I have a dream....

I dream of a great nation where the citizens are strong, intelligent and aware. A nation populated by those who hold their government to task and hold personal liberty in high esteem. There once was such a nation. People would give all they had and sometimes their lives to make a dream a reality, to live free within a nation in which the government was under the rule of law and rights of the people were inalienable and not granted. Where are these people?...Where is this nation?

The people are no longer strong... They hope for a caretaker in their government instead of taking pride in self reliance. They have lost their appreciation of liberties and worry more about their own rights, they are victims of each other. Each one having been offended, hurt or wronged by the other, wailing to the powers that be to make it right somehow.

The people are no longer intelligent....They have natural intelligence, but have not achieved intelligence. They choose to let the government think for them, when a candidate says they will lower taxes and yet increase the government programs, they cheer. They do not think past the rhetoric and blindly follow, without question. When a candidate says they are for or against something, the people believe, even though the voting record proves otherwise. When a candidate promises something for nothing, the people do not stop to question the impossibility of such a promise.

The people are no longer aware...Many make their political choices without even having read the law of the land, the United States Constitution. Instead of guarding their heritage as Americans, they vote down party lines, pushed into fear of their vote being wasted. They count as true what is fed to them on the nightly news and have no defense against the smorgasbord of misinformation because they have not educated themselves and have let themselves be led around by the whims of others.

In doing so, they have enslaved themselves to their caretaker and the caretaker is now their master.

I have a dream of a people who wake up, gain their strength back. People who stand again on their own, proud to take back the power once relinquished to the government, driven to be independent. People who can count themselves equal to the patriots who built this country on their own sacrifice. A people who realize it is time for a new patriot who loves their country enough to hold her accountable to the law of the land.

In the desert where there is no rain...

17 Even so the faith, if it have no works, is dead in itself.

18 But some man might say, Thou hast the faith, and I have works: show me thy faith out of thy works, and I will show thee my faith by my works.

19 Thou believest that there is one God: thou doest well: the devils also believe it, and tremble.

20 But wilt thou understand, O thou vain man, that the faith which is without works, is dead?

Just a little something to think about. I have been giving this a lot of thought lately. Feeling quite inadequate in my faith and walk, even wondering if I have either...really. If works are an outpouring and evidence of faith, mine has been lacking for quite some time. I am not equiped to debate the premiss of whether a person can loose their salvation. I do know for sure I was once strong and loved Christ with all my heart. These days it feels like there are many, many things that have pushed that love almost out of sight. It is still there, though. Enough to make me yearn for the closeness I once felt for my King. In those days, I would have jumped at the chance to serve and did when I was able. I spoke the word boldly (maybe too boldly at times) and strived for a life that was more evident of the person He had made me and the life He created within my soul. Now I am distant. It's like watching my life from the outside. I do not feel like what I am seeing is really me. I know there is so much more than just the mundane things that seem to weigh my heart down like lead. I can not seem to reconcile my current life with where I need to be. They both seem so far removed from each other, that the distance appears unachievable and the struggle to great for the strength I have left. I just want to be whole again, alive again, independant of my surrounding circumstances again ... a true disciple again.

When limited means unlimited

One thing I have learned...When it comes to the government, temporary turns into permanent, voluntary turns into mandatory and limited turns into unlimited. The government can not be trusted to police itself, in this country, it was not intended to be implicitly trusted. We are supposed to be the watchers, the controllers, the stewards of our government. They are supposed to be the servants to the people.

Half Ton Man Dies..Government Blamed

A man who weighed 990lbs died while laying at home. He had appealed for help with his weight problem on television. A neighboring gentleman tried to help by sending him fruit and protein bars so he could follow a more sensible diet. Unfortunately, it was too little too late. He died of heart failure.

Somehow, this has become the governments fault in the eyes of the family.

So let me get this straight. It's not the mans responsibility for letting it go this long. Granted, he may have had a weight problem, he did admit to it getting out of hand when he lost both parents with in a couple weeks of each other. But how do you get all the way to 990 lbs before you figure out you need help? Was there ever a time, like say at the 500lb mark, that he may have noticed things were beyond his abilities?

What about the family? Since they seem to think it reasonable to blame the government because they didn't cart him off to the hospital when he got on the TV...Where were they all this time? Where was the help from them? Why didn't they take the guy to a hospital? After some point, his mass alone would prevent him from being able to do anything to stop them. What is he going to do if he can't even get off the bed to pee?

Please don't blame the government for his bad choices in life. This man did not die because he didn't get a bed in the hospital two days ago...he died because he couldn't stop eating and didn't seek help until it was past the point of reasonable.

I love this man.

Let the games begin!!!!

Now that the bailout is signed and we are supposed to have insured a more stable future it's time to start bringing the bad guys to task on why we had this problem to begin with. Congress, in its infinite wisdom and unrelenting pursuit of the truth is hot on the trail. (don't it just make you tingle all over?)

Enter the House Oversite Commitee and Mr. Waxman.

Our first morally bankrupt bastion of evil and greed is AIG. (I feel the colosseum atmosphere building)

First off I want to point out that it was noted in the article I read that Congress was forced to bailout AIG...now from what I could see over these last weeks, if hundreds of thousands of constituents calling in couldn't force the Congress to do anything they didn't want to do, I am having a hard time believing that they were backed into a corner here.

When the former heads of AIG are questioned as to why things got as bad as they did, their answer was...it was all the trash mortgages we were forced to devalue because of accounting rules.

the response from the HOC was ...so you are saying that this is not your fault? It has nothing to do with your management?...(mind you, if the government enacts laws that tell the companies how they will handle their business...where is the management responsibility in that?)

I guess the point I am trying to get at is this. Congress screwed up. For many many years bankers had set criteria to screen those who came in for loans. This criteria limited the risk in the transaction for the bankers, helped to insure payments would be able to be made and eventually the borrower would be able to burn their mortgage papers in a celebration. (people used to do this you know...have mortgage burning parties to commemorate the final payment on the house.) Congress (mostly those of the Democratic persuasion) noticed that because of this many people could not buy a home. Never mind the fact that they probably shouldn't buy a home cause they couldn't afford to keep up the payments. So the solution would be to enact a law that told bankers to loan to people who were in this bracket and don't worry cause the government will guarantee these loans through Freddie and Fannie. (there was much celebration throughout the land)

Now I am sure that there are those who feel that this was a great idea. More people should be able to buy homes, even those who are not as fortunate as others. I totally understand. However, if that is how you feel and you know this to be right in the depth of your soul. . .why don't you start a private organization that collects funds from all the other people like you and makes the money available to those less fortunate who deserve home ownership, but would otherwise be left renting. If a private organization wishes to get involved in the issue and come up with their own solution, fine. But Congress had no right to stick their noses into private transactions, set the standards and then use the tax payer as a guarantee on such foolishness.

Since they already have and since they have created a mess of things with their consistent meddling, they want to distance themselves from their part in it and are looking for someone to blame. So now the shell game starts.

It's sickening how they count on the lack of attention of the average American. What's more sickening...they are right.

Is this true? What do you think?