I’ll fill in your blank for you, Dan! Please let me fill in your blank! (Why am I envisioning silly Candy Vanetta, who used to be the one in class who frantically waved her hand in the air when she knew the answer, fearful that the teacher would call on someone else this time, and she would miss yet another chance to shine? (Candy loved to shine ... and she and I avoided each other like the plague).
If you promise me you won’t lump me into the same category with Candy, I’ll fill in your blank for you, Dan. (If you insist on pairing me with her, then delete the next forty-three paragraphs, unread – and go to sleep tonight knowing that you’ve dealt my fragile ego a potentially deadly blow :).
This President is attempting to appease moreso than he is attempting to stand on principle. I do not believe he is unaware that having the federal government steal from one segment of society in order to provide prescription drugs for another segment is unconstitutional. I also don’t believe that he is unaware that granting amnesty to lawbreakers, simply because of their gargantuan numbers and the level of commitment it would take to send them back from where they came, is unconstitutional. I do not believe that he is unaware that passing laws which will allow the removal of liberties from law abiding citizens, should federal authorities deem that our homeland is under a security threat, is unconstitutional. Nor do I believe that he is unaware that the overwhelming majority of atrocious bills that he has failed to veto are unconstitutional.
Our President simply believes that the socialist train is moving too fast for him to step in front of. So he’s attempting to slow it down by feeding it less fuel than his predecessors. What he doesn’t seem to comprehend is that this particular train has its eye on a point of no return. And, when it reaches that destination, it won’t need fuel anymore. It will become self-sustaining. And there will be nothing any of us can do to stop it.
There is going to come a time when so many of our freedoms have been removed that we begin to wonder what the word choice once meant; when we are answerable to government for so many things over which we ourselves used to have control; when it no longer pays to work hard because those who don’t work hard live just as well as those who do; when the term ‘American’ no longer has a definitive meaning because our borders are so open, our language and culture so bastardized, and our historical roots so deeply buried, that we no longer know who we are.
It’s time to stop fueling the train.
BTW, here’s an ‘aside’ for you, to illustrate, in a small, specific way, the state of at least a portion of our urban society today (and then, once I’m finished with my record-breaking vent, I’m going out for a long, long run :) ...
I substitute taught today (middle school physics and math) in a city school district. In one of the classes (a remedial type of math), I had to collect money from the students for a field trip they will be going on later this month. I placed the collected money in my desk drawer in a large manilla envelope. To make a long story short, when I went to tally the money half an hour later, the envelope was gone (in part, my fault for not locking the desk when I had to leave the room briefly during my free period).
Because of the time span involved, I deduced that the person who took the money had to be a member of the last remedial math class I had taught. I went to the office and found out where that class was now. Fortunately, they were all still together in an English class. So I walked into the class and gave a note to the teacher, telling her not to let that class go to lunch when the bell rang – that I would be down there to talk with them.
At the end of that class, I walked in and said, ‘I had an envelope containing almost three hundred dollars in my desk in your math classroom an hour ago. One of you already knows that. That envelope is now gone from the desk, and one of you has to have taken it. I have a pretty good idea who it is [even though I didn’t]. I am going to leave this room now, and I will be back in five minutes. If the envelope is not on this desk in the front of this room at the end of those five minutes, I will be calling the police and pressing charges. And stealing three hundred dollars is a felony.’
I left the room, walked down the hall, and returned five minutes later. The envelope was on the desk. So I dismissed the class for lunch.
I spoke to the principal about the matter after school, and asked whether he believes the matter should be pressed further in order to discover who took the money (everyone in the class obviously knows, since they all saw him/her place the envelope on the desk) and punish him/her, not legally, but through some sort of punitive school action. He said that he would just let the matter go now, since the money was returned.
I can’t help but wonder how many more things this child has stolen, and will steal, that won’t be returned. I don’t agree with the principal, and, were I a fulltime teacher in that school, instead of a lowly substitute, I would press the matter further with the administration.
It’s running time ... :)
~ joanie
Go ahead Angel, & I'll hum Dr.John's torch song, "Candy" to set the *mood*. ;^)
"If you promise me you won’t lump me into the same category with Candy, I’ll fill in your blank for you, Dan. (If you insist on pairing me with her, then delete the next forty-three paragraphs, unread – and go to sleep tonight knowing that you’ve dealt my fragile ego a potentially deadly blow :)."
No deal, I know a wedge when I see it & I *do* know how to handle power even if others don't. {g}
"This President is attempting to appease moreso than he is attempting to stand on principle. I do not believe he is unaware...Our President simply believes that the socialist train is moving too fast for him to step in front of."
Yea you may be right about that train, but, I hope this POTUS understands the train's going to wreck whether he jumps in front or not.
Whatever he does, he's going to be blamed & that's something else I hope he understands, because, he has had many opportunities to do what was right for the nation and for reason or reasons unknown to us, he's done the exact opposite.
Not a "low blow," not a "smear," just the unvarnished facts where only the worst of the worst will try to justify the behavior.
"So he’s attempting to slow it down by feeding it less fuel than his predecessors."
Ahhhhh, I *see*.
A governmental Atkins diet kinda thing.
Got it.
"What he doesn’t seem to comprehend is that this particular train has its eye on a point of no return. And, when it reaches that destination, it won’t need fuel anymore. It will become self-sustaining. And there will be nothing any of us can do to stop it."
That, Angel, is *not* a train you've described.
That, is a monster.
"There is going to come a time when so many of our freedoms have been removed that we begin to wonder what the word choice once meant; when we are answerable to government for so many things over which we ourselves used to have control; when it no longer pays to work hard because those who don’t work hard live just as well as those who do; when the term ‘American’ no longer has a definitive meaning because our borders are so open, our language and culture so bastardized, and our historical roots so deeply buried, that we no longer know who we are."
>?<
"It’s time to stop fueling the train."
Too late.
"BTW, here’s an ‘aside’ for you, to illustrate, in a small, specific way, the state of at least a portion of our urban society today...I substitute taught today (middle school physics and math) in a city school district. In one of the classes (a remedial type of math), I had to collect money from the students for a field trip they will be going on later this month. I placed the collected money in my desk drawer in a large manilla envelope. To make a long story short, when I went to tally the money half an hour later, the envelope was gone (in part, my fault for not locking the desk when I had to leave the room briefly during my free period)."
HA!!
An inner city school, eh?
Well.
*Learn* anything, teacher? {g}
"At the end of that class, I walked in and said, ‘I had an envelope containing almost three hundred dollars..."
Ummmmm, 3x what they paid you for the entire *day* will be my wager.
Be that as it may...
"...in my desk in your math classroom an hour ago. One of you already knows that. That envelope is now gone from the desk, and one of you has to have taken it. I have a pretty good idea who it is [even though I didn’t]. I am going to leave this room now, and I will be back in five minutes. If the envelope is not on this desk in the front of this room at the end of those five minutes, I will be calling the police and pressing charges. And stealing three hundred dollars is a felony.’ I left the room, walked down the hall, and returned five minutes later. The envelope was on the desk. So I dismissed the class for lunch."
Ducked a bullet, kid.
I told you I'd pay to see you go over to those tin plated weinies running a couple of the rogue pacific rim nations & give 'em a what for, & I meant it.
You're *exactly* what's needed in our spineless State Dept.
"I spoke to the principal about the matter after school, and asked whether he believes the matter should be pressed further in order to discover who took the money (everyone in the class obviously knows, since they all saw him/her place the envelope on the desk) and punish him/her, not legally, but through some sort of punitive school action. He said that he would just let the matter go now, since the money was returned."
Good principle, with the wisdom of Solomon.
I'd have told you the same thing, BTW.
"I can’t help but wonder how many more things this child has stolen, and will steal, that won’t be returned."
MYOB & teach math & physics, not, ethics.
The theif gave it up & *that* is the most "honesty" -- in the sense you & I understand honesty -- that one will [probably] ever be capable of showing & *you* witnessed it; so, be grateful for that. :o)
"I don’t agree with the principal, and, were I a fulltime teacher in that school, instead of a lowly substitute, I would press the matter further with the administration."
Yea well you wouldn't *be* a "full time teacher" there very long if you did. Fact.
*Got* to follow orders from the one with more brass & in your heart of hearts you know that, too; which, is why -- I dare say -- you're *not* a "full time" teacher.
"It’s running time..."
Fine.
But be careful.
Watch for dogs...2 *&* 4-legged ones.
And today?
...finish your lunch, OK? {g}
Very nice work...MUD