Ready to be sent to all your good friends at the TSA and ATF.......:)
Thursday, July 19, 2012
A Great Day for Parental Rights
Yesterday, July 18, was a great day for parental rights, both regarding the Parental Rights Amendment (PRA) and regarding the UN Convention on the Rights of Persons with Disabilities (CRPD).
Subcommittee Hearing: Differences Among Friends
The Constitution Subcommittee of the House Judiciary Committee yesterday held a hearing on HJRes110, the Parental Rights Amendment, with 2 witnesses in favor (Alliance Defending Freedom’s Pierro Tozzi and our own Michael Farris) and 1 opposed (NYU Law Professor and ACLU Attorney Martin Guggenheim). There was no friction or animosity among these gentlemen. In fact, all three agree that parents, not the government, should be the first line of defense in protecting and providing for their children. The only point of contention was whether or not an amendment is necessary to safeguard that right.
Here is a snapshot (no pun intended) of the atmosphere of the meeting: prior to the hearing, Rep. Bobby Scott (D-VA) came down from the gallery to have a staffer take his picture with Michael Farris. Farris and Scott warmly shared a brief conversation as well. Within the scope of the meeting, Rep. Scott might be considered “on the other side,” in that he is among those not yet convinced of the need for the PRA. But he was far, far from hostile or adversarial.
In conclusion, we are very excited about this meeting. We believe that even those not yet on board are “accessible” – we have an opportunity to reach them with the need for this Amendment. Your calls and emails have kept them receptive, and we will continue to answer their questions and concerns to the best of our ability until we have won this vital protection for America’s parents. (In particular, the committee members have about a week to submit questions stemming from the hearing, and we will have opportunity to answer those questions. We hope as a result to see more and more members persuaded to join our efforts in the weeks ahead!)
CRPD: Stopping the Runaway Train
After the hearing, several of our staff stayed in D.C. to visit once again the offices of the members of the Senate Foreign Relations Committee. We wanted to urge them to consider the threats which the CRPD poses to U.S. sovereignty and to parental rights.While we were there the word went out among them (and was quickly passed on to us) that the committee vote on CRPD, which had been scheduled for today, has been indefinitely postponed! This is absolutely wonderful news! What last week appeared to be a runaway train has been visibly slowed down.
Does this mean it is time to let up? No. We must remain vocal and vigilant, especially between now and August 3 – the last day of session before the August recess. Because the CRPD can still be brought for a vote before then, we ask that you continue your calls and emails urging your senators to defeat it.
But we have bought some valuable time.
The Senators standing for the rights of parents are working on ways to halt this treaty for this term of Congress. If they can succeed in that, we can all breathe a little easier. (If not, we will all have to remain vigilant throughout the fall and the lame duck session as well.)
If the CRPD vote can be held off until after August 3, those Senators gain an additional month to build that effort.
In all, yesterday was an overwhelmingly good day for parental rights in America. We are humbled and amazed, and we are grateful to each of you who have called, written, donated to ParentalRights.org, or otherwise taken part in making such wonderful news possible!
Please continue to stand with us, and we will keep you posted as things continue to develop.
Sincerely,
Michael Ramey
Direct of Communications & Research
P.S. - News like this is made possible through the generous donations of supporters just like you. If you would like to support this ongoing effort, you can do so by clicking here.
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Is there a plastic surgeon in the house........?:)
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Oleg just worked his magic on the picture below and the color is much improved
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A gift of time.
Oleg Volk
In an hour we could be out of range
Past the border and finally safe
In one hour family would escape
From the grasp of the evil them
They, border guards, are following us
Panting, angry, with rifles ready
Their job is to kill all who'd leave "paradise"
Of the Socialist Commonwealth
Kids, old folks, they have gone ahead
Running, breathless, against the clock
The pursuers are gaining with every step
Wife and I stay to make them stop
Don't laugh, don't cry, we have no choice
Trust in luck, trust in steady aim
Though we know as well as you
Shotguns can't match a-ka-ems
Barking, shouts are getting closer
And in the moments we have left
I look at my wife and long for a hug
But her foxhole is too far away
We need to gain sixty minutes
A pipe dream for the circumstance
But other choices are not for us
So we train two beads on the path
Through the trees we see them approach
Hunting spirit warms their blood
The soldiers and dogs share a purpose
Guarding routes out of paradise
Fifty paces, forty, still closer
They can't see us but dogs can smell
Their nominal prey, we watch them
On the beads between double barrels
While kids still run for the border
We enter Valhalla together
Having won for the fleeing family
Five more minutes of safety
Past the border and finally safe
In one hour family would escape
From the grasp of the evil them
They, border guards, are following us
Panting, angry, with rifles ready
Their job is to kill all who'd leave "paradise"
Of the Socialist Commonwealth
Kids, old folks, they have gone ahead
Running, breathless, against the clock
The pursuers are gaining with every step
Wife and I stay to make them stop
Don't laugh, don't cry, we have no choice
Trust in luck, trust in steady aim
Though we know as well as you
Shotguns can't match a-ka-ems
Barking, shouts are getting closer
And in the moments we have left
I look at my wife and long for a hug
But her foxhole is too far away
We need to gain sixty minutes
A pipe dream for the circumstance
But other choices are not for us
So we train two beads on the path
Through the trees we see them approach
Hunting spirit warms their blood
The soldiers and dogs share a purpose
Guarding routes out of paradise
Fifty paces, forty, still closer
They can't see us but dogs can smell
Their nominal prey, we watch them
On the beads between double barrels
While kids still run for the border
We enter Valhalla together
Having won for the fleeing family
Five more minutes of safety
I wish I was elsewhere
Oleg Volk
I wish I was else-when
Than after the Patriot Act
In a lonely final stand
The night was like any other
My wife and son were in bed
When I awoke from slumber
And walked barefoot to the den
I didn't turn on any lights
Because the house was mine
I knew every turn and crevice
Could move like a cat in the dark
I wish I was elsewhere
I wish I was else-when
Than remembering the moments
After the door was rammed
I hear glass break upstairs
And then concussion grenades
Lit up the bedrooms above me
With roar fit to wake the dead
My wife and I had assumed
That intruders were just a gang
For we'd never done anything
To merit this pre-dawn raid
My wife and son tried to fight
The ninjas behind bright lights
But they were alone and stunned
I heard rattle of MP-fives
I wish I was elsewhere
I wish I was else-when
And not in my ruined home
With my family freshly dead
I thought to my self: "I am dreaming"
This gang just couldn't be Feds
But they acted just as one would expect
Shooting women and children dead
They hadn't found me yet
As I wasn't asleep in bed
My deer rifle was close by
What I wanted to say, it said
I retreated and so did they
Watching me from the outside
From the basement I still could tell
That they set my house on fire
In the choking smoke, I could just wait
Barefoot on cement basement floor
I wanted to take just one more of them
On my journey to the Beyond
I wish I was elsewhere
I wish I was else-when
Instead of this cold basement
At bay like a cornered rat
One more coal-scuttle helmet
Came up above barricade
And though my hands were shaky
I connected the one shot I made
The heat got beyond enduring
But the smoke, it got me first
And the house became a pyre
For me and two other corpses
The newspapers ran the story
That a three-person terrorist cell
Were taken down in pre-dawn hours
And that two brave policemen fell
I wish I was elsewhere
I wish I was else-when
Perhaps in the Sherwood Forest
With like-minded armed men
Than after the Patriot Act
In a lonely final stand
The night was like any other
My wife and son were in bed
When I awoke from slumber
And walked barefoot to the den
I didn't turn on any lights
Because the house was mine
I knew every turn and crevice
Could move like a cat in the dark
I wish I was elsewhere
I wish I was else-when
Than remembering the moments
After the door was rammed
I hear glass break upstairs
And then concussion grenades
Lit up the bedrooms above me
With roar fit to wake the dead
My wife and I had assumed
That intruders were just a gang
For we'd never done anything
To merit this pre-dawn raid
My wife and son tried to fight
The ninjas behind bright lights
But they were alone and stunned
I heard rattle of MP-fives
I wish I was elsewhere
I wish I was else-when
And not in my ruined home
With my family freshly dead
I thought to my self: "I am dreaming"
This gang just couldn't be Feds
But they acted just as one would expect
Shooting women and children dead
They hadn't found me yet
As I wasn't asleep in bed
My deer rifle was close by
What I wanted to say, it said
I retreated and so did they
Watching me from the outside
From the basement I still could tell
That they set my house on fire
In the choking smoke, I could just wait
Barefoot on cement basement floor
I wanted to take just one more of them
On my journey to the Beyond
I wish I was elsewhere
I wish I was else-when
Instead of this cold basement
At bay like a cornered rat
One more coal-scuttle helmet
Came up above barricade
And though my hands were shaky
I connected the one shot I made
The heat got beyond enduring
But the smoke, it got me first
And the house became a pyre
For me and two other corpses
The newspapers ran the story
That a three-person terrorist cell
Were taken down in pre-dawn hours
And that two brave policemen fell
I wish I was elsewhere
I wish I was else-when
Perhaps in the Sherwood Forest
With like-minded armed men
That's not a line in the sand. That's a range marker!
Oleg Volk
A line in the sand.
The enemy host approached
Beheld the line in the sand
Walked along it without crossing
Deciding what to do next
Dug into chilly foxholes
Defenders awaited onslaught
Their sights set to the distance
At which the enemy paused
As bugles signaled advance
A volley ripped into the ranks
And while the bodies were falling
Lead storm tore at them once again
Checked by effective fire
Invaders retreated in shame
Learning that line in the sand
Was also marker for range
Remember that, would-be tyrants
To boundaries pay some respect
For free men still have their rifles
And wages of evil is death
The enemy host approached
Beheld the line in the sand
Walked along it without crossing
Deciding what to do next
Dug into chilly foxholes
Defenders awaited onslaught
Their sights set to the distance
At which the enemy paused
As bugles signaled advance
A volley ripped into the ranks
And while the bodies were falling
Lead storm tore at them once again
Checked by effective fire
Invaders retreated in shame
Learning that line in the sand
Was also marker for range
Remember that, would-be tyrants
To boundaries pay some respect
For free men still have their rifles
And wages of evil is death
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