Nobody Flashes More Thoughts About Independence
Nobody Flashes
My husband wasn’t feeling well last night, so for the first time in my life, I did not go to anywhere to see fireworks. But I did go to the pool, and was chased in earnest on my way out, by some lady who looked as if had the most dire news:
“We just need to raise the utility taxes 7 percent.” the lady said. Good god. We fought a WAR over taxes this day in 1776. What a day to ask.
By the look on her face, things were dire. She stuck a flyer in my face which said that due to budget cuts, not only will the Fireworks display be gone forever, but our police and fire department would have to make cuts also.
Yes, my little town has become Detroit. We will cut everything but big government bureaucrats and their big overloaded pensions.
My friend, who saw the horror in her face, fell for it. “You know, we haven’t had to pay this tax for years.” she said.
We pay some of the biggest property taxes in Missouri. We also have the BIGGEST school district in Missouri, so you know, it’s full of teachers, administrators…democrats, all making big bucks.
More than 67 percent of our property taxes goes to the school, which is almost 75 percent black, and YET, the state lottery is suppose to support them too. And they want more.
Our taxes are going to pay for the schools, and their pensions.
Some of these people make over $230,000 a year. And our schools are horrible. I know, I went to them. (It’s one of the reasons my spelling is so bad.) So did my son.
Using FEAR and PITY, is an old political trick. Obama is using the children on the border right now…as a weapon.
As I read the headlines tonight on Drudge, its says we are a divided nation. Okay, but you sure couldn’t tell that today.
And yet…I did notice two things about this 4th that I have never noticed before:
I watched the celebrations in Washington D.C. and New York. In song, and spirit, it was one of the MOST Patriotic I’ve seen in years. They even said the Pledge of Allegiance with GOD left in! And in my neighborhood, where fireworks are not allowed, all around there were so many fireworks in the sky, smoke-filled the streets.
Everybody broke the law. What were the police going to do? Arrest them all? I loved it.
While, I think, in some small way, it was a good sign–in their own small way the people who put on these programs decided to go back to the America values of our traditions—–My husband said, “It’s all about false hope.” And he could be right. Tonight I noticed that my cable station added about 30 Spanish-speaking channels…not much hope for “One nation, under god.” with that is there?
Sometime this weekend, Obama will be wining and dining “illegals” who join the military. I guess American Citizens are not longer joining up. He is going full force with letting everyone who can get in, come in.
And where do we go to stop this invasion, brought to us to destroy our way of life by our own government?
Maybe our founders had the answer: Give the power, back to the states.
And that’s why I include this scene from the HBO series, John Adams.
The words, still stand. All we need to do is resurrect them.

I think we can agree that there comes a time in any ‘Family’ when the kids grow up and leave home. Sometimes it is with resentment and a forgetting of all the sacrifices the parents had made over many years.
The ‘Americas’ were the favoured sons of Britain. Loved, admired and so sadly lost. The new ‘Americans’ took the family silver and the horse and buggy and ran away. They consorted with nasty people (the french). They have never made reparation. They blamed and villified (and still do) the King, who lets us face the fact here, was a figurehead ruled by a Parliament that had more representatives of America and its interests than the average Englishman had. It was and still is a sad event. An unecessary event.
God bless America. God speed. But that is what an English father says. One who loves his son, despite the hurt inflicted. Britain will always love its favourite son America far more than America can love its parent. May it be a Prodigal son who returns home one day.
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