He Ain’t Heavy, He’s My Brother?

I hate collectivism!

Any movement that seeks to enforce community standards on a group of people rapes the individual of his most precious gift–his self.

For eight years, the nimrods in the Bush administration tried to legislate an extreme version of evangelical Christianity. I am a Christian, an evangelical even, but I don’t want the government legislating the rigid values of certain sect of evangelical Christians. When I wasn’t criticizing the Bush administration for their imperialistic trot through Baghdad, I criticized them for their unholy alliance with bigots like James Dobson, Pat Robertson and Jerry Falwell and hypocrites like Ted Haggard.

Today, the names have changed, but the game remains the same. The tax cheats in Obama’s gang seeks to force another form of collectivism on us, this one favored by Marx–socialism. Timmy Geithner now thinks Americans have a “deep moral imperative,” to fall in line with Obama’s economic policy.  Maybe then we can come together and all sing, “He Ain’t Heavy, He’s My Brother.”

Are you kidding me? Americans are really buying into this? Do they not see he’s pulling  page out of  Mussolini’s playbook?

Collectivism, whether it be in the form of a planned theocracy or in smiley faced Marxism, runs counter to the very core of this great nation. The Republican Party I grew up in cheerished the rights of the individual and I hope that someday they return to those roots. Until then, it looks like we’re stick with at least another ten years of a government trying to force collectivism down our throats.

Politics of fear

Do you remember where you were on the night of March 18, 2003?

I do. I was at Players, a sports bar, located on the physical border of Texas and Arkanas in the town of Texarkana. I remember because on that night George W. Bush commandeered the airwaves of every major television station and issued an ultimatum to Sadaam Hussein 48 hours–leave Iraq or face the Untied States military. Players catered to a decidedly “red state” crowd and I was anything but a “red stater.”

Just that morning, a letter I wrote to the local newspaper had been published expressing my dissent to the planned invasion. I lost a lot of friends over that letter, but I stayed true to my beliefs. That night, the crowd at Players cheered the TV as Bush spoke from his balls and I hung my head in shame. I felt that these people and millions of Americans across the nation were falling to the politics of fear. I never bought into the “fear Iraq” message and was a vocal opponent to the war effort from the beginning. Over time, I was proven right.

The Left attacked George W. Bush over his lies and his “fear mongering.” Imagine my surprise when, barely into his first month in office, Barrack Hussein Obama decided to play the “fear” card as well, this time in regards to the economy. Every time Obama speaks he tries to convince the American people that we should fear the current economic climate and turn to him and socialist, tax dodging pinkos to save us.

Just like I did with Bush, I’m calling bullshit on Obama’s claims. I didn’t fear Sadaam Hussein and I don’t fear this economy. If anything scares me it’s B. Hussein Obama’s attempts to deal with the economy.