I know all you pet lovers will appreciate this one!!
A newly discovered chapter in the Book of Genesis has provided the answer to "Where do pets come from?"
Adam and Eve said, "Lord, when we were in the garden, you walked with us every day. Now we do not see you any more. We are lonesome here, and it is difficult for us to remember how much you love us."
And God said, "No problem! I will create a companion for you that will be with you and who will be a reflection of my love for you, so that you will love me even when you cannot see me. Regardless of how selfish or childish or unlovable you may be, this new companion will accept you as you are and will love you as I do, in spite of yourselves."
And God created a new animal to be a companion for Adam and Eve.
And it was a good animal.
And God was pleased.
And the new animal was pleased to be with Adam and Eve and he wagged his tail.
And Adam said, "Lord, I have already named all the animals in the Kingdom and I cannot think of a name for this new animal."
And God said, "No problem. Because I have created this new animal to be a reflection of my love for you, his name will be a reflection of my own name, and you will call him DOG."
And Dog lived with Adam and Eve and was a companion to them and loved them.
And they were comforted.
And God was pleased.
And Dog was content and wagged his tail. After a while, it came to pass that an angel came to the Lord and said, "Lord, Adam and Eve have become filled with pride. They strut and preen like peacocks and they believe they are worthy of adoration. Dog has indeed taught them that they are loved, but perhaps too well."
And God said, "No problem! I will create for them a companion who will be with them and who will see them as they are. The companion will remind them of their limitations, so they will know that they are not always worthy of adoration."
And God created CAT to be a companion to Adam and Eve. And Cat would not obey them. And when Adam and Eve gazed into Cat's eyes, they were reminded that they were not the supreme beings. And Adam and Eve learned humility.
>Memorandum from God > > > > >To: >You > >From: >God > > > > > > > >Take counsel. > >I hear your cry. > >It passes through the darkness, filters through the clouds, mingles with >starlight, and finds its way to my heart on the path of a sunbeam. > >I have anguished over the cry of a hare choked in the noose of a snare, a >sparrow tumbled from the nest of its mother, a child thrashing helplessly >in a pond, and a son shredding his blood on a cross. > >Know that I hear you, also. Be at peace. Be calm. > >I bring thee relief for your sorrow for I know its cause ... and its cure. > >You weep for all your childhood dreams that have vanished with the years. > >You weep for all your self-esteem that has been corrupted by failure. > >You weep for all your potential that has been bartered for security. > >You weep for all your talent that has been wasted through misuse. > >You look upon yourself with disgrace and you turn in terror from the image >you see in the pool. Who is this mockery of humanity staring back at you >with bloodless eyes of shame? > >Where is the grace of your manner, the beauty of your figure, the quickness >of your movement, the clarity of your mind, the brilliance of your tongue? >Who stole your goods? Is the thief's identity known to you, as it is to me? > >Once you placed your head in a pillow of grass in your father's field and >looked up at a cathedral of clouds and knew that all the gold of Babylon >would be yours in time. > >Once you read from many books and wrote on many tablets, convinced beyond >any doubt that all the wisdom of Solomon would be equaled and surpassed by >you. > >And the seasons would flow into years until lo, you would reign supreme in >your own garden of Eden. > >Dost thou remember who implanted those plans and dreams and seeds of hope >within you? > >You cannot. > >You have no memory of that moment when first you emerged from your mother's >womb and I placed my hand on your soft brow. And the secret I whispered in >your small ear when I bestowed my blessings upon you? > >Remember our secret? > >You cannot. > >The passing years have destroyed your recollection, for they have filled >your mind with fear and doubt and anxiety and remorse and hate and there is >no room for joyful memories where these beasts habitate. > >Weep no more. I am with you ... and this moment is the dividing line of >your life. All that has gone before is like unto no more than that time you >slept within your mother's womb. What is past is dead. Let the dead bury >the dead. > >This day you return from the living dead. > >This day, like unto Elijah with the widow's son, I stretch myself upon thee >three times and you live again. > >This day, like unto Elisha with the Shunammite's son, I put my mouth upon >your mouth and my eyes upon your eyes and my hands upon your hands and your >flesh is warm again. > >This day, like unto Jesus at the tomb of Lazarus, I command you to come >forth and you will walk from your cave of doom to begin a new life. > >This is your birthday. This is your new date of birth. Your first life, >like unto a play of the theatre, was only a rehearsal. This time the >curtain is up. This time the world watches and waits to applaud. This time >you will not fail. > >Light your candles. Share your cake. Pour the wine. You have been reborn. > >Like a butterfly from its chrysalis you will fly ... fly as high as you >wish, and neither the wasps nor dragonflies nor mantids of mankind shall >obstruct your mission or your search for the true riches of life. > >Feel my hand upon thy head. > >Attend to my wisdom. > >Let me share with you, again, the secret you heard at your birth and >forgot. > >You are my greatest miracle. > >You are the greatest miracle in the world. > >Those were the first words you ever heard. Then you cried. They all cry ... > >You did not believe me then ... and nothing has happened in the intervening >years to correct your disbelief. For how could you be a miracle when you >consider yourself a failure at the most menial of tasks? How can you be a >miracle when you have little confidence in dealing with the most trivial of >responsibilities? How can you be a miracle when you are shackled by debt >and lie awake in torment over whence will come tomorrow's bread? > >Enough. The milk that is spilled is sour. Yet, how many prophets, how many >wise men, how many poets, how many artists, how many composers, how many >scientists, how many philosophers and messengers have I sent with word of >your divinity, your potential for godliness, and the secrets of >achievement? How did you treat them? > >Still I love you and I am with you now, through these words, to fulfill the >prophet who announced that the Lord shall set his hand again, the second >time, to recover the remnant of his people. > >I have set my hand again. > >This is the second time. > >You are my remnant. > >It is of no avail to ask, haven't you known, haven't you heard, hasn't it >been told to you from the beginning; haven't you understood from the >foundations of the earth? > >You have not known; you have not heard; you have not understood. > >You have been told that you are a divinity in disguise, a god playing a >fool. > >You have been told that you a special piece of work, noble in reason, >infinite in faculties, express and admirable in form and moving, like an >angel in action, like a god in apprehension. > >You have been told that you are the salt of the earth. > >You were given the secret even of moving mountains, of performing the >impossible. > >You believed no one. You burned your map to happiness, you abandoned your >claim to peace of mind, you snuffed out the candles that had been placed >along your destined path of glory, and then you stumbled, lost and >frightened, in the darkness of futility and self-pity, until you fell into >a hell of your own creation. > >Then you cried and beat your breast and cursed the luck that had befallen >you. You refused to accept the consequences of your own petty thoughts and >lazy deeds and you searched for a scapegoat on which to blame your failure. >How quickly you found one. > >You blamed me! > >You cried that your handicaps, your mediocrity, your lack of opportunity, >your failures ... were the will of God! > >You were wrong! > >Let us take inventory. Let us, first, call a roll of your handicaps. For >how can I ask you to build a new life lest you have the tools? > >Are you blind? Does the sun rise and fall without your witness? > >No. You can see ... and the hundred million receptors I have placed in your >eyes enable you to enjoy the magic of a leaf, a snowflake, a pond, an >eagle, a child, a cloud, a star, a rose, a rainbow ... and the look of >love. Count one blessing. > >Are you deaf? Can a baby laugh or cry without your attention? > >No. You can hear ... and the twenty-four thousand fibers I have built in >each of your ears vibrate to the wind in the trees, the tides on the rocks, >the majesty of an opera, a robin's plea, children at play ... and the words >I love you. Count another blessing. > >Are you mute? Do your lips move and bring forth only spittle? > >No. You can speak ... as can no other of my creatures, and your words can >calm the angry, uplift the despondent, goad the quitter, cheer the unhappy, >warm the lonely, praise the worthy, encourage the defeated, teach the >ignorant ... and say I love you. Count another blessing. > >Are you paralyzed? Does your helpless form despoil the land? > >No. You can move. You are not a tree condemned to a small plot while the >wind and world abuses you. You can stretch and run and dance and work, for >within you I have designed five hundred muscles, two hundred bones, and >seven miles of nerve fiber all synchronized by me to do your bidding. Count >another blessing. > >Are you unloved and unloving? Does loneliness engulf you, night and day? > >No. No more. For now you know love's secret, that to receive love it must >be given with no thought of its return. To love for fulfillment, >satisfaction, or pride is no love. Love is a gift on which no return is >demanded. Now you know that to love unselfishly is its own reward. And even >should love not be returned it is not lost, for love not reciprocated will >flow back to you and soften and purify your heart. Count another blessing. >Count twice. > >Is your heart stricken? Does it leak and strain to maintain your life? > >No. Your heart is strong. Touch your chest and feel its rhythm, pulsating, >hour after hour, day and night, thirty-six million beats each year, year >after year, asleep or awake, pumping your blood through more than sixty >thousand miles of veins, arteries, and tubing ... pumping more than six >hundred thousand gallons each year. Man has never created such a machine. >Count another blessing. > >Are you diseased of skin? Do people turn in horror when you approach? > >No. Your skin is clear and a marvel of creation, needing only that you tend >it with soap and oil and brush and care. In time all steels will tarnish >and rust, but not your skin. Eventually the strongest of metals will wear, >with use, but not that layer that I have constructed around you. Constantly >it renews itself, old cells replaced by new, just as the old you is now >replaced by the new. Count another blessing. > >Are your lungs befouled? Does your breath of life struggle to enter your >body? > >No. Your portholes to life support you even in the vilest of environments >of your own making, and they labor always to filter life-giving oxygen >through six hundred million pockets of folded flesh while they rid your >body of gaseous wastes. Count another blessing. > >Is your blood poisoned? Is it diluted with water and pus? > >No. Within your five quarts of blood are twenty-two trillion blood cells >and within each cell are millions of molecules and within each molecule is >an atom oscillating at more than ten million times each second. Each >second, two million of your blood cells die to be replaced by two million >more in a resurrection that has continued since your first birth. As it has >always been inside, so now it is on your outside. Count another blessing. > >Are you feeble of mind? Can you no longer think for yourself? > >No. Your brain is the most complex structure in the universe. I know. >Within its three pounds are thirteen billion nerve cells, more than three >times as many cells as there are people on your earth. To help you file >away every perception, every sound, every taste, every smell, every action >you have experienced since the day of your birth, I have implanted, within >your cells, more than one thousand billion billion protein molecules. Every >incident in your life is there waiting only your recall. And, to assist >your brain in the control of your body I have dispersed, throughout your >form, four million pain-sensitive structures, five hundred thousand touch >detectors, and more than two hundred thousand temperature detectors. No >nation's gold is better protected than you. None of your ancient wonders >are greater than you. > >You are my finest creation. > >Within you is enough atomic energy to destroy any of the world's great >cities ... and rebuild it. > >Are you poor? Is there no gold or silver in your purse? > >No. You are rich! Together we have just counted your wealth. Study the >list. Count them again. Tally your assets! > >Why have you betrayed yourself? Why have you cried that all the blessings >of humanity were removed from you? Why did you deceive yourself that you >were powerless to change your life? Are you without talent, senses, >abilities, pleasures, instincts, sensations, and pride? Are you without >hope? Why do you cringe in the shadows, a giant defeated, awaiting only >sympathetic transport into the welcome void and dampness of hell? > >You have so much. Your blessings overflow your cup ... and you have been >unmindful of them, like a child spoiled in luxury, since I have bestowed >them upon you with generosity and regularity. > >Answer me. > >Answer yourself. > >What rich man, old and sick, feeble and helpless, would not exchange all >the gold in his vault for the blessings you have treated so lightly. > >Know then the first secret to happiness and success - that you possess, >even now, every blessing necessary to achieve great glory. They are your >treasure, your tools with which to build, starting today, the foundation >for a new and better life. > >Therefore, I say unto you, count your blessings and know that you already >are my greatest creation. This is the first law you must obey in order to >perform the greatest miracle in the world, the return of your humanity from >living death. > >And be grateful for your lessons learned in poverty. For he is not poor who >has little; only he that desires much ... and true security lies not in the >things one has but in the things one can do without. > >Where are the handicaps that produced your failure? They existed only in >your mind. > >Count your blessings. > >And the second law is like unto the first. Proclaim your rarity. > >You had condemned yourself to a potter's field, and there you lay, unable >to forgive your own failure, destroying yourself with self-hate, >self-incrimination, and revulsion at your crimes against yourself and >others. > >Are you not perplexed? > >Do you not wonder why I am able to forgive your failures, your >transgressions, your pitiful demeanor ... when you cannot forgive yourself? > >I address you now, for three reasons. You need me. You are not one of a >herd heading for destruction in a gray mass of mediocrity. And ... you are >a great rarity. > >Consider a painting by Rembrandt or a bronze by Degas or a violin by >Stradivarius or a play by Shakespeare. They have great value for two >reasons: their creators were masters and they are few in number. Yet there >are more than one of each of these. > >On that reasoning you are the most valuable treasure on the face of the >earth, for you know who created you and there is only one of you. > >Never, in all the seventy billion humans who have walked this planet since >the beginning of time has there been anyone exactly like you. > >Never, until the end of time, will there be another such as you. > >You have shown no knowledge or appreciation of your uniqueness. > >Yet, you are the rarest thing in the world. > >From your father, in his moment of supreme love, flowed countless seeds of >love, more than four hundred million in number. All of them, as they swam >within your mother, gave up the ghost and died. All except one! You. > >You alone persevered within the loving warmth of your mother's body, >searching for your other half, a single cell from your mother so small that >more than two million would be necessary to fill an acorn shell. Yet, >despite impossible odds, in that vast ocean of darkness and disaster, you >persevered, found that infinitesimal cell, joined with it, and began a new >life. Your life. > >You arrived, bringing with you, as does every child, the message that I was >not yet discouraged of man. Two cells now united in a miracle. Two cells, >each containing twenty-three chromosomes and within each chromosome >hundreds of genes, which would govern every characteristic about you, from >the color of your eyes to the charm of your manner, to the size of your >brain. > >With all the combinations at my command, beginning with that single sperm >from your father's four hundred million, through the hundreds of genes in >each of the chromosomes from your mother and father, I could have created >three hundred thousand billion humans, each different from the other. > >But who did I bring forth? > >You! One of a kind. Rarest of the rare. A priceless treasure, possessed of >qualities in mind and speech and movement and appearance and actions as no >other who has ever lived, lives, or shall live. > >Why have you valued yourself in pennies when you are worth a king's ransom? > >Why did you listen to those who demeaned you ... and far worse, why did you >believe them? > >Take counsel. No longer hide your rarity in the dark. Bring it forth. Show >the world. Strive not to walk as your brother walks, nor talk as your >leader talks, nor labor as do the mediocre. Never do as another. Never >imitate. For how do you know that you may not imitate evil; and he who >imitates evil always goes beyond the example set, while he who imitates >what is good always falls short. Imitate no one. Be yourself. Show your >rarity to the world and they will shower you with gold. This then is the >second law. > >Proclaim your rarity. > >And now you have received two laws. > >Count your blessings! Proclaim your rarity! > >You have no handicaps. You are not mediocre. > >You nod. You force a smile. You admit your self-deception. > >What of your next complaint? Opportunity never seeks thee? > >Take counsel and it shall come to pass, for now I give you the law of >success in every venture. Many centuries ago this law was given to your >forefathers from a mountain top. Some heeded the law and lo, their life was >filled with the fruit of happiness, accomplishment, gold, and peace of >mind. Most listened not, for they sought magic means, devious routes, or >waited for the devil called luck to deliver to them the riches of life. >They waited in vain ... just as you waited, and then they wept, blaming >their lack of fortune. > >The law is simple. Young or old, pauper or king, white or black, male or >female ... all can use the secret to their advantage; for all the rules and >speeches and scriptures of success and how to attain it, only one method >has never failed ... whomsoever shall compel ye to go with him one mile ... >go with him two. > >This then is the third law ... the secret that will produce riches and >acclaim beyond your dreams. Go another mile! > >The only certain means of success is to render more and better service than >is expected of you, no matter what your task may be. This is a habit >followed by all successful people since the beginning of time. Therefore I >saith the surest way to doom yourself to mediocrity is to perform only the >work for which you are paid. > >Think not ye are being cheated if you deliver more than the silver you >receive. For there is a pendulum to all life and the sweat you deliver, if >not rewarded today, will swing back tomorrow, tenfold. The mediocre never >goes another mile, for why should he cheat himself, he thinks. But you are >not mediocre. To go another mile is a privilege you must appropriate by >your own initiative. You cannot, you must not avoid it. Neglect it, do only >as little as the others, and the responsibility for your failure is yours >alone. > >You can no more render service without receiving just compensation than you >can withhold the rendering of it without suffering the loss of reward. >Cause and effect, means and ends, seed and fruit, these cannot be >separated. The effect already blooms in the cause, the end pre-exists in >the means, and the fruit is always in the seed. > >Go another mile. > >Concern yourself not, should you serve an ungrateful master. Serve him >more. > >And instead of him, let it be me who is in your debt, for then you will >know that every minute, every stroke of extra service will be repaid. And >worry not, should your reward not come soon. For the longer payment is >withheld, the better for you ... and compound interest on compound interest >is this law's greatest benefit. > >You cannot command success, you can only deserve it ... and now you know >the great secret necessary in order to merit its rare reward. > >Go another mile! > >Where is this field whence you cried there was no opportunity? Look! Look >around thee. See, where only yesterday you wallowed on the refuse of >self-pity, you now walk tall on a carpet of gold. Nothing has changed ... >except you, but you are everything. > >You are my greatest miracle. > >You are the greatest miracle in the world. > >And now the laws of happiness and success are three. > >Count your blessings! Proclaim your rarity! Go another mile! > >Be patient with your progress. To count your blessings with gratitude, to >proclaim your rarity with pride, to go an extra mile and then another, >these acts are not accomplished in the blinking of an eye. Yet, that which >you acquire with most difficulty you retain the longest; as those who have >earned a fortune are more careful of it than those by whom it was >inherited. > >And fear not as you enter your new life. Every noble acquisition is >attended with its risks. He who fears to encounter the one must not expect >to obtain the other. Now you know you are a miracle. And there is no fear >in a miracle. > >Be proud. You are not the momentary whim of a careless creator >experimenting in the laboratory of life. You are not a slave of forces that >you cannot comprehend. You are a free manifestation of no force but mine, >of no love but mine. You were made with a purpose. > >Feel my hand. Hear my words. > >You need me ... and I need you. > >We have a world to rebuild ... and if it requireth a miracle what is that >to us? We are both miracles and now we have each other. > >Never have I lost faith in you since that day when I first spun you from a >giant wave and tossed you helplessly on the sands. As you measure time that >was more than five hundred million years ago. There were many models, many >shapes, many sizes, before I reached perfection in you more than thirty >thousand years ago. I have made no further effort to improve on you in all >these years. > >For how could one improve on a miracle? You were a marvel to behold and I >was pleased. I gave you this world and dominion over it. Then, to enable >you to reach your full potential I placed my hand upon you, once more, and >endowed you with powers unknown to any other creature in the universe, even >unto this day. > >I gave you the power to think. >I gave you the power to love. >I gave you the power to will. >I gave you the power to laugh. >I gave you the power to imagine. >I gave you the power to create. >I gave you the power to plan. >I gave you the power to speak. >I gave you the power to pray. >I gave you the power to heal. > > >My pride in you knew no bounds. You were my ultimate creation, my greatest >miracle. A complete living being. One who can adjust to any climate, any >hardship, any challenge. One who can manage his own destiny without any >interference from me. One who can translate a sensation or perception, not >by instinct, but by thought and deliberation into whatever action is best >for himself and all humanity. > >Thus we come to the fourth law of success and happiness ... for I gave you >one more power, a power so great that not even my angels possess it. > >I gave you ... the power to choose. > >With this gift I placed you even above my angels ... for angels are not >free to choose sin. I gave you complete control over your destiny. I told >you to determine, for yourself, your own nature in accordance with your own >free will. Neither heavenly nor earthly in nature, you were free to fashion >yourself in whatever form you preferred. You had the power to choose to >degenerate into the lowest forms of life, but you also had the power, out >of your soul's judgment, to be reborn into the higher forms, which are >divine. > >I have never withdrawn your great power, the power to choose. > >What have you done with this tremendous force? Look at yourself. Think of >the choices you have made in your life and recall, now, those bitter >moments when you would fall to your knees if only you had the opportunity >to choose again. > >What is past is past ... and now you know the fourth great law of happiness >and success ... Use wisely, your power of choice. > >Choose to love ... rather than hate. >Choose to laugh ... rather than cry. >Choose to create ... rather than destroy. >Choose to persevere ... rather than quit. >Choose to praise ... rather than gossip. >Choose to heal ... rather than wound. >Choose to give ... rather than steal. >Choose to act ... rather than procrastinate. >Choose to grow ... rather than rot. >Choose to pray ... rather than curse. >Choose to live ... rather than die. > > >Now you know that your misfortunes were not my will, for all power was >vested in you, and the accumulation of deeds and thoughts which placed you >on the refuse of humanity were your doing, not mine. My gifts of power were >too large for your small nature. Now you have grown tall and wise and the >fruits of the land will be yours. > >You are more than a human being, you are a human becoming. > >You are capable of great wonders. Your potential is unlimited. Who else, >among my creatures, has mastered fire? Who else, among my creatures, has >conquered gravity, has pierced the heavens, has conquered disease and >pestilence and drought? > >Never demean yourself again! > >Never settle for the crumbs of life! > >Never hide your talents, from this day hence! > >Remember the child who says, "when I am big boy." But what is that? For the >big boy says. "when I grow up." And then the grown up, he says, "when I am >wed." But to be wed, what is that, after all? The thought then changes to >"when I retire." And then, retirement comes, and he looks back over it and >somehow he has missed it all and it is gone. > >Enjoy this day, today ... and tomorrow, tomorrow. > >You have performed the greatest miracle in the world. > >You have returned from a living death. > >You will feel self-pity no more and each new day will be a challenge and a >joy. > >You have been born again ... but just as before, you can choose failure and >despair or success and happiness. The choice is yours. The choice is >exclusively yours. I can only watch, as before ... in pride ... or sorrow. > >Remember, then, the four laws of happiness and success. > >Count your blessings. >Proclaim your rarity. >Go another mile. >Use wisely your power of choice. > >And one more, to fulfill the other four. Do all things with love ... love >for yourself, love for all others, and love for me. > >Wipe away your tears. Reach out, grasp my hand, and stand straight. > >Let me cut the grave cloths that have bound you. > >This day you have been notified. > >YOU ARE THE GREATEST MIRACLE IN THE WORLD > > > > > >From the book "The Greatest Miracle in the World" by Og Mandino >
Excerpts from a Dog's Diary....... 8:00 am - Dog food! My favorite thing! 9:30 am - A car ride! My favorite thing! 9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favorite thing! 10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing! 12:00 pm - Lunch! My favorite thing! 1:00 pm - Played in the yard! My favorite thing! 3:00 pm - Wagged my tail! My favorite thing! 5:00 pm - Milk Bones! My favorite thing! 7:00 pm - Got to play ball! My favorite thing! 8:00 pm - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing! 11:00 pm - Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!
Excerpts from a Cat's Daily Diary..
Day 983 of my captivity... My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets.
Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength.
The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet.
Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates what I am capable of. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a 'good little hunter' I am. Bastards.
There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of 'allergies.' I must learn what this means and how to use it to my advantage..
Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow -- but at the top of the stairs..
I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released - and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded.
The bird has got to be an informant. I observe him communicating with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe. For now................
The following letter, read on Glenn Beck's show, is rapidly circulating around the country. Americans everywhere identify with this 53-year-old woman. She has given us a voice. Once you read this, you will want to forward it to all of your friends...
GLENN BECK: I got a letter from a woman in Arizona . She writes an open letter to our nation's leadership:
I'm a home grown American citizen, 53, registered Democrat all my life. Before the last presidential election I registered as a Republican because I no longer felt the Democratic Party represents my views or works to pursue issues important to me. Now I no longer feel the Republican Party represents my views or works to pursue issues important to me. The fact is I no longer feel any political party or representative in Washington represents my views or works to pursue the issues important to me. There must be someone. Please tell me who you are. Please stand up and tell me that you are there and that you're willing to fight for our Constitution as it was written. Please stand up now. You might ask yourself what my views and issues are that I would horribly feel so disenfranchised by both major political parties.. What kind of nut job am I? Will you please tell me?
Well, these are briefly my views and issues for which I seek representation:
One,illegal immigration. I want you to stop coddling illegal immigrants and secure our borders. Close the underground tunnels. Stop the violence and the trafficking in drugs and people. No amnesty, not again. Been there, done that, no resolution. P.S., I'm not a racist. This isn't to be confused with legal immigration.
Two, the TARP bill,I want it repealed and I want no further funding supplied to it. We told you no, but you did it anyway. I want the remaining unfunded 95% repealed. Freeze, repeal.
Three: Czars,I want the circumvention of our checks and balances stopped immediately. Fire the czars.. No more czars. Government officials answer to the process, not to the president. Stop trampling on our Constitution and honor it.
Four, cap and trade.The debate on global warming is not over. There is more to say.
Five, universal healthcare. I will not be rushed into another expensive decision. Don't you dare try to pass this in the middle of the night and then go on break. Slow down!
Six, growing government control.I want states rights and sovereignty fully restored. I want less government in my life, not more. Shrink it down. Mind your own business. You have enough to take care of with your real obligations. Why don't you start there.
Seven, ACORN.I do not want ACORN and its affiliates in charge of our 2010 census. I want them investigated.I also do not want mandatory escrow fees contributed to them every time on every real estate deal that closes.Stop the funding to ACORN and its affiliates pending impartial audits and investigations. I do not trust them with taking the census over with our taxpayer money. I don't trust them with our taxpayer money. Face up to the allegations against them and get it resolved before taxpayers get any more involved with them. If it walks like a duck and talks like a duck, hello. Stop protecting your political buddies. You work for us, the people. Investigate.
Eight, redistribution of wealth. No, no, no. I work for my money. It is mine. I have always worked for people with more money than I have because they gave me jobs. That is the only redistribution of wealth that I will support.I never got a job from a poor person. Why do you want me to hate my employers? Why -- what do you have against shareholders making a profit?
Nine, charitable contributions.Although I never got a job from a poor person, I have helped many in need. Charity belongs in our local communities, where we know our needs best and can use our local talent and our local resources. Butt out, please. We want to do it ourselves.
Ten, corporate bailouts.Knock it off. Sink or swim like the rest of us. If there are hard times ahead, we'll be better off just getting into it and letting the strong survive. Quick and painful. Have you ever ripped off a Band-Aid? We will pull together. Great things happen in America under great hardship. Give us the chance to innovate. We cannot disappoint you more than you have disappointed us.
Eleven, transparency and accountability.How about it? No, really, how about it? Let's have it. Let's say we give the buzzwords a rest and have some straight honest talk. Please try -- please stop manipulating and trying to appease me with clever wording. I am not the idiot you obviously take me for. Stop sneaking around and meeting in back rooms making deals with your friends. It will only be a prelude to your criminal investigation. Stop hiding things from me..
Twelve, unprecedented quick spending. Stop it now.
Take a breath. Listen to the people. Let's just slow down and get some input from some nonpoliticians on the subject.Stop making everything an emergency. Stop speed reading our bills into law. I am not an activist. I am not a community organizer. Nor am I a terrorist, a militant or a violent person.= I am a parent and a grandparent. I work. I'm busy. I'm busy. I am busy, and I am tired. I thought we elected competent people to take care of the business s of government so that we could work, raise our families, pay our bills, have a little recreation, complain about taxes, endure our hardships, pursue our personal goals, cut our lawn, wash our cars on the weekends and be responsible contributing members of society and teach our children to be the same all while living in the home of the free and land of the brave.
I entrusted you with upholding the Constitution. I believed in the checks and balances to keep from getting far off course. What happened?
You are very far off course.Do you really think I find humor in the hiring of a speed reader to unintelligently ramble all through a bill that you signed into law without knowing what it contained? I do not. It is a mockery of the responsibility I have entrusted to you. It is a slap in the face. I am not laughing at your arrogance. Why is it that I feel as if you would not trust me to make a single decision about my own life and how I would live it but you should expect that I should trust you with the debt that you have laid on all of us and our children. We did not want the TARP bill. We said no. We would repeal it if we could. I am sure that we still cannot. There is such urgency and recklessness in all of the recent spending.
From my perspective, it seems that all of you have gone insane. I also know that I am far from alone in these feelings. Do you honestly feel that your current pursuits have merit to patriotic Americans? We want it to stop. We want to put the brakes on everything that is being rushed by us and forced upon us. We want our voice back. You have forced us to put our lives on hold to straighten out the mess that you are making. We will have to give up our vacations, our time spent with our children, any relaxation time we may have had and money we cannot afford to spend on you to bring our concerns to Washington Our president often knows all the right buzzword is unsustainable. Well, no kidding. How many tens of thousands of dollars did the focus group cost to come up with that word? We don't want your overpriced words. Stop treating us like we're morons.
We want all of you to stop focusing on your re-election and do the job we want done, not the job you want done or the job your party wants done. You work for us and at this rate I guarantee you not for long because we are coming. We will be heard and we will be represented. You think we're so busy with our lives that we will never come for you? We are the formerly silent majority, all of us who quietly work , pay taxes, obey the law, vote, save money, keep our noses to the grindstone and we are now looking up at you. You have awakened us, the patriotic spirit so strong and so powerful that it had been sleeping too long. You have pushed us too far. Our numbers are great. They may surprise you. For every one of us who will be there, there will be hundreds more that could not come. Unlike you, we have their trust. We will represent them honestly, rest assured. They will be at the polls on voting day to usher you out of office. We have cancelled vacations. We will use our last few dollars saved. We will find the representation among us and a grassroots campaign will flourish. We didn't ask for this fight. But the gloves are coming off. We do not come in violence, but we are angry.You will represent us or you will be replaced with someone who will.There are candidates among us when he will rise like a Phoenix from the ashes that you have made of our constitution.
Democrat, Republican, independent, libertarian. Understand this. We don't care. Political parties are meaningless to us. Patriotic Americans are willing to do right by us and our Constitution and that is all that matters to us now.
We are going to fire all of you who abuse power and seek more.. It is not your power. It is ours and we want it back. We entrusted you with it and you abused it. You are dishonorable. You are dishonest.As Americans we are ashamed of you. You have brought shame to us. If you are not representing the wants and needs of your constituency loudly and consistently, in spite of the objections of your party, you will be fired. Did you hear? We no longer care about your political parties. You need to be loyal to us, not to them. Because we will get you fired and they will not save you. If you do or can represent me, my issues,my views,
Please stand up. Make your identity known. You need to make some noise about it. Speak up. I need to know who you are. If you do not speak up, you will be herded out with the rest of the sheep and we will replace the whole damn congress if need be one by one. We are coming. Are we coming for you? Who do you represent? What do you represent? Listen. Because we are coming. We the people are coming.
AMEN! IT COULD NOT HAVE BEEN WORDED ANY BETTER THAN THIS! PLEASE KEEP THIS GOING!
Hello my C2 Family,
First let me say Thank
You to those of you who
have so sweetly fwd my
posts. You are SO
AWESOME!! I will never
forget your help. Anytime
I can repay the favour,
please tell me. Second,
my Submit button has
disappeared leaving ...
I posted a story on
'Brides Throwing Cats'
Instead of Flowers.It's
about how ppl photocopy
their cats and put them
in place of flowers; they
do NOT RECOMMEND anyone
actually does it. I
tried to make a comment
on it and ...
When I was in college, I
had several good friends.
One, named Bob, was 6'9
and he loved to go to
Audies to get beer and
drive back to the dorm,
where we lived on the
campus of Wright State
night at around midnight,
Bob knocked on...
I was so happy for a
while. I could sign my
petitions at the
Knight and still be
BarbCat here. But today I
notice that my name has
switched back to Barb
always up for a good
challenge *yes* Happy
I'm such an editor; I
can't stand it
when the printed
word is goofed up. And
whoever wrote this
petiton for Trayvon
really messed up. I'll
let you read the
paragraph.In the case of
Trayvon Martin--a boy who
was shot and killed on
his way to a Flo...
"Men, for years now, have
been talking about war
and peace. But now, no
longer can they just talk
about it. It is no longer
a choice between violence
and nonviolence in this
world; it's nonviolence
- Dr. Martin Luther King
Ever since I saw that
horrific pic of the
beautiful white horse, I
can't get it out of my
mind. To think a group of
people--or maybe it was
actually do something
like that totally blows