"How pale is the art of sorcerers, witches, and conjurors when compared with that of the government's Treasury Department!"
-- Ludwig von Mises
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Brock,
Are there any Americans left?
The membership of the "Greatest Generation" is dwindling, with it
will go the last bastion of old-time traditions, honor, justice, and a
way of life - though certainly not perfect - that was a far better way
of life than we know today; not in monetary gains or technology, but
in family,
"God, King, and Country," Mom, and apple pie.
That
generation longed for a better way of life, and wanted what was best
for their children, and because they did, you, me, and others of our
generation have benefited from their desirers to extricate themselves
and this country from the deprivations and extreme hardships of the
Great Depression and the horrors of the Second World War. They left us a
greater country. The letter states,
"What will we leave our children?"
If we don't put our national finances in order, we may face a
complete meltdown of everything we know - culturally, politically, and
physically. With today's Americans, who know nothing of hardship,
extreme poverty, and deprivation year in and year out, along with
having precious little concept of self reliance, what will happen when
out country as we know it evaporates into a misty haze of what once
was? Modern day Americans - most not all - are takers, not givers.
Nearly half our population depends on Uncle Sam for survival; 48% pay
zippo taxes. Like the old-times say, they've got
"a hand full of gimme and a mouth full of much obliged."
And
when it's gone, what? Massive civil disobedience? Riots in the
streets, as we've seen in Greece and other counties? Can't it happen
here? I imagine that's what dear ol' King George III said about all
those nasty Colonials,
" Revolution? Never happen there."
Well,
a ragtag bunch of folks brought down one of the mightiest military
powers in the world at that time. Why? Because they believed in a
cause, and nothing would sway their resolve. Has that time come again?
Is
it time to set up a "guillotine" on the National Mall and start lining
up the "aristocrats" who for so long have ignored the pleas of this
country's good, hard-working, tax-paying folk who only want "bread" for
their dear children's future?
If I hear one more peckerwood in
Washington City talking about the horrors of spending cuts, government
shut-downs, and the like, I think I'll puke. And why are so many of
the county's problems the fault of us nasty Baby Boomers? How dare us
be so bold and brazen to work all our lives, save, try and make ends
meet, and then, when retirement is just around the bend, to have the
pure gall to live so long!
When all the "humble, starving poor"
who have child after child after child they can't afford, expect me - a
working, taxpaying citizen - to pay for it! Trust me my friend, I see
the "humble, starving poor" five days a week, 8 hours a day. I know
that of which I speak. Are there folks who truly need help? You bet
your sweet Maltese bippy there are. But they are about as scarce as
hen's teeth. But those lapping at Uncle Sam's trough are fat and
getting fatter. And what about those "anchor babies" who parents are
illegal? Dear ol' Mom and Pop have not paid a dime into the system,
and yet their children are eligible for Medicaid and food stamps until
they are 18. And the REAL dear ol' Moms and Pops who were born and
reared in this county and paid taxes all their lives are only eligible
for 15/20 dollars in stamps. What a travesty!
And yet, there are those who praise Washington for its record of
helping the poor, and keeping those nasty millionaires and
billionaires in check. I'm willing to take my licks, as it were, but
by-dingoes, what about all those billionaires and millionaires, and
those irresponsible poor people who don't appear to care about anything
but a hand-out and the next child/meal ticket they can sire? Perhaps
if there were any real, red-white-and-blue Americans left, especially
in Congress, they'd stand up and say,
"Short-term discomfort is better than a lifetime of misery."
I've plucked gems from a friend's newspaper letter to help compose this rant, but feel it's just time to stand and say,
"I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired."
Thanks for posting the letter, and sorry for this long, boring rant.
Take care,
Anthony
www.anthonykalberg.com
