Thursday, June 28, 2012

The Day That Freedom Died

~A long long time ago

I can still remember how
That freedom used to make me smile
And I knew if I we had our chance

We could get people out of their trance

And maybe they'd be lucid for a while
But my computer made me shiver
With every web page it delivered
Bad news on the doorstep
I couldn't take one more step
I can't remember if I cried
When I read Roberts bought the lies..
But something touched me deep inside
**The day that freedom died**

Bye, bye Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
Them good ole boys were drinking whiskey in Rye
Singin' this is the day freedom died
This is the day freedom died.

Did you read the book of Marx

And do you see people in light or dark

If the Networks tell you so?
Now did you see that latest poll?
Can socialism save your mortal soul?
And can you teach me how to bleed real slow?

Well, I know the MSM's in love with him
Cause I saw them dancin' in the gym

They smiled and fawned away
Cause socialism's here to stay! 

I was a regular guy just tryin' to make a buck
With a pink carnation and a pickup truck
But I knew I was out of luck
The day that freedom died
I started singin'


For over 200 years we've been on our own
Now moss grows fat on a rolling stone
But, that's not how it used to be
When the jester sang boy he was stinkin'
In a coat he borrowed from ol Abe Lincoln
And a voice that came from NBC
And while Lady Liberty was looking down
The jester stole her noble crown
Now SCOTUS had adjourned
A vile verdict was returned
And while Michelle read a book on Marx

And Maoists revelled in the park

We sang dirges in the dark
The day that Freedom died
We were singin'


Helter skelter in a summer swelter

What's left of liberty in a fallout shelter
Paddles attached and fading fast

It landed foul on the grass
The players tried for a forward pass
But the Jester on the sidelines was an ass 
Now the half-time air was stale perfume
While the MSM played a marching tune
We tried to break the trance
Oh, but we never got the chance
Cause patriots tried to take the field
But the Supreme Court refused to yield
Do you recall what was revealed
The day that freedom died?
We started singin'


Oh, and there we were all in one place
A generation lost in space
With no time left to start again
So come on Barack be nimble, Barack's solution
Barack just burned that Constitution
Cause fire is the devil's only friend
And as I watched him on the stage
My hands were clenched in fists of rage
No angel born in Hell
Could break that Satan's spell
And as the flames climbed high into the night
To light the sacrificial rite
I saw Obama laughing with delight
The day that Freedom died
He was singin'


I met a girl who sang the blues
And I asked her for some happy news
But she just smiled and turned away
I went down to the health care store
Where I'd experienced freedom, years before
But the man there said the government wouldn't pay
And in the streets the children screamed
The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed
But not a word was spoken
The Liberty Bell was broken
And the three men I admire most-
the Father, Son, and the Holy Ghost-
They caught the last train for the coast
The day that freedom died.
They were singin'


On Jumping Sharks...

Justice Roberts has officially drunk the kool-aid. No doubt he'll now be invited to all the correct dinner parties in D.C.

Wednesday, June 13, 2012

A Pictorial Guide to Obama's Handling of the Economy...

Wednesday, June 06, 2012

Hate to say I told him so..

A "Your Turn" article that I wrote a month or two ago was rejected by the St. Cloud Times editorial board. In it I said that the Right to Work amendment would make it to the ballot in November.  I admit that I was wrong about that, though given what happened last night, I believe it will happen next November.  

What I was correct about was thus: 
...when the union leadership organize angry demonstrations like so many 60s hippie throwbacks or a cadres of Bolsheviks running roughshod in near-riotous mobs, they’re not doing themselves any favors. At the same time, they just don’t seem to have a clue as to just how precarious their position is, or how to fix it.

Up to this point, Minnesota’s teacher and other unions, having had the luxury of being able to act like spoiled teenagers; largely without consequence, have been virtual one-trick ponies in terms of defaulting to in-your-face, thuggish tactics to get demands met.

As Minnesota native Bob Dylan once crooned, “Oh the times, they are a changing. If Minnesota’s unions want to survive, they better damn well change with them.

Randy Krebs, St. Cloud Times editorial guru, stated that my language was too strong.  Sometimes though, the truth hurts.  Those who work in the media, above all, should know this. 
My point was that "in your face" demonstrations no longer work.  The unions instead need to focus on winning the hearts and minds of the electorate, and that would need to take place via a positive public relations campaign (See the Mormon Church, for example).  I am a union member, but I am also far-enough removed from the kool-aid drinking, monolithic union culture to know how the public views unions; and that in this economy, there is precious-little sympathy for their 'plight' and their propensity to throw temper tantrums over health care benefits, tenure issues, and the like, when many non-union counterparts are worrying about simply finding a job in this rotten economy that the democrat party, abetted by those same union footsoldiers, have created. 

The Wisconsin union goons sealed their fate when they laid siege to the Capitol in Madison.  The Wisconsin Democrats sealed their fate when they retreated like 'Brave Sir Robin' across the Illinois border. 

There is, thankfully, a different political course upon which we as a nation are embarking; a course in which reason is gaining an equal footing with, and dare I say, is on a trajectory to soon overtake 'might makes right' thug tactics.
I'm just wondering how long it will take before the unions (and, incidentally, the media that blindly support them) realize this.  Or will they instead find themselves huddled together, and pouting in a feckless corner of irrelevance as the rest of the world moves (and prospers) beyond them.