Thank you Alice:
NEXT: ACTION ALERT! Flip the Fraud!
I have a special place in my heart for an "Alice." She used to drive me crazy, but I didn't know how much she really meant to me and how much she loved me until she was gone. She didn't do badly. She lived to nearly 98. I am 22 years short of the mark and barely hanging in there. I guess that I had her to thank for my commitment to my ideals which include an abiding fear of insecurity through the possible loss of my freedom. You're a rather nice, committed lady yourself.
Alice, I am firmly convinced that we are meandering down a rugged road of thorns and bramble bushes with briars in between. The sensible, decent people of America who consider themselves, "their brothers keepers" must have a strategy for returning democracy to this Republic of the United States of America. Our trilogy of checks and balances that sustained the
political honesty of America are now consolidated in the terrible single-mindedness of thieves. Steal my money and I may have the strength to work for more; steal my beliefs in my our democracy and I will not have another life in which to replenish the house of my freedoms that was built over the years of my lifetime.
We on the Internet offer each other solace and cause to democracy's reason for being. Unfortunately, the strength that we draw from each other is not arriving at the frontlines of battle. The way to recapture liberalism as practiced by Franklin Delano Roosevelt will only come through a total involvement in the Democratic Party. Ralph Nader had the best of intentions, but they achieved the worst of results. I know that a lot is being done, but the decent concerned, everyday face of America has to reappear on the streets. I saw those faces at the end of Hitler's madness. They were the faces of the "butcher and the candle stick maker." They were lead by the determined looks of Walter Reuther, John L. Lewis, Phil Murray, and David Dubinsky. They were names on a long, long roster of those who cared for decency, fairness and the equality that is promised by The United States Constitution.
The destruction of America's labor movement to satisfy greed; the suppression of the nations concern for its poor, and less advant.aged is not America. It smells more like the beginning of the last century than its ending. An ending that saw hope for the promise and the dream returning to more of our citizens than ever before. Personal greed and dishonesty, a legacy of "we but not them"are the foundations for the Bushes' cobbled house of horrors. We cannot burn it down, but by God with participation and the encouragement of everyone, we can fumigate the joint and chase out the rats and vermin who have infested our "House of the People."
God Bless America and her patriotic dead whose graves encircle the Globe. Thank God for those who relish the freedom and democracy of those who appreciate honest elections. We are nothing but sanctimonious hypocrites who send our "elections police" abroad to supervise that which we do not offer ALL of our own people. That is, uniformly fair and honest elections. Yes, this a democratic Republic which means that the leader of our nation is elected under equal conditions from coast to shining coast, and from the snows to the shining sun.
This is by no means the democracy of a monarchy by divine right of one awful, incompetent family. There can be no special "states rights." We can never allow one state to have the unnatural right to determine all the rights for all the states and territories. It was never the intention of America's Founding Fathers to relegate political power to the un-elected cronies of any political party, including my own. Our anger must be the sulfur and brimstone that our ancestors placed in an iron pot and lit with a burning coal, because they could not afford matches. While the fumes are oozing up trough the seams to the rafters, lets take a walk in the sun and tell America "don't worry something is being done." It was done before. Just stand on a knoll at Arlington Cemetery, sit on the retaining wall of Punch Bowl Cemetery in Hawaii, or fly to Flanders Field where the religious symbols of the dead of war seem to stretch into infinity. A price was paid for what we have. It is an inventory of love and faith in the future. It must be cherished and not be auctioned off to the highest bidder.
Carl L. Johnson, Sr.
Island Park, NY