Enjoy!

Stalin is reported to have said something along the lines of, “If you know the rape is coming, you might as well enjoy it.”

To those members of congress and the current administration, who now gloat over their pyrrhic victory, let me advise another text, this one from the Book of Proverbs, 16:18. “Pride goeth before destruction, and a haughty spirit before a fall.”

Today and all this week, the compromised media will crow for the administration. Reporters will thump out pieces about the need to “move forward” to “heal wounds.” This is a natural reaction because too much of the media enjoys the rape room. They were born to lose and prefer the sweet misery of defeat and victimhood over the diligent but laborious nature of victory. What? Read that again and then follow this: Many media members actually prefer to be abused. Consider the evidence of their recent behavior. How many challenged the double accounting of the health care bill that just passed? How many confronted the reality that this bill is laden with deals? How many asked well structured questions about how many doctors will be leaving the profession? Precious few. Why? Why are they sitting idly by?

A major reason is that the modern reporter seeks the balmy light of the royals currently in power. The modern reporter basks in the famous-by-association nature of their positions close to the tyrants. “I was there when the health care bill passed,” they’ll tell their grandchildren. And when the grandchildren ask, “Why do you have to wait years for open heart surgery?” the retired reporter will admonish them with, “Don’t be selfish!”

The lure of fame and power is strong indeed. Certainly the current government knows how to do wield it. They admit to rock star management styles, to staging events like Hollywood spectacles, and to conjuring up a bit of suspense to keep everyone on their seat. The press and the public, humans one and all, have taken the bait. They’ll soon be experiencing the other side of this mysticism and that will indeed be uncomfortable. The rape will begin soon. It will start with taxes, move on to rationing, and then to what is known as and I double E in my novel, Universal Coverage. That’s an Imminent Expiration Event, when the administration of the health care system figures a person isn’t worth the  effort and money it would take to keep them alive. It may be that much of the populace, like the reporters, will sit back and enjoy the beast. They’ll sigh and moan, “I sacrificed for the cause.”

However, with this attack will begin the collapse of the nation. Through the arrogant, prideful ways of a maladjusted administration, the United States will descend into the ranks of also-rans. That is unless a cadre of brave souls, like those CEO’s mentioned yesterday in this blog, rise to the challenge. If they discover another Biblical passage, Matthew 7:13. “Enter through the narrow gate. For wide is the gate and broad is the road that leads to destruction, and many enter through it.”

Yes, we freedom appreciating members of the citizenry need to form a Party of Restoration. We must find the narrow gate and enter a place of righteousness that denies the largesse of the common pot, that provides opportunity without political preference, that denies purchase to the savages who would make us their victims. We must seek the difficult not for the sake of pain but because the hotter the furnace and heavier the hammer the higher quality the mettle. The easy road is now clogged with the damned. Let them enjoy their folly at their peril. When they come to us, the producers, in search of protection and respite from their beloved doom, well, then they will find the narrow gate has been walled up by their own hand, just as they beg for it to be.

Published in: on March 22, 2010 at 10:29 am  Leave a Comment  
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Fiction becomes…

…fact. That’s right. My novel, Universal Coverage, which I have been shamelessly promoting here on my blog, will now become fact. Mr. Stupak of Michigan committed his act of treachery to his own principals and made a deal with the royals now controlling the nation’s political machine. With the stroke of the royal pen and the bang of Ms. Pelosi’s oversized gavel, the United States of America will officially become a socialist nation. Already the federal government controls vast sectors of the economy and this will put it within striking distance of 50%. They’re not stopping there. Cap and trade is next and then the game will be completely over.

My fellow Americans, if you have an ounce of honor left, direct your energies to resist this tyranny. We were once a nation of individuals who found solutions to their own problems, who did not look to the divine rule of kings but to the self-regulation and support of ourselves. Sadly, this ethos has been diluted and perhaps completely lost. However, there may be those of you still willing to live free, to throw off the yoke, to make your own way. If so, read on. If not, suffer your fate silently under the fist of the socialist masters.

If you made it this far, you’re probably a producer yourself, someone who actually provides valuable services, products, and/or labor to your fellows. What we must do, is stop producing. Do not make the rope by which the socialist will hang you. Put down your tools, stop making the things they need, stop giving them what they demand, what they are stealing from you every day. Stalin starved the peasants, but the peasants starved Stalin. By not feeding the great Soviet beast, the peasants denied Stalin his total victory. He and his successors had to beg and borrow and steal wheat from the US, Argentina, and elsewhere. So it must be from this day forward.

Extreme… let me tell you about extreme. Imagine if the CEO of Exxon called a special shareholders meeting. He announces that due to the government’s continued intrusion and malfeasance, he is idling all production of petroleum and its byproducts. Maintenance only to keep the equipment in good condition. One company as large as Exxon doing this could cause a major disruption in the energy supply of the US. Furthermore, if the CEO of Sunoco and perhaps Conoco/Phillips joined in, the economy would very quickly grind to a halt. If there is a CEO with guts out there, let him do this. Similarly, let American Airlines, Delta, and Continental do the same thing. Just park all the planes for 72 hours, catch up on the maintenance and tell the government that if they don’t fly right, the planes won’t be in the air.

But they’ll go bankrupt, a wily critic may say. Nonsense! The government survives by the faith of its people in its right to rule. Well, this government has proven itself to be nothing but a series of royal decries, seizures, and acts of enslavement. With any major industry shutting down, the government would soon understand how weak they really are as would the rest of the population.

Besides, the government is about to drive health care companies into bankruptcy because the health care industry did not unite against this illegal attack and also to take complete control of them. So again, all you doctors, nurses, technicians, researchers, every one of you. Don’t go to work for a week, for two weeks, for as long as possible. Why? If you allow this takeover, you will be worse than bankrupt, you will be a slave to the great collective. Your orders will come from on high. And you patients, well, hopefully you have friends in high places with the authority to schedule your surgeries and treatments. If not, sorry, you’ll be in line, just like at the busy deli you like so much.

Seriously, my fellow Americans, the time to stop producing is NOW. Go on strike. These royals don’t know how to make the lights come on, the toilets flush, the engines to run, or the planes to fly. They know nothing but thuggery: the continued stealing from and enslavement of a docile population. Fight them with everything you have. Otherwise, you’ll be lost to the gristmill socialist slavery.

Published in: on March 21, 2010 at 9:45 pm  Comments (1)  
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Experiment Concluded

The United States of America has always been a work in progress, a  grand experiment. Now, the experiment has concluded. Human nature being what it is, the citizenry of this nation have succumbed to the siren call of socialism. In reaction to poor leadership, worse leadership was installed, all by the common vote, all above board. It will be told in history books of the future that this year, 2010, was the one in which tyranny sunk its fangs into the victim, injected its socialist infection, and thereby terminated the best hope for freedom loving souls of the world.

The disease is touted as the cure, healthcare for all as a way to stave off bankruptcy. Only fools believe this. Spending a trillion borrowed dollars, destroying the private efforts of millions, and strangling the future innovation through monstrous regulation will do nothing to improve the economics of the country. At the same time, it will not provide quality healthcare. It will do the opposite as too many places around the world have seen. Consider that in Spain, many medical equipment suppliers wait more than 300 days for payment, sometimes as long as 500 days, and the single-payer system is billions in the hole. The same can be said for Britain, France, and so on. But not in America! This time it will work! This time we’ll get it right! And the dolts and morons chant and cheer: Huzzah to the chief!

Every future healthcare decision will be decided by a blind committee, by some abstractly constructed algorithm. Just as in my novel, Universal Coverage, the body politic will dominate every aspect of future medical endeavors. Citizen will be pitched against citizen as the zero-sum game of the socialist construct spreads through the system. The stain of contempt between once amiable parties will surface where it is least expected. Every act of a medical person will be questioned as a political move in favor of one person over another. Bitterness will be the common bond of a miserable population.

It won’t stop with health care. The socialist march, the tyrannical beast, will scratch and claw until it consumes the energy industry, the remainder of the manufacturing sector, and what pieces of the transportation business it does not already dominate. This animal is never satisfied. After it has consumed the entire wealth of the nation it will turn on itself as it has in every political subdivision around the world.

Thus ends the American Experiment, with a sigh and moan, a plea for the common good. It is a self-imposed failure, the preference of humans for the yoke of predicable mediocrity instead of the magnificent potential of freedom.

God help us all.

Published in: on March 19, 2010 at 11:39 pm  Leave a Comment  
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Universal Coverage or not?

Here is an excerpt from my novel, Universal Coverage. Think about it while Congress throws the Constitution out the window and your freedom in the trash.

The phone rang. He stared past it at the framed stock certificate on the wall. Something happened between the time his father received his dividends and this day. Smith never envisioned he would face disaster without a penny saved or a dollar in reserve. Nor had he expected to lack the gasoline to go wherever he wanted. The idea that whatever he needed might not be at hand was an absolute impossibility.

This was not the future he’d anticipated nor the one he’d been promised. He wasn’t supposed to be giving a little to get a little. He was supposed to have on demand care without ever seeing the bill. That’s what Universal Coverage meant. That’s what he voted for. That’s what twelve percent of his pay bought.

Without a doubt, it paid for financial security. He wasn’t flush with cash, but nor was he in danger of losing his house, his vehicles, or anything else. He hadn’t so much as seen a bill for any of Timmy’s checkups. But what it did not buy was the timely installation of his son’s pacemaker, something he wanted more than anything else.

He picked up the phone. “Hello?”

“It’s me, Ralph. My cell must have dropped our call. Did you come up with something good for my girl?”

“No,” Smith answered.

“No? Oh, okay. I got it. You need some time. No worries. I won’t say anything to her now. I’ll wait until I hear from you. That way I can sell it to her as a special surprise. How does that sound?”

It sounded pathetic to Smith, who conjured up a witty retort but let it fade inside his growing shame.

“Have a good weekend,” he said, hanging up.

The only person who deserved the money was the doctor who implanted Timmy’s pacemaker. Anyone else was nothing more than a parasite taking something for nothing. Smith was ready to part with any of his worldly possessions, and if he had to mortgage his soul to make Timmy well, he’d do that, too. Either way, he’d be damned if he peddled his wife’s baubles for better odds against the sharks who ran the Universal Coverage pool.

Published in: on March 17, 2010 at 12:10 pm  Leave a Comment  
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