Celebrate Today; Pray For Tomorrow
Another Chance Is Coming, And It May Be Our Last…
by L. J. Martin
Subsequent to the political conventions the political campaigns will begin in earnest. Conservatives (whom I hope show some fiscal responsibility, which is why they’re called conservative) made some inroads in the “half-time” election, gaining control of the house and putting some so-called Tea Party folks in office. And they’ve tried to correct some of Washington’s sins, without much effect. They were able to make NO CUTS in the budget, only slightly denting this year’s increase in the deficit. Sorry, folks, but if it weren’t so sad, it would be laughable. Your country is being eaten from the inside by the tapeworm of liberalism, and there may be nothing left but fly encrusted road apples for your children and mine. It’s an unappetizing thought.
And nothing will change unless the administration changes and conservatives gain control of the Senate.
Jefferson said: I place economy among the first and most important virtues and public debt as the greatest dangers to be feared … We must not let our rulers load us with perpetual debt. We must make our choice between economy and liberty or profusion and servitude … The same prudence which in private life would forbid our paying money for unexplained projects, forbids it in the disposition of public money. We are endeavoring to reduce the government to the practice of rigid economy to avoid burdening the people …
But what does he know? He’s just an old guy who penned the greatest political document in the history of mankind. I wish I were where I could lay flowers daily at his grave, and apologize for what we’ve done to his careful planning, and that of his contemporaries.
To say I’m disappointed is one of the great understatements of 2012. I’m disappointed in what has happened in Washington since the last elections, but more so in what hasn’t happened. But I somewhat understand. In America you have to be willing to give up that hard won job of senator or congressman to get anything done. You have to believe that folks really sent you there to change something, and be willing to risk all…of course that’s an exaggeration as you have to be willing to risk your job, that’s all. Unlike our forefathers, who literally risked life, limb, property and family to bring us a country to be governed by the constitution they so carefully penned.
The concept of a Washington job being “public service” has become truly antiquated. But it seems politicians are like remoras, once they get attached to the shark that is money, power, and the perceived respect of high public office (which has all but disappeared), they won’t risk anything to lose that…. And they will willingly risk the future of the country in order to stay in power. What a shame, how self-serving, what a poor example of human dedication to doing what’s necessary, what’s right, what common sense dictates. And what may be the last gasp of a dying country.
Thomas Jefferson: When a man assumes a public trust he should consider himself a public property.
Your congressman or senator should be ready to go home after doing what he was sent to do, even if those who sent him cower and wonder why, even if those who sent him don’t glean more from the public coffers as all seem to want. Let’s see, is it better to have a half million dollar save-the-white-mouse project come to your state…or to save the country for your children and grandchildren? It seems it’s human nature in modern America to take, take, take. I wonder when I see something as inane as a state outlawing kickball and tag on the playground, are we becoming such a nation of wimps that we don’t deserve all our forefathers fought and died for? Thank God a governor with an ounce of common sense overruled the imbeciles who would destroy every vestige of youth facing a real world. Still, I fear it portends the future. No wonder kids are living at home until just short of thirty…they’re conditioned not to face the real world. Oh, my God, I scraped my elbow…quick mom, take me to the emergency room. And yes, there are bullies on the playground, and if you think they are bullies, join the Marine Corps or face the climb up the corporate ladder of any tough, self-reliant corporation in America. And that’s as it should be; you can’t make fighters out of little fairies; unless you’ve let them play a little kickball and take one in the chops along the way. Trust me, they’re still playing kickball and tag, and probably some damn sight rougher games, in Russia, China, Iran, and the rest of the world.
When you propose real cuts in spending, you become the villain to every hand-out palm-up type who acted as if they wanted something done in Washington, but when they were effected in the least, did the worm and wondered why they sent you there if what you try to do costs them a dime. And when I say hand-out palm-up, I don’t mean the guy on the street corner looking for a handout. I mean the farmer, the oil company, the college professor, the guy in the hardhat on the government funded construction project…it’s all of us are part of the problem, and all of us have to awaken.
This country is going to have to get very, very serious in order to awaken those still straddling the fence on the issue of fiscal responsibility. Of course they don’t recognize trimming the size of government, cutting programs, actually trying for a balanced budget as fiscal responsibility. If a politician suggests cutting a program that might encourage that ghetto mama whose living off the fat of those bloated government programs to get a job other than continue to pop out voters who’ll follow her horrid example, he’s a racist. It seems it’s all about the lexicon, about what things are called, and the press and liberal politicians are very good at firing back with: Mothers, Children, Education, the Old and Infirm, Veterans, the Sick, Social Security, School Lunches, the Underprivileged, Aids, and on and on. Anyone who suggests cutting programs is nothing less than a capitalist pig who hates all the above and would see them starve and rot in the street from disease and pestilence.
Seldom do you hear the very simple fact that we have to live within our means, and as I’ve said since I began this blog, everyone is going to have to realize that it’s their ox that’s going to get gored just like the next guys.
I have long preached to my own children and grandchildren, you can’t help others until you help yourself. It’s a simple concept, but one that is the heart of self-reliance and, yes, self respect. And it’s the concept that made this country great.
Maybe the real answer to the public awakening is something as simple, yet devastating, as gas prices. It seems to come home to “everyman” when he pulls up to the pump and his bill and those little digital numbers on the pump face roll over a Ben Franklin, a hundred bucks. Little digital numbers and every blink is a slap in his face, a shock to his system, an awakening. When my wife holds up a can of peaches in the market and her mouth drops open when she sees $2.50. When our propane bill (in Montana we used to heat the house with propane) comes in at what was $.80 a gallon fifteen years ago and is now $4.00, and it will be this year the way things are going. Prices up by five times in fifteen years, that’s more than doubling every five years, that’s more than 20% inflation…yet your government says there’s no inflation. A BIG LIE. But that’s okay everyman, they think you and I are dumb as a box of rocks. And so far, they’ve been right.
Maybe we will demand that the federal government stop lying to us and include the cost of fuel and food in those “so-called” inflation numbers they’ve been bragging about for the last few years. A BIG LIE.
Maybe we will awaken and elect some president, some senators, some congressmen and women, who have actually worked for a living and have actually had to comply with a budget. And I don’t care what you call them, liberal, conservative, libertarian, tea party, so long as they understand one thing: you can’t spend money you don’t have, which means you have to cut, cut, cut.
And increasing taxes is not the problem, to hear Obama you’d think those making over $250,000.00 a year, jointly man and wife, are the great culprits of the country. He forgets to mention that the top 1.7% of earners, making over $370,000.00 a year already pay 38% of the federal tax bill. Do I give a damn if some fat cigar smoking cat makes a hundred mil a year and has five yachts, two airplanes, a house in NY, Aspen, and Beverly Hills?… No, I don’t. I give a damn that he employees five hundred or more likely five thousand, and maybe fifty thousand Americans. Wake up, America, no poor person writes a payroll check. And I do give a damn that the fat cat smokes cigars, for he’s a health hazard, but other than that….
During the revolution Jefferson said: We are not to expect to be translated from despotism to liberty in a featherbed.
His words today would be: We should not expect to be translated from deep debt to fiscal sanity in a featherbed.
Your ox and mine will have to be gored. STAND UP, AMERICA.
The pendulum has swung far to far, it’s time to get back to the constraints of the Constitution, and to pay special attention to the 10th Amendment. Time to actually reduce the size of federal government, and give states the responsibility they were expected to assume when the second greatest of all political documents was written.
Nowhere in the United States Constitution does it say that every citizen is to have a government tit to suckle. We’ve strayed, and the result hasn’t been good.
L. J. Martin is a resident of Montana and the author of 30 book length works and of the conservative blog http://fromthepeapatch.com. Learn more at www.ljmartin.com and www.wolfpackranch.com.