The human condition is capable of enduring, enriching, enlivening, and embodiment of all things good or bad. We come to the rescue of those in need. We do without until life gets better. We maintain a quiet disposition and go about life as it comes. We either count on just ourselves or we latch on to family, friends, drugs or booze. And when it all gets too much, we look up to some God -- any God or no God -- for strength and comfort when we just can't go a minute longer.
We are all the same. We love when we can and cry when we have to...
There is this remarkable story that is coming out of a suburb of Michigan, over a little boy named Noah. The boy has terminal cancer, which, in and of itself, as a mother I cannot fathom -- but through a simple message delivered from the boy's CarePage, his mama wanted to create just a little Christmas for a son that by all accounts will not live to see. All she wanted was a few cards -- as Noah loves getting cards in the mail.
What Noah got -- just a few -- still counting at 30,000 cards and over a 1,000 packages over the course of the last couple of weeks.
Five year old Noah celebrated Christmas with his family last weekend.
America has stories like this one everyday. America always comes through and does the right thing. Always.
It is through story, either coming out of a community like Noah's or from the lips of a grandparent, that we as a people find our true heart, our true compass in which we play out our lives. Without stories that enrich us and fill us back up, stories like that of Fort Hood would swallow us up and spit us back out in pieces.
What I can't understand is the amount of patience we have going on around us while we watch Washington make-over our world and rob us of America's simple pleasures right before our eyes; as they go about it so haphazardly and recklessly, we don't want to see what happens in the end.
Oh Nancy, for you to rationalize the Health Care bill as something you want to give to the America people as ah, how do you say, like a gift, as if it's like getting the Statue of Liberty bestowed upon us from France, "I'm confident — I'm hopeful that we will have a bill as a Christmas present to the American people." pourquoi?
You know, Nancy, a gift, is usually something you freely give, without strings attached or compensation in return, did you know that?
A gift is usually something that makes someone else happy.
Throwing together a 1,992 pages, a fairy tale of a bill, that requires ALL Americans to pay for something they do not want or by law should not have to pay for as it is our God given right as an American to have that choice, does not constitute in any way, shape, or form a gift whatsoever -- besides the fact that we're broke and have no way to pay for it.
I can tell you, what has been a gift is watching you clowns in Washington discuss this matter for the last, ooh say, almost six months now. Rewind to springtime under the cherry blossoms, this discussion was just getting started. It heated up by June, with the President -- who did a fine job dictating away from view --and coming to the podium every so often demanding a deal be reached before summer vacation... It had to get done. This was the time. Debate is over, time for progress to be made. So that my Presidency can live on efficiently and flawlessly to infinity and beyond.
Then we all know what happened after that, talk about the sky is falling...August turned into Chicken Little meets the Foxy Loxy. And since then, the busy bees of DC keep generating page after page of mumbo jumbo and fantasy spinning a tale of political rhetoric and fodder -- for the good of the people, of course.
Oh Father, for every good deed does not go unnoticed.
Did you know that the little gift from France took some doing -- turning what started out as a gift into something more like a really expensive gesture, while requiring even the aiding and abetting of some fine Americans to make it happen.
As the story goes, when France was nearly plum tired and out of money, having overburdened herself with a lion's share of kindliness and financial commitment, a man by the name of Joseph Pulitzer (yes, the) came aboard the cause here in America to drum up some more money to pay for sweet Liberty to finish and take her rightful place in the harbor.
"....[he] opened up the editorial pages of his newspaper, "The World" to support the fund raising effort. Pulitzer used his newspaper to criticize both the rich who had failed to finance the pedestal construction and the middle class who were content to rely upon the wealthy to provide the funds. Pulitzer's campaign of harsh criticism was successful in motivating the people of America to donate. [get out of town...no way...and notice the poor totally left out]
Financing for the pedestal was completed in August 1885, and pedestal construction was finished in April of 1886. The Statue was completed in France in July, 1884 and arrived in New York Harbor in June of 1885 on board the French frigate "Isere" which transported the Statue of Liberty from France to the United States. In transit, the Statue was reduced to 350 individual pieces and packed in 214 crates. The Statue was re-assembled on her new pedestal in four months time. On October 28th 1886, the dedication of the Statue of Liberty took place in front of thousands of spectators. She was a centennial gift ten years late."
Even in the 1800's it happened; criticism of the have's from the have not's, beating them down to a pulp until they just pay for it already, as it is just too exhausting to fight it -- all upon the pages of a newspaper no less. "The World" must have turned into "The NY Times."
Oh, but look at her now; afterall, it was for such a worthy cause you know; I mean, look at her, really, just look at what she stands for and what she means to so many of us. It was a gift commemorating America's Liberty and she takes my breath away...
No, G is not using mother liberty to go to bat for the team who robs Peter to pay Paul or for our federal government to pull a Robin Hood, au contraire. It is just a little color to our history, and a realization that everything is not always as it seems.
Everything about this Health Care Bill is wrong; we know it, we believe it, and there is no telling us otherwise. We know there are ways to fix the system without dismantling the foundation; as we sit and listen in quiet disposition in our living rooms watching people like Pelosi continue to live in lala land and dismiss the ramblings of the little children under feet -- the annoying little bastards that we are. Les petits bustardes! we are dumbfounded in the idiocy and abuse of power.
Can they really be so stupid? If it weren't all played out right before my eyes I would have a hard time believing it to be true; but it is. We have ourselves a house full of loons and while at the moment we can't do anything about it, we will sit, waiting, for just the right time to pounce. Some people are just in the way of progress, if they could only just get out of the way.
But oh the gift.
The gift that they bring to a plum tuckered out nation who lays awake at night wondering how they are going to pay for the car to be serviced -- and pay the phone bill -- and feed their babies before noon tomorrow, as we, the people, live with the real deadlines, day in and day out. The audacity to call this Health Care bill a present is beyond words; but awakening America to the fraud and waste of a government under a nation's thumb, now that I can enjoy.
Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night -- have we got a present for you, Pelosi, Princess of Thieves -- and we can't wait to give it to you.
Make it a Jolly Good Day, G
If you feel like playing Santa a little early yourself, consider a little something to just a boy:
c/o Scott Biorkman
3480 Petoskey Way
Milford, MI 48380
also, if you have some extra time today...take a few minutes to read this story from the Patriot Post...and subscribe to it in the future. It's like getting a Christmas Present in your e-mailbox -- and it can come to you every day...all you have to do is ask for it... it comes to those who truly believe.