Fall is here. There is no denying it. The trees are not only turning colors but losing leaves. There is a chill in the air when the sun goes down which means that it is time for soup. I had a vers…
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Anyone who follows politics, even just a little, is aware that America has lost its way. We used to be a shining city on a hill, a place where people were rewarded for dreaming big and working hard. Today, we are more like burning city on a hill. Our sorry state is reflected in the quality, (COUGH!), of our political leaders who play kabuki theater, presenting only shadows dimly lit by the flames.
America is a victim of her own success. We have bought into the normalcy bias and believe that things will always stay as they are. We have seen the nation suffer from crisis’ like 9-11, the banking collapse, ObamaCare, and runaway debt into the trillions of dollars. Trillions….I can’t even imagine what a trillion dollar pile of money looks like. How long before we have to start using gazillions to count our debt? Despite these problems, and countless more, we have not suffered the consequences of our opulent lifestyle even though there are many who say that we will be like Greece or Europe within the decade. We can still buy food at the store and go to Starbucks so, hey, all is right with the world. Why bother with these kinds of doomsday scenarios when we can focus on Bruce Jenner and his gender identity issues? I mean, a decade is like, an eternity away. Selfie break. We are MC Hammer in golden pants singing “Can’t touch this!”
MC Hammer was the embodiment of the American Dream. He was a poor kid from Oakland, born into a single parent home with seven brothers and sisters, who rose to fame by dancing on the sidewalk at A’s games. He parlayed his success into a record deal and the rest is history. Back in the early 90’s, it was always Hammer Time and it seemed like it would stay that way forever. But things change. Nirvana and gangster rap arrived on the scene and their pessimistic, edgy style made Hammer look like a goofy, cartoon character. He tried to adjust and made a record that threw off his genie pants image and replaced it with a black bandana and street cred manufactured by Tupac. Am I the only one who remembers “It’s All Good”? (Yes, my mind is scarred by pop culture). He was a sad imitation of Snoop Dog at this point and the reinvention of MC Hammer bombed. His popularity, wealth and fame dropped into the circular file of history. Sure he tried to make a comeback as recently as the mid two thousands when he rode the gust of “Gangnam Style” but that lasted as long as a Tootsie Pop. We are MC Hammer and Nirvana’s record has dropped. America is facing an election where it looks like we will have Hillary and Trump as our “champions”. Paul Ryan, who is a younger, paler version of John Bohener, has been anointed Speaker of the House, and we have raised the debt “ceiling”, lol, another trillion, but who’s counting. How do we avoid becoming irrelevant has-beens in Bankruptcy Court? The answer lies with Vanilla Ice.
Alright, stop, collaborate and listen, Ice is back… with a new show and a second rise from rags to riches. Corny, I know but this is a pop culture parable, so bare with me. Vanilla Ice has risen from the ashes of being a national “Ice, Ice Baby” punch line and reinvented himself as a blue collar contractor. I watched his show, “The Vanilla Ice Project” on the DIY network with my kids. They had absolutely NO idea who he was, don’t worry, I filled them in. Anyhow, he is sitting on a pile of cash that he earned the old fashioned way. He rolled up his sleeves and got to work. He rebuilds and remodels outdated mansions and sells them for sizable profits. Do you see where I’m going with this? This is what our nation needs to do. It is time to stop falling victim to the whims of pop culture, no more dance fads, and get to work rebuilding what will soon be lost if not valued. We KNOW what makes America great. We KNOW that hard work works. The World is trying to drag us into Eurovision and our politicians think that they can sing and dance our way into success. We can’t. We need to rebuild. It is time to fire the managers and send the groupies home. It’s hammer, and nails, time!
If I were going to cast a boogeyman targeted toward the fears of the Black Community in the United States, I would have chosen George Zimmerman. Zimmerman is the embodiment of all of the enemies targeted by the black intelligentsia rolled into one package; he is a half white, half hispanic, half “jew” who longed to be a cop.
Since the case started to blow up in media about three weeks ago, I have wondered:
1. Why did THIS particular story make it onto the national stage?
2. Why did the President choose to insert himself into THIS particular case?
3. Why was this turned into a story about white racism when the alleged perpetrator is half hispanic?
4. Who is organizing all of the marches and rallies?
It didn’t take long to find some interesting links that tie these questions together. The Martin story began as a local story until…
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They say that music is the “soundtrack of our lives”. I can think of several times when music has crystalized the events in my life. When Obama won re-election, I listened to “Cough Syrup” by Young the Giant, until the fog lifted, “The Voice” gave me refuge from the aftermath, and Sacred Music lifts my mind to thoughts of God during Mass. Music has become the poetry of the modern age. I have pulled back from writing about politics because it feels like an exercise in futility. But, like Michael in “The Godfather”, every time I try to get out, they pull me back in. I present to you the week in news via song dedications. Feel free to add your own in the comment box below.
Top Story: Obama Administration Justice Department Seizes AP Phone Records
The Press was up in arms this week when they learned that the Justice Department had seized two months of their phone records without notification or due process. We all know that this little squabble wont last. This is a love story, The Backstreet Boys said it best…the Press to Obama:
IRS Uses Power to Silence Tea Party and Conservative Groups
We learned that the IRS has been sending ALL requests for tax exempt status by Conservative groups to a “special” review board. The IRS has learned a few things from the TSA; this is like giving a full body strip search to Grandma. We will never know how much silencing conservative voices effected the 2012 election. Simon and Garfunkel:
Benghazi Whistle Blowers Reveal Cover Up by White House
The White House continues to deny that they sent Susan Rice out to lie to the American people about the Benghazi terrorist attack. They claim that they did not know it was terrorism in the days after the attack and chose to blame an anti-Islamic video. Whistle blowers have revealed this to be a lie, wrapped in a cover-up. This story makes a nice bookend with Fast and Furious. We will see if the Administration can deflect this scandal as well as the last. Maybe they are….
In the words of Paul Harvey….”Good day!”
I, like many other Conservatives, used to LOVE Chris Christie. Watching him take on Unions and whining teachers making more than their fair share, transformed him from an overweight politician into Captain America in my eyes. He seemed like Obi-Wan- “our last hope”. Despite the growing cracks in his conservatism, many Conservatives lamented the fact that he refused to run for president in 2012. But, he had the class to admit that he wasn’t ready so all was forgiven. Then IT happened.
During that last week of the election, Hurricane Sandy hit the East Coast. The Jersey Shore was left in shambles. Christie seemingly abandoned all politics to tend to his state while it was suffering. I was with him through all of this believing that this was proof that he had his priorities straight. The “IT” that I am referring to was not the hurricane. “IT” was the love fest that happened between Christie, Obama and Christie’s man crush, Bruce Springsteen.
Christie became a drooling lap dog for the Democrat Party during a critical point of the 2012 election. The election had been labeled the most crucial of our lifetime and arguably, the crossroad of our nation’s future. We were facing a hard turn to the Left if Obama won. “12” was our last opportunity to right the ship. I believe that Christie cuddling up to Obama was the iceberg that sunk the inevitable win by the “lesser of two evils”, Republican candidate, Mitt Romney. In fact, the entire election was turned by a single phone call. It went like this:
“The president told me if I had one more minute, there was someone else he wanted me to talk to,” Christie told reporters at a press conference. “In times of real difficulty, he thought the only thing better than one Jersey guy was two Jersey guys, and he put Bruce Springsteen on the phone.
“Bruce said to me how proud he was of his state,” Christie said. “How proud he was and how tough we are. It was a good conversation today and it was great to talk to the president – and even better to talk to Bruce.”
Bruce Springsteen looked a lot like thirty pieces of silver that day, or maybe a kiss. All I know is that I felt betrayed and sold out. Even Chris Mathews acknowledged that Sandy and Christie’s praise for Obama changed the outcome of the election.
Chris Christie has no place in the Conservative movement. He deserves no platform unless he wants to make a formal apology. The Democrats have hoodwinked Republicans into thinking that we need to have a “big tent” approach to our politics and let everyone in if we ever hope to win another election. Anyone with half a brain knows this isn’t true. Just look at the Democrats. They circle the wagons around their ideology and speak with a unified voice…even when they are selling a lie like Obamacare or the current battle over the sham sufferings that they claim will occur over the sequester.
Conservatives are NOT Republicans. We need to protect the only working limb that can drag us out of the hole our nation has been thrown into. Allowing RINO’s to steal the spotlight at a serious forum like CPAC is suicide. I am edified that CPAC has the good sense to recognize this fact. Christie should go back to Jersey and help get the power back on for those who are still out in the cold. If he doesn’t like this option, he can always grab his air guitar and jam out to “Born in the USA”. It will be the perfect accompaniment to Obama’s fiddle playing.
I’m not ashamed to admit it, I went on a bad one after the election. I had hoped that the country would turn in a new direction and was shocked when the voters doubled down and gave Barack Obama a second term. I cried in my coffee the next day. I felt the optimism drain from my body. I didn’t want to care anymore, it hurt too much. So I did what I could to cope. I bought a pack of cigarettes, (I don’t smoke), and tuned in to reality T.V. in an attempt to tune out.
For me, the state of American politics had become embodied by the image of Nancy Pelosi carrying that freakishly large gavel after the Heath Care Reform Bill was forced through via Deem and Pass aka “Demon Pass”. I have four more years of “In your face sucka.” governing to look forward to. “Yippie.” I want the blue pill. Hook me back up to the Matrix please.
“The Voice” would be my new Republic. The people were nicer, better looking and the choices they made on the show didn’t affect me. I put the kids to bed and waited for my husband to fall asleep. I put on my pjs and fuzzy socks and crept into the kitchen to my computer. I couldn’t let my family know that my wound was so deep that I had turned to reality television. It felt GREAT to escape the stress of trying to convince the world to see things my way. I had always seen myself as a warrior against the swell of Communism, now I felt like the last Samurai. But something happened to me in those two hours that I watched the show. My optimism was stoked by what I witnessed. I think America is going to be ok. Here’s why.
The first thing that struck me about “The Voice” was how they chose their contestants. The contestants on the show where picked by blind audition. The celebrity judges were only allowed to hear them. Therefore, they were judged on the merits of their talent and nothing else. It is a process that I have never seen in either the entertainment business or the real world for that matter. I mean, rewarding someone based on their merit! Who does that??
Also, the singers that made it through were wildly diverse in race, age, weight- in fact you name it. It looked like The Great American Melting Pot cartoon from School House Rock had come to life. There may even have been a Republican! The judges themselves are diverse as well. You have artists from Rock, Pop, Soul, and Country genres that coach the newbies. The coaching that they give the contestants has a humanizing effect on them. They become real people with something to contribute rather than self-absorbed idols wanting adoration, money and Cristal- not that I’m stereotyping…much.
My favorite contestant is a black woman who sings like Whitney Houston and is equally as pretty. She has a voice that rivals Whitney’s and Christina Aguilera’s but she likes to sing rock. Her performance of Aerosmith’s anthem “Dream On” was nothing short of epic. Talk about breaking free from political correctness and stereotypes! I have seen a lot of things that I didn’t expect on this show. My hope is that is a microcosm of the changing nature of our country.
Can you imagine a world where people are not judged by the color of their skin but the content of their character? A world where merit is rewarded? Where people are free to express and pursue the gifts that God gave them? What a concept. All of this is starting to make me think those jokes about making the political process a reality show might not be that crazy after all. Watching failed politicians win re-election and the nation drown in a sea of trouble and debt makes me think our current system can’t get any more absurd.
Why not give it a try? What do we have to lose? Instead of letting politicians fiddle while Rome burns- let’s make them sing.