Spoiled Children Become Spoiled Presidents

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I’m thinking Barack Obama must have gotten away with some pretty pathetic behavior when he was a kid.  Now, we know he had some issues, what with being raised by 60s “activists,” failing to show up at class in both high school and college (he has gleefully admitted that himself), being abandoned by his so-called dad at a very young age, etc., and I’m thinking that along the way he was both indulged and excused by those raising him when he failed to behave in a responsible manner.

Just look at what we’re dealing with today in the wake of the president’s oh-so-glorious pronouncement last night.  Almost two weeks ago he was a dealt a stunning blow to his delicate ego.  As leader of his party and god-like entity to his media lapdogs, he hit the campaign trail for democrats, proclaiming that though he was not on the ballot, his policies were there for all to laud.  Well, the voters did not care to laud him, his policies or his fellow dems, and all were crushed at the polls.  The result?  An infuriated president who would, like a villain in a superhero movie, exact his revenge on those who failed to honor and obey him.

Last night he took the first step in avenging his ego, throwing open the floodgates of our nation’s sovereign borders and welcoming those who have broken some of our most sacred laws to reap the bountiful gifts they “deserve” from law-abiding, tax-paying Americans who need to be brought down from their exalted positions.  Then, today, he ignored all those pesky arguments about national security and let loose more prisoners from Guantanamo, despite others so released, who have returned to their terrorist activities.  And this, my friends, is only the beginning of this punishment to which he will subject us, perhaps believing that just as no one — mom, grandma, whoever — stopped him before, no one will stop him now either.  We would all be so better off if only mom, grandma, whoever, had given him a time-out or two during his formative years — and even made him get a job flipping burgers as a teenager so he might gain an appreciation of what it means to work for a living.  Oh, well.  Too late for that, but let’s hope it’s not too late for us.

Death of a Nation

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Tonight, in the spirit of the howling, frothing medieval mob gathered in the yard at the Tower of London, we witnessed the public execution of the United States Constitution.  For years now, this entity, unique to all the world, has been tortured, flayed, starved and torn, pelted with blood, shredded by claws, and now, it meets an end from which no one who could, no one assigned the duty, had the courage to rescue it.

That so many — not a majority, mind you, but far too many — tonight are cheering its end, that is a phenomenon that those of us who still believe in the last great hope and the miraculous meeting of minds and hearts that led to its founding in the midst of a tyrannical world centuries ago will never, ever, understand.  With only our memories of liberty, we watch from the sidelines as the mob surges forward to kiss the ring of the executioner, to weep upon his feet and vow once more in those tears of rapture, to obey and succumb to whatever he asks.  He nods.  They bow.  Medieval.

Perhaps tomorrow those who do embody the word “American,” those mourning, not cheering tonight, perhaps tomorrow we can rally as those Americans who came before us did at Valley Forge; at Fredericksburg, Shiloh, and Gettysburg; in the trenches on the Western Front and the jungles of Vietnam; at Pearl Harbor, Bastogne and Normandy Beach; and at Ground Zero.  But tonight, no.  Tonight, Shakespeare.  “Good night, sweet Prince, And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest.”

Coming Home to GrizzlyMom

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When I first started this site however many summers ago it was now, I never dreamed that I would be spending so much time, so much rage, so many words, writing about the man currently occupying the White House.  That was not the intent, but he, and those who have enabled him for all these years, left me choice.

Then, in November of 2012, my country — well, half my country — disappointed me as never before, when they again granted this man permission to crush our Constitution, our liberties, our families, our history, and our common sense.  I needed to take a break.

GrizzlyMom readers asked if I had quit.  No, never.  I still seethed, still composed, as did we all, as scandal after scandal, weakness after weakness, lie after lie, insanity after insanity continued to emerge, to the point where so many of us (more than half I’d venture to say now) don’t even recognize our great nation anymore.  And now, as we stand on this unrecognizable precipice,  I have decided it’s time to come home to GrizzlyMom.

I have no idea what awaits our nation in the next two years.  I expect the worst as we see a president, more distant and desperate than ever, using our military as his own private band of toy soldiers (or, as some in the military have said, his private taxi service); a Congress running amok, rabid to feed their own egos and coffers without thought of Constitutionally mandated checks and balances; politically correct divisive nonsense spinning around us like a hurricane; and terrorists waking suddently to a world of opportunity about which they could previously only dream.  Now back, I plan to keep my posts short and newsy, focused, as I originally intended on the need for Americans to reclaim their strength, their voices, and their liberties in the spirit of “protecting home, family, cubs and country.”  I hope you’ll join me.

Good-Bye to Twinkies and 18,000 Jobs: A Win-Win-Win for the Left

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We have all heard by now of the death of the Twinkie — and the HoHo and the Ding Dong and all those beloved Hostess treats — thanks to a union’s demands that would make yet another American company incapable of surviving.  Today it was made official.  A judge had ordered the various parties back to the bargaining table, but to no avail.  So say good-bye to the Twinkie and 18,000 American jobs that have for generations made it a part of American fabric and culture.

In the wake of this event, unions nationwide can declare victory by showing us all who is really the boss here.  Unions have emerged victorious, refusing to budge, refusing to bow to management demands, well worth the thousands of jobs lost.  Their victory has in turn emboldened countless other unions nationwide that have promised to disrupt Thanksgiving holiday travel and various and sudry Black Friday shopping sprees coast to coast.  In other words, the unions will do all in their power to increase consumer prices and decrease company profits.

TodayBarack Obama may claim victory, as well, as 18,000 more people are added to the government dole.  There is nothing more precious to this president than ensuring that more and more Americans find themselves dependent on the government, and, best yet, on him.

And, finally, the first lady can today declare victory as fewer sweet treats are available to the American people, obese and otherwise, who refuse to do her bidding and eliminate sweet treats from their American diets.  Can’t convince them to obey you voluntarily, Michelle?  Then, by God, take the treats off the market and force them into submission!  Of course, her victory may be short lived if another company purchases the brand and the recipes, but we may remain confident that if this happens, she will find some other way to protect us from ourselves.

So see, a win, win, win all around for the leftist agenda.  And just in time for the launch of the 2012 holiday season.  Happy Thanksgiving, everyone!

General Petraeus Becomes a “Bump in the Road” Just in Time for Veteran’s Day

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Late last Friday afternoon we learned that General David Petraeus, former commander of our armed forces in both Iraq and Afghanistan and currently the director of the Central Intelligence Agency, has resigned from his post because of an extramarital affair.  In the wake of his announcement, the White House was quick to float the news, as well, that thanks to this resignation, the general will not be testifying in the investigation into the deaths of four Americans in Benghazi two months ago.

As anyone with eyes and ears is aware, the murky story about the events of that terrible night back in September has swirled violently from one ridiculous, infuriating story arc to the next, morphing into one of the most disgraceful coverups in America’s history.  The plot now thickens with the timely destruction of a respected warrior who was linked to the announcement a few days before election day 2012 that no one in his agency is responsible for the orders that resulted in the death of a Navy Seal who had defied orders to save Americans left attacked and unprotected in a remote and dangerous outpost.  In other words, the current powers that be tell us, the people of America will not be hearing from a man who poses a threat to this newly re-elected administration, a man who has now been undermined by a “coincidentally” timed scandal designed to silence him and render him, and anything he might say, inconsequential.

The General, then, becomes yet another “bump in the road.”  And just in time for Veteran’s Day, that day every November when we honor the men and women who have risked their lives to protect the people of America and the founding principles that, until last Tuesday, have made this country the greatest testament to liberty and human dignity the world has ever known.

If the adminstration thought this would end both the General’s “not optimal” testimony in the ongoing coverup, as well as the population’s desire for the truth, it was wrong.   While half of America may be willing to swallow the nonsense the powers that be have fed them, we members of the other half, the half that believes in truth and the sacrifices made by our men and women in uniform, are only more inflamed and angered by the latest wrinkle in the Benghazi scandal/coverup.

The theories behind the transparent timing of this “coincidence” are spreading like wildfire.  My favorite, the one my weary heart is depending on, holds that “someone” attempted to urge the General to fall in line and be a good little boy.  Tell the investigators what we want you to tell them, says the someone, and we won’t release this pesky information about your unbecoming conduct with a woman not your wife.  I like to think the General, a 37-year veteran of battlefield strategy, launched in turn a surprise attack.  He resigned.  In so doing, he becomes a private citizen, one faced with serious private issues at home to be sure, but one faced, as well, with the liberty to say whatever he cares to say to a panel of investigators looking in to the death of four Americans.  Despite the scandal that currently stains his character, our half of America now depends on him to embrace the military traditions of honor and courage, especially on this very symbollic day.

And once again, our half of America waits for a message that our ideals and principles and the courage that molded them are not dead.  Defy the orders, General, we plead, just like Navy Seal Tyrone Woods did on that terrible September night.  Speak for us, and speak for him.  Indeed half of our America is praying that the General will honor his own service, the men and women who served with him, and those who came before him and defend the sacrifices and traditions of his calling that are today being trashed and betrayed.  Will he be a hero and speak what he knows?  Or will he remain silent and thus nullify all the good he has done in the past.  My half of America, today of all days as we honor those who have risked and sacrificed their lives for us, wait for him to bring the truth to light.

I Believe in Half of America

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I was so hoping two nights ago to be able to take a deep breath after four difficult years of waiting, hug my family, and say, “I believe in America.”

But then, the Obamaphone won.  And with it, tyranny won, as well.

So I had to take a break.  I spent the day after working hard around my house and focusing on those I love.  Like most conservatives did that day, I imagine.  I then spent a good chunk of yesterday online and with fellow conservatives, all of us, I believe, relieved and comforted to find that we are not alone.  We knew that already, but there is great comfort seeing your own heart relected almost identically in the words and hearts of so many others.  Half of America actually.  Also encouraging was the personal nature of it.  It seemed we regular people out here are more concerned with how this terrible Tuesday affects our families and our lives, ignoring the panic of so-called party leaders and pundits yammering on about amnesty, reaching out, campaign strategies, the woman problem, blah, blah, blah.  You know what?  We don’t care.

Tuesday was our wake-up call about who we are as a country and who we are as a people.  For far too many of us, the conservatives who just a few short days ago believed in the last great hope, Tuesday shattered our foundation.  Maybe the country will recover.  Maybe it won’t.  We can’t care anymore.

We can’t care about the “flexibility” this re-elected president has promised to countries that salivate openly at the sight of our exposed jugular.  We can’t care about the small businesses that will evaporate before our very eyes, and the skyrocketing numbers of unemployed Americans — some who still want to work and, apparently, so many others who don’t.  We can’t care about the college kids who can’t find jobs after powering through their chosen curricula with dreams, not of Obama’s father, but of their own families they hoped to nuture one day and the opportunities they presumed would be waiting.  We are wise to stop caring, as well, about the Americans who were murdered in the line of duty almost two months ago, because we know that now, all the scandals that have tainted this newly re-anointed administration will be forgotten.  We can’t care about the financial cliff that looms, the crippling tax burdens, the record-setting gas prices or the tenacles of socialized medicine that will at last break the spine of this country — all of which are this week being celebrated and endorsed by half of an America we thought we knew.

Of course those of us mourning the loss of our country — not of power, mind you, but country — we can’t help it.  We will still care.  But now, unlike before, we will be selective about it.

Today we believe in half of America.  As the United Nations and Iran and those who see America as nothing but an ATM machine with endless cash, we who have opposed tyranny will save our concerns for the military families who this week now fear for their loved ones as never before; for Israel which finds itself alone; and for the half of the nation who mourns a country set for destruction by the other half earlier this week.  To that other half, who today continue to gloat and giggle and call us names, I say be careful what you wish for.  You have actually set the rest of us free.  Atlas is shrugging, and soon you will see what happens when we who once cared are no longer invested.

 

With Liberty?

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Tonight we stand on the precipice.  We were shoved on to this place, our knees now bruised and bloody from the fall, when, four years ago our precious nation was turned over to individuals with a shared disdain for the men and women who risked their lives and the lives of their families to create a nation unlike any ever envisioned on this planet.  Shared, too, has been their insatiable hunger for power, a twisted need to control every move made by the masses, whose reverance for this exceptional nation defies the tyrants’ collective comprehension.  What great strides those dark forces have made over these past three-and-a-half years in wresting liberty away from those who hold it so dear, a goal that culminates tomorrow with a decision made by a panel of nine.

So tomorrow we awaken to discover if we are still governed, not by damaged and dictatorial men, but by the set of most eloquent laws we find within our founding documents that ensure our liberty.   These three-and-a-half difficult years have found many of us holding those documents to our hearts, renewing our faith in their principles, begging friends, family, elected representatives, anyone who would listen, to remember them, read them, embrace them — and to honor the blood shed to preserve and keep them.

So are we to awaken tomorrow a free nation?  Or are we to feel a knee in the back, forcing us down on to our bruised and bloodied knees before the tyrants and their rule.  The choice is ours.  Regardless of what verdict the nine send down from their mount in the morning.

 

A Predictably Pandering State of the Union from Barack Obama

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The democrats in Congress certainly got a workout tonight.  It would seem their seats were wired to zap them with electric shocks whenever Barack Obama, in tonight’s State of the Campaign Address, offered an applause line he deemed worthy of a standing ovation.  For those dems in attendance, from former first lady Hillary to Warren Buffet’s secretary to Nancy “giant gavel” Pelosi to carefully selected military folk to, sadly, recuperating congresswoman Gabrielle Giffords, this meant leaping up every two phrases or so.  Perhaps that was the intent: Distract Americans who might be watching so they won’t pay attention to what the president is saying – and more, importantly, what he’s not.  More likely, he was just trying to show Newt that “see, I can get standing ovations, too.”

But let’s look into the true meaning of those standing Os, shall we?  Painfully apparent almost from the get-go was the fact that we were witnessing democrats in panic.   As their leader presented even more taxpayer-funded bribes to an already crippling list, and blatantly avoided the many failures and unpopular policies of his administration, the dems felt the need to convince onlookers that their guy has the right stuff – and yes, that he can get standing ovations, too!  And there among them, almost repeatedly trampled, was John McCain, flanked, by choice, on all sides by democrats, reminding us once more that in 2008 we voters were essentially offered a choice between two democrats: one moderate, the other the most radical leftwing democrat ever to win the party’s nomination, let alone the election.

Pathetic was that party’s behavior tonight, as well as that of Obama, who once again displayed for all the world his complete disconnect with the American people and the way this country operates.  He tried to cover for this, apparently with the help of the Government Motors advertising team, reading from his prompter pithy ad-copy platitudes “an economy built to last,” “an America built to last” – mimicking, it would seem, what we’ll hear during commercial breaks when the Giants face the Patriots in Indianapolis on February 5th.

I won’t bother summarizing what Obama covered in his campaign speech tonight.  We’ve heard it all before: the meaningless catchphrases, the pandering promises, the glaring omissions, several play-by-play narratives of how he took out Osama bin Laden – though I did find disconcerting his intent to transform the United States Defense Department into a green-energy mill.  The upshot of it all is that he intends to continue to disregard the constraints of the U.S. Constitution and do whatever he wants to do, because, you see, he knows what’s best for us in all aspects of our American life.  Still not sure where he gained such expertise in all aspects of American life, but how dare I ask.  Instead I’ll just hope for change come November – and hope that this is the last Obama State of the Union we will ever have to see.

The Time Machine to Occupy Wherever

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I am reminded of my Freshman year at UCLA, when I arrived on my 1980s campus one morning to find myself immersed in a crowd of hippies in leather fringe, bell bottoms and long stringy hair.  What the heck happened, I wondered, between the time I went to bed the night before and this bright morning? The filming of some movie, that’s what happened. So no, I had not been transported in my sleep back 20 years to the sixties, and thank God for that.

But now here we are in 2011, awakening to find ourselves immersed in crowds of retro protesters, not, this time, the products of Hollywood’s central casting, but real live sixties throwbacks calling for the downfall of the United States of America. Marching on Wall Street, Los Angeles, Boston, Tampa, Oakland, San Francisco, Phoenix, Portland, and everywhere in between, they call themselves “Occupy wherever,” and from what I have gleaned, I don’t think they have any idea what they are demanding, other than freedom from personal responsibility, freedom from employment, and freedom from basic hygiene.

Coverage of these protests reveals nothing but a flood of imprecision and generalities, punctuated by the catch phrases fed to the protesters by those who are organizing these latter-day love-ins: Down with the corporations. Tax the rich. Legalize Marijuana. Bush is a Nazi. All praise the hammer and sickle. We are the 99 percent. Death to the one percent. You get the drill…

One young woman I heard interviewed was asked just what she and her cohorts want. Like so many others handed the microphone, she couldn’t answer. The interviewer —  obviously not a member of the left’s mainstream media lapdog brigade — explained to the misguided “freedom” fighter that plenty ‘o politicians have sold their souls to the unions and other special interests in sweetheart deals designed to bankrupt the very cities where the occupiers are protesting. Plenty of fat-cat democrat donors, too. She knew none of that. Don’t you think that makes the opportunistic politicians responsible, too, for whatever it is you are protesting? I can’t speak for that, she said. But we’re discussing things, she said, and getting new ideas. What kind of ideas? she was asked.  Uh, well, I can’t really…I don’t….um….when we have talked about it, there will be really good ideas.  Like what? She didn’t care to speak anymore.

The mouthpieces for the protests – the mainstream lapdogs, leftwing politicians, various unions, hired thugs, and yes, even the president of the United States, tell us it’s all about jobs. I have yet to hear any of the protesters speak of jobs. The mouthpieces demand that we celebrate the audacity and purity of the protesters. Ignoring the filth and stench permeating the protest sites, the mouthpieces, by taking the side of the occupiers, are hoping we the people won’t notice that they are aligning themselves with calls for, among so many other issues, forced and universal veganism, the legalization of drugs, the communistic distribution of wealth, the abandonment of the usage of oil (both foreign and domestic), and the forgiveness of all debt (with those members of society who are responsible and productive footing the bill).

The left, including the media hacks and the president of the United States, would have us believe that these protestors, these occupiers, are America’s majority. Don’t believe it. We the people know who they are. And we are asking, rhetorically of course, why they are not marching on the White House. As for me, I keep thinking of the words of a favorite bumper sticker: “Our Founding Fathers would be ashamed of us for what we are putting up with.” And for what we have “put up with” for the last three years.

 

So Tired of Feeling Like a Hostage in My Own Country

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It’s getting old, this feeling. This feeling of imprisonment, disbelief and fatigue. For far too many months now, we have lived in a nation held hostage by a gaggle of individuals who have only a sketchy notion of what our country is and hold what little they do know in contempt.

A president travels the country delivering the same tired axioms read with identical cadence from a mechanical device, berating the nation, the people, I love.  Secretly, silently, he grins as rioting leftists demand our nation abandon liberty and capitalism. Meanwhile, the president’s wife travels that same country, pricey entourage in tow, dictating what and how we parents will feed our children  – and mandating what restaurants will and will not serve their customers.

A governor of a southern state suggests we nix elections in 2012 to quell the successful rightwing efforts of an angry electorate, her words simply mirroring ideas the president and his officials have floated themselves. As unemployment skyrockets at breakneck speed, a presidential advisor informs us it is the government’s job to take care of us and provide all we need to live according to what our superiors deem an acceptable level of existence.

The president orchestrates a steady stream of public displays (with military backdrop whenever possible) in his quest for useful campaign photo-ops. That same president orders his minions to intimidate those who oppose him and do whatever they must to make his transformational dreams our nightmare. Meanwhile, we the people hold our collective breath in hopes that the man’s law designed intentionally to gut our health-care system, our bank accounts, and our personal health will be repealed.

As the current administration stands accused of allegedly placing guns in to the hands of drug lords in a neighboring country, people from that and other countries stream across our borders without sanction (presidential relatives among them), knowing that despite such open defiance of our laws, they will be showered with social services and our tax dollars upon their arrival. Meanwhile the narcissism, panic and abandonment issues of the petulant leader of the free world become more evident – and more dangerous – every day.

In short, we find ourselves trapped in a lawless nation, the perpetrators of our confinement carrying out their tasks openly, brazenly and with unabashed arrogance. And I for one am tired of being their hostage. Until this day, I never believed we as a nation would live to see, let alone tolerate, what now occurs within our great nation almost daily. But, despite my own moments of fatigue, I know in my heart that I am not alone. This nation teems with others, my fellow hostages, who share my love for this country and the resolve to wrest her free from our captors.

Carve away that hard crusty shell of betrayal and tyranny that has encapsulated the Tree of Liberty over these three difficult years, and you will find a moist green pulp still living and breathing at the tree’s heart. Those of us who love this country will continue to nurture that tree, and, like the political prisoners who found their own salvation, their own inspiration, in the words of Ronald Reagan that were smuggled into the frozen Gulag of Siberia years ago, we will wait for that moment when we, too, will at last be liberated from this modern-day tyranny, free to be America once more.