The most unusual remote-control robot ever invented by Matel, the Barry-O-Matic, made its debut recently in one of the world’s more distant markets, the Bagram Airfield in Parwan province Afghanistan. Observers said it appeared nearly life-like, although the eyes had the distant look of a frightened deer, the speech was more clipped and simulated-sounding than normal, and the left fist, instead of pounding the podium moved slowly up and down and looked as if it needed lubrication. A new software insert fortunately prevented the Barry-O from releasing more sensitive information on troop movements and withdrawls, or compromising CIA agents again by announcing they were “on the ground” in another clandestine operation. No word yet as to whether the Mr. Roboto has been re- programmed to prevent giving more tours of our country’s secret bunkers that enabled Brian Williams and the 40 people in his production team an opportunity to deliver another joint-venture compromise of secure locations to enemies throughout the world.
Inarguably, the Bagram Airfield appearance set a new low for cheap and tawdry theatrics by a president with such a fragile and misshaped sense of self that he needs to cultivate the adulation often sought by the papier-mache egos of celebrities. After years of intelligence reports and layers upon layers of efforts between an international cadre of military and spy agencies, Obama acts as if he and he alone snuffed a terrorist, which is not unlike turning the key in the ignition of a car and taking credit for building it. He fancies himself riding gloriously to the rescue like the Lone Ranger atop Silver but instead is a pathetic Dudley Do-Right cartoon figure riding backward on Horse.
Will it be he or the Barry-O-Matic Robot the administration sends back to Afghanistan on August 4th, the first anniversary of the deaths of 31 SEAL Team members whose lives were jeopardized by his chest-pounding following bin Laden’s removal, or might they decide to wait until October 19th to commemorate the second anniversary deaths of seven of our CIA operatives shortly after he strutted to a microphone to announce a covert-ops mission to the entire world? It is important to note that this is the same man when September 11th rolls around every year calls everyone to “a day of service” as if he’s standing in Tiannamen Square channeling Mao, and who could not get off his duff to go to Fort Hood after a muslim insurgent slaughtered 13 people and wounded 29 others despite his continual use of Air Force One as a personal limousine service.
This same man stood in front of college students to share in the lament that they incurred an average of $25,000.00 in school loans for the privilege of attending college, a number consistent with what I faced upon graduating 35 years ago. Instead of whining like a spoiled brat I viewed that debt as an investment in my future and paid off the loans over the next ten years. Only a man with a psychic-deviancy steeped in denial would conveniently ignore admitting that his inexorable march toward socialism and lunatic-fringe-spending has doubled the amount of money owed to the national debt from $25,000.00 to over $50,000.00 for each citizen of the U.S., and from $65,000.00 to $137,000 for each belonging to that rare and vanishing breed: the taxpayer.
Encouraging people to abdicate personal responsibility is not a form of leadership and instead rewards cowardice. Fanning the flames of avarice is not a formula for success but a recipe for dependency and sloth. Encouraging envy of those who have worked hard to succeed bespeaks of intellectual laziness and formulaically stifles growth, and fomenting racial discord as a solution for perceived injustices in 2012 commends a fear of challenge and self-reliance.
My neighbor is more successful than I am. He owns a company, works harder than I do, is imminently more talented, and earns enough money to take his wife and four children on vacation several times per year. He is always driving a new car, donates significantly to charitable concerns, and is a pillar at the local church. According to Mr. Obama and gypsie-looting criminals of his ilk, I don’t think I should ask my neighbor to share his wealth and good fortune with me. Instead, I will walk across the street, ring his doorbell and demand he give me a portion of the spoils from his exhaustive efforts. I never want to work as hard as this man and certainly do not have his innate abilities, motivation, vision, or drive, but who cares?
He’s got it. I’m not willing to work for it, but I want it and I think it’s time he came across with the goods. That is the mindset of the individual who persists upon slurping at the font of socialistic absurdity: what’s mine is mine, and what’s yours is mine. It encourages covetousness and serves as a detriment to achievement, but is manna from heaven for those of whom are content to wallow in pity or become another sheep in the Occupier movement, consisting largely of people who squandered there time in college studying impractical subjects from ebonics to lesbonics.
We should no longer be surprised by Mr. Obama’s decaying and precarious mental state. After all, this is the same man with a resume as thin as a playing card whose ego compelled him to write an autobiography when he was in his early 30’s, and only recently has he admitted to creating a mythical girlfriend in his memoirs through an heretofore unknown literary tool called “compression.” Well, if she was a “composite” of all the women he supposedly knew, then he is a composite of everyone who has ever posed a threat to this great country.
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John McClain,
I enjoyed reading your story. I was born in NY but became a transplant when my parents moved all 12 children to N.C. I still live in NC and teach at a rural school. My parents taught us hard work pays off and builds character. They never took a dime of gov’t handouts. I wore hand-me-downs and home-made clothes most of my childhood. I primed tobacco, dug potatos, picked cucumbers and slopped pigs….for one summer. :) I have had many jobs but farming was the most fulfilling honest work I have ever done. We all pulled our weight. We all worked hard. It was the only reason I was able to get my first car ($1000. Gremlin) Many of the workers were earning college money. We didn’t know what illegal immigrants (1980)were at that time. I also lived in New Bern, NC for a short time not far from Vanceboro. I didn’t take gov’t money that I didn’t pay back with interest & fees and I paid my way (with my husband’s help) through two B.S. programs and later an M. Ed. program. I left a retail job making more than I make now as a 9th year teacher. I haven’t gotten a COLI in 5 years. NC is #7 of 10 for the lowest paid teachers in the nation. Teachers are so bogged down with the politics of this profession that it is a travesty to the teaching profession. I can only imagine what D,C, is like; more red-tape, more beauracracy. The public schools are in a sad state with secular teaching curriculums and gov’t programs pushing secular agendas. I am saddend by America’s lack of values, entitlement attitudes, and broken moral compass. In the Bible the farmers would leave some grains in the fields so the poor could gleen them and work to eat. Now our gov’t over-taxes and steals to reward those who refuse to participate in work-fare; delivering an unearned check to their front doors. I recently received an e-mail that stated, “Isn’t it ironic the Nat’l Park Service has signs posted that says “Don’t feed the animals or they will become dependent” yet our gov’t makes millions more dependent with a welfare handout. Sadly for the rest of us it isn’t free.
I have given my life to a man who was a carpenter during his life on this earth. Like you, he was comitted to fixing broken things too. Without Christ’s work we would all surely be doomed. I’m certain men go their entire lives and leave behind a broken legacy. Take heart in that you support workfare not welfare. You have created an honest day’s wage for an honest day’s work. This is something the next generations will seldom know.
Good observations as always, Jim, and great question about France.
What possesses people to insist on repeating a mistake? ?
Big Jim says: you drove a great point home,once again.You described exactly how the coward barry wants it.Nanny state here we come.”doo-da doo da” gonna play all day-gonna drink all night,”doo-da doo da”……say Mr Dan–you think France is trying to imitate the U.S.???electing a bragging socialist !!!!
Your family sounds a lot like mine, Marilyn. The closest we came to “dog” was having hot dogs cut up with pork and beans.
Thank you, Theresa. Great to have you as a reader.
As always,but better this time, great Rant, Dan! I came from a different kind of generation that worked, saved for long-term and short-term, paid their bills, bought food for one week only at a time. They had lived during “The Big Depression” and had gone through the rigors of World WarII. Afterwards, some people squirreled away food and others squirreled away money. Maybe both. The fear of never having enough triggered these after-effects. Eating ‘off the land’ and hand-outs was something my parents never wanted to do again in their lifetime. And, they wanted their children to live a better life than what they had during their early years. So, with the Lord as my lead and my parents wisdom of economics and how the world twirlled, I am a rather civilized, educated woman who knows the value of the good work ethic and Liberty and how to stay prepared for those who wish to remove such from me and those like me. Did I mention that my father was a respected gunsmith? And, he nor my mother ever ate dogs.
Unfortunately, Barry-O is cut from the same cloth as these spoiled brats-they had everything handed down to them. We know BHO went to private schools in Indonesia, Hawaii, & probably squeaked thru college because of affirmative action. What they must realize is a college education (of any kind) is a priviledge & not a right (esp not an Ivy-League one). WND just did a fantastic issue of Whistleblower magazine for April 2012: THE COLLEGE ILLUSION: Why chasing a degree so often ends in financial and educational chaos. It can be gotten thru their web site as a single issue & was very revealing, as it’s not suitable for everyone.Far too many thnk it’s a place these days for ‘socialization’ but certainly not education.
Gunny, that was the best essay in blog commentary that I
believe I’ve ever read. Thank you!
bob sutton: hey partner how are you…glad to see you commenting…also Dan Bunbalo wrote the blog piece…
Caveman,
Just “be the ball” and putts will start dropping.
Always good stuff, John.
Thanks.
You did not come across at all as self-serving, Sumitch. It’s great story and an example of how people used to fend for themselves instead of considering the government a Nanny.
Having read my rant, I realized that it sounds pretty self serving. I didn’t intend it to. The point I was trying to make was “What makes today’s generation think they are any better than me?”
A person such as our president and the vast majority of those with whom he surrounds himself are all of the same ilk moraly, of the same bent politically and all have in common the fact that they have no useful moral compass upon which to rely. Their collective obsessions do not put the country at the forefront of their decisions or public needs ahead of their agendas.
It naturally follows that it is not humanly possible to show respect for others without first having acquired respect for one’s own self. It is beyond anyone who has no character to show character no matter the calling of any situation that inclues others. This totaly out of depth president feels only his inner glow but no outer warmth save only that which is generated through the flow of the strings that hold him in place and the praises which serve no one other than the puppet masters themselves. The narrative he presents is the result of the work of others smarter than he is leaving him with the sole function of regeneration of their rhetoric. Puppet Masters amazingly not anonymous, in fact, most quite well know.
The tradegy is that he is working with the consent of the apathetic American public for the most part who are extracting their threads out of the fabric that makes up the very taperstry that made us what we are and selling out to travel the low road of entitlements.
So what’s the complaint here? Who has on the rose colored lenses – us or him? He is, after all, only delivering on his promise to transform America and he has done it while we just stand here and watch.
When we go to a movie we may not know exactly what it’s about but we DO know it’s going to end and as the plot starts boiling down we sense that. There is no sane logic in thinking that America cannot end like the movie. It most assuredly can and will unless we stop watching and start helping.
Good words Dan. Same to you John. I’ll add my two cents worth. I started college with a $1,000 student loan then came to my senses when I realized where I was headed. I know a thousand dollars doesn’t sound like much now, but remember that when I started college we were still driving 1940′s cars. It took me 13 years to get my undergraduate degree working full time jobs all the while. I took the classes in the morning and in the evenings 3 – 6 semester hours at a time. With the help of the VA bill I was able to afford my Masters, again at night and 3 quarter hours at a time. I paid back every dime I borrowed ($1,000) and never thought twice about it.
I’m wondering why today’s generation seems to believe that they deserve the money to go to school having done nothing to earn it. They never give a thought to where the money comes from (you, Dan, Mychal,me and thousands of other taxpayers.) They begrudge having to pay it back and storm Wall street to protest while trashing public parks with their filth. I’m sure it’s going to be a hoot when they enter the work force (if they ever do) and find that a secretary, corner office and company car doesn’t come with it.
If it wasn’t for what I think I’d see my country turned into, I’d love to be around to hear the screaming. Luckily I don’t think I will.
“Well, if she was a “composite” of all the women he supposedly knew, then he is a composite of everyone who has ever posed a threat to this great country”.
AMEN, AMEN, AMEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Creatively excellect, Dan. Being President cannot be an easy assignment, even for the most talented and energetic. But to place such an ego as Barry at the helm is the ultimate in expectancy. To expect an under-achiever of his proportions to rise to the level that POTUS needs is immature, and childlike. I still contend he was chosen by the ‘Controllers’ to carry out the assignment they dictated to him. Oh God how I would love to be wrong. I hope I’m wrong. If I’m wrong, then there is hope in a successor as POTUS. If i’m not wrong, however, Barry or Brother Mitt will continue the agenda that has been laid out for them. Somebody, please, tell me I’m wrong. I can’t sleep, and I’m startin to putt like Arnold Palmer. Shalom, Y’all!
We all have choices, and I’d like to point out a couple of odd corrolations that arise from Mr. Bubalo’s essay.
I live among a community of North Carolina farmers. I do so because I fix machines, in particular, odds and ends, those machines left over from earlier days, and commonly used, now, when the our nation is contracting from really bad principle being touted as “egalitarianism”.
Some might look on my house, my machine shop, with envy, desire, considering my property and business desireable, and they should be as well off. Many look on with wonder at why I would choose this middle of farm country, with no real prospects of expanding my operation, and consider it sloth.
All have to consider what it takes to be who I am, and to do what I do. No matter what the feelings are, no matter how I am viewed, my “wealth” must by force, be considered in the framework of knowing how to weld, and knowing which of three welders is proper for any particular job.
All have to consider whether then know what metal something is made of and what kind of treatment it must get to stay fixed, and not break more, if improperly done.
It is easy for everyone involved, me, those who have had things repaired by me, and those who have things which they know will wear out and need repairs, all of us to understand why I appear rich, having a fair sized shop filled with expensive tools, and at the same time, understand I am no different than they, standing next to their hundred thousand dollar tractor, without which, their fields don’t all get plowed, or standing in front of the harvestors, which while only used for a few weeks a year, are the source of all the harvesting ever done.
We, who live here, all can easily see that we each have invested, just as Mr. Bubalo invested in his own future, in taking on school debts, to become the man he is. We need to consider our own investments of time, labor, hard arduous work, and seriously consider these things while we listen to our children speak of their debts, and make commentary on such things, based on the blatherings of one who does not have those debts, his bills were paid in full. He would have students in school today believe he knows their angst, their fears, their pain, but he did not rack up school debt, he did not choose between good meals, and paying bills, he went to Harvard, but where are his debts? His wife has many times complained about her post collegiate debts, why have we not heard of his own?
Could it be someone else paid them, in full, assuring he would go, qualified for such a school or not?
Not one farmer in this area knows life without debt, nor without the full expectation he will pay it. No one who works where I live gets by without borrowing, and paying back, and none expect others to pay their bills for them.
Why do we even listen when it is all by choice? Which student can’t choose just to go to work instead of taking on debt? Who is forced to sign the papers or die? How many would gladly sign the papers, with full intent on paying the bill, and using the opportunity to make it possible to earm better as an adult, than they otherwise might? How many of these don’t qualify to get loans because of one simple fact; their parents, and they have two, both work, and the combined income disqualifies the student from a loan?
When does anyone care about those who would not only take on the loan, but would eagerly pay it back, with interest, knowing interest is earned, and rightful, and it is wrong to hold enmity and anger in the heart for interest, when someone else is paying your way now, with the hope of profiting by interest, when you are working and paying your own way, and are both ready and able to repay the loan, money which could have been invested in all sorts of profitable ventures, but which was aimed at you?
Who is it who receives such largesse, freely given, and then complains because the lender would have not only his principle back, but a profit for his investment as well?
I say it is the evil one, who would take another’s work, demanding it, and laughing at the idea of compensation. I believe it is those who eagerly work to see how much they can impose on others before they have surpassed what is bearable, and laughed as they make their stand insulting, without an iota of respect for those who gave freely, with charitable intent, with actual good will aimed directly at that person.
These are the children who would have student loans and never have to pay them back. They also would be paid for jobs they never work, and would have the check delivered to the bank so they don’t have to make that trip, and have the bank send money to the grocery store, and have them deliver the pizza and beer.
I didn’t get student loans, I bought tools instead. I didn’t go to night school, I worked two and three jobs, because tools that last a lifetime are expensive as an investment. I found work which paid everywhere I went in this world, as a Marine, as a Man, as a mechanic.
Don’t look with envy at my tools, I took forty years and more to buy them, and they are far too heavy for you to carry. I have carried some of them since before I started school. Those of you who will start college in the fall, think of the three or four pounds of tools your payment would buy, and think of what you are buying instead of steel tools, and realise you are throwing away money if you are not specifically buying tools which will carry you through your work for all your life, and let that knowledge bring you the responsibility of recognizing the value of buying those tools on time, and actually paying for them, yourelf, because you wil own them when you are done, if you choose.
Yes, I am a rich man, having bought the tools it would take a semi truck to carry, but my wealth is not in the tools, but in the repairs to each and every tractor, seeder, cultivator, brake drum, my whole wealth is in paying my bills each week, and doing so because the community pays me to fix broken things. Measure my wealth in your eyes, in the broken things, not in what I have labored over. Without all the broken things, and all the harvest which wears things to breaking, everything I have is only a large pile of steel and iron. My wealth is in living among farmers.
John McClain
GySgt, USMC, ret.
Vanceboro, NC
Excellent!