
The Obama Clown or me? The Constitution or . . . ? What if you’re wrong and I’m right? Do you gamble America’s future, your children’s future? Well, do you?