The 47 percent dogs

Now I’m not saying that these three dogs registered to vote and cast ballots, but they clearly are wearing “I voted” stickers*. 🙂

They are also members of the 47% Club. They have never paid rent, are on food stamps and get feee medical care. You get three guesses on who they voted for.

The first two guesses don’t count.

All in jest, of course, but here’s hoping you voted today!

*They did not really register to vote nor did they cast a ballot. That would be illegal. Even in Ohio.

GenY, get off your a** and vote, you jackwagon!

Yeah, that’s the old geezer me yelling at you to go vote. Does a blog post from a geezer voter make a really bad motivational speech to go vote?

Probably, but I’m doing it anyway.

This is not the first time I’ve read about GenY pouting about being ignored and protesting by not voting. The five reasons listed sound more like excuses than reasons. Did you all not overcome these obstacles for the 2008 election? Did you do it for yourself or for Barack Obama?

And now you are not voting as some sort of protest? Who pays attention to people who don’t speak up?

Nobody, that’s who.

Not speaking up is the same as agreeing.

If you don’t vote, you are just giving the folks who win a reason to ignore you and take advantage of you. Will you look back at your 24-year-old self from your 36-year-old self and ask why you didn’t care enough to get involved? Do you really want people in power to ignore your point of view, even when you’ve taken the time to write a letter, find a stamp and mail it?

People we vote into Congress have very real power. Congress is not like some Facebook protest group or Twitterstorm. A vote cast in Congress affects millions of actual lives. A vote in Congress puts people back to work or puts them out of work; decides whether they get health care or dies in an ER from a treatable condition; takes away their home or stops banks from foreclosing. While it may not seem like much, one vote begets another and another and another. Just like you may only be able to whisper as one person, when gathered together, you are deafening.

WIll you be proud of you or will you still be pouting?

Manup. Vote.

NOTE: The voice in my head while writing this was R. Lee Ermey in the Geico commercial. Click here to view in YouTube if you have not seen it.


Real election reform ideas

This is a very strange election cycle. I think a lot of people are floating ideas ahead of the 2012 presidential election that will be mind-blowing and head-spinning. 2012 may see the electorate perhaps as divided than we were during the American Civil War. I fear some may even take to arms to settle disputes of ideas.

We need to stop this trend of stoking up the people to anger just so 535 men and women can either stay in power or gain power. With the current state of the media competing with Lady GaGa, The Jersey Shore and the Housewives instead of rational thought, I don’t see a change in the trajectory. I really hope I’m wrong.

In the hope that reasonable people are reading and are also as nervous as I am with the mood of this country, I offer two options for some election reform.

For every day or portion of the day an incumbent is campaigning, they may not draw a salary or benefits from their elected positions
These people are interviewing for a job they hope to keep. The taxpayers paying them is like me demanding a day’s wages from a prospective employer for interviewing with them for a job I need to convince them I am qualified for. If they don’t get paid for campaigning, maybe the campaign season will be shorter and the actual work we elected them to do will be done more in earnest.

The only TV ads that are allowed are one where the actual candidate is speaking into the camera in his or her own words.
All other ads can be run, but they MUST carry a huge disclaimer throughout the entire broadcast of the ad that says “This is an opinion only. Facts have not been independently verified.” Even if the ad contains facts, unless the candidate is facing the camera and willing to put his/her words on the recorded record, it should be labeled opinion. Free speech means you can say what you want, but you can’t make up your own facts.

These are just a couple ideas from one of the unwashed, fading middle class voters out here in Pro-America who is getting very tired of the rancor, hate and anger but knows that to ignore it would be more dangerous to liberty than getting more involved.


Yes, Velma Hart, there is a Santa Claus, but he is not Barack Obama. He is you.

When I saw Velma Hart address President Obama a couple weeks ago, I cringed a little bit as she talked and cringed even more at Obama’s response. And I was just going to sigh deeply and let this go, not really wanting to add to the mountain of left-on-left violence that was clogging up the tubes.

But then I watched a bit of the One Nation Working Together rally yesterday and all I heard was more Velma.

“I’ve been told that I voted for a man who said he’s going to change things in a meaningful way for the middle class. I’m one of those people, and I’m waiting, sir. I’m waiting. I don’t feel it yet.”

Forgive me if I am interpreting this all a bit incorrectly, but what I am hearing is a nation all waiting around for someone to swoop in and give them a job, hand them a top 10 checklist for success. There never was such a thing and never will be. You were told “Yes, WE can” not “Yes, I can.” What part of WE did you not understand clearly enough? Did you think the fight was going to be easy? Did you think the fight was going to come without casualty? Your new reality, Velma, is your old reality: success is never easy; freedom is never free. Nobody is going to save you if you choose not to save yourself. It could very well be that your old reality was an illusion.

When was the last time someone swooped in and created change for you? Why did you believe Barack Obama was going to do that when others have not? When did you think you could coast?

What I would have liked to have heard the president ask back to Velma is, “When did you give up fighting for yourself? When did you grow tired of the hunt?”

This Velma moment reminds me of a scene in Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban. If it has been a while, watch it again. Toward the end, Harry is lying by the edge of the lake, dying as his soul is being sucked out by dementors. Some magic time shifting stuff, but he was on the other side of the lake, waiting for his dad to come and rescue him with the Patronus Charm; waiting as the dementors administers the Kiss, which sucked out a soul forever. He then realized that it was he who conjured the Patronus, not his dad. And this realization enabled him to create a powerful charm. Nobody saved him but himself.

This is how Velma — and all of us — need to view our “new reality.” We are our own saviors.

The world does not belong to the meek or the ambitious, but the tenacious. Sometimes moving forward means moving backwards a bit. But moving forward always means never giving up. Moving forward means getting back up when you get knocked down, regardless of how exhausted you feel. Moving forward, Velma Hart, means believing in yourself more than anyone else, even the President of the United States of America.

I think Barack Obama would agree.

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