Wednesday, September 29, 2010

545 vs 300,000,000

545 PEOPLE -- By Charlie Reese

Politicians are the only people in the world who create problems and then campaign against them.
Have you ever wondered, if both the Democrats and the Republicans are against deficits, WHY do we have deficits?
Have you ever wondered, if all the politicians are against inflation and high taxes, WHY do we have inflation and high taxes?
You and I don't propose a federal budget. The President does.
You and I don't have the Constitutional authority to vote on appropriations. The House of Representatives does.

You and I don't write the tax code, Congress does.
You and I don't set fiscal policy, Congress does.

You and I don't control monetary policy, the Federal Reserve Bank does.
One hundred senators, 435 congressmen, one President, and nine Supreme Court justices equates to 545 human beings out of the 300 million are directly, legally, morally, and individually responsible for the domestic problems that plague this country.
I excluded the members of the Federal Reserve Board because that problem was created by the Congress. In 1913, Congress delegated its Constitutional duty to provide a sound currency to a federally chartered, but private, central bank.
I excluded all the special interests and lobbyists for a sound reason. They have no legal authority. They have no ability to coerce a senator, a congressman, or a president to do one cotton-picking thing. I don't care if they offer a politician $1 million dollars in cash. The politician has the power to accept or reject it. No matter what the lobbyist promises, it is the legislator's responsibility to determine how he/she votes.

Those 545 human beings spend much of their energy convincing you that what they did is not their fault. They cooperate in this common con regardless of party.
What separates a politician from a normal human being is an excessive amount of gall. No normal human being would have the gall of a Speaker, who stood up and criticized the President for creating deficits.... . The President can only propose a budget. He cannot force the Congress to accept it.
The Constitution, which is the supreme law of the land, gives sole responsibility to the House of Representatives for originating and approving appropriations and taxes. House members, not the President, can approve any budget they want. If the president vetoes it, they can pass it over his veto if they agree to.
It seems inconceivable to me that a nation of 300 million can not replace

545 people who stand convicted -- by present facts -- of incompetence and irresponsibility. I can't think of a single domestic problem that is not traceable directly to those 545 people. When you fully grasp the plain truth that 545 people exercise the power of the federal government, then it must follow that what exists is what they want to exist.

If the tax code is unfair, it's because they want it unfair.

If the budget is in the red, it's because they want it in the red ..

If the Army & Marines are in IRAQ , it's because they want them in IRAQ If they do not receive social security but are on an elite retirement plan not available to the people, it's because they want it that way.
There are no insoluble government problems
Do not let these 545 people shift the blame to bureaucrats, whom they hire and whose jobs they can abolish; to lobbyists, whose gifts and advice they can reject; to regulators, to whom they give the power to regulate and from whom they can take this power. Above all, do not let them con you into the belief that there exists disembodied mystical forces like "the economy," "inflation," or "politics" that prevent them from doing what they take an oath to do.

Those 545 people, and they alone, are responsible.
They, and they alone, have the power..

They, and they alone, should be held accountable by the people who are their bosses.
Provided the voters have the gumption to manage their own employees...
We should vote all of them out of office and clean up their mess!
Charlie Reese is a former columnist of the Orlando Sentinel Newspaper.
What you do with this article now that you have read it......... Is up to you.

Sales Tax

School Tax

Liquor Tax

Luxury Tax

Excise Taxes

Property Tax

Cigarette Tax

Medicare Tax

Inventory Tax

Real Estate Tax

Well Permit Tax

Fuel Permit Tax

Inheritance Tax

Road Usage Tax

CDL license Tax

Dog License Tax

State Income Tax

Food License Tax

Vehicle Sales Tax

Gross Receipts Tax

Social Security Tax

Service Charge Tax

Fishing License Tax

Federal Income Tax

Building Permit Tax

IRS Interest Charges

Hunting License Tax

Marriage License Tax

Corporate Income Tax

Personal Property Tax

Accounts Receivable Tax

Recreational Vehicle Tax

Workers Compensation Tax

Watercraft Registration Tax

Telephone Usage Charge Tax

Telephone Federal Excise Tax

Telephone State and Local Tax

IRS Penalties (tax on top of tax)

State Unemployment Tax (SUTA)

Federal Unemployment Tax (FUTA)

Telephone Minimum Usage Surcharge Tax

Telephone Federal Universal Service Fee Tax

Gasoline Tax (currently 44.75 cents per gallon)

Utility Taxes Vehicle License Registration Tax

Telephone Federal, State and Local Surcharge Taxes

Telephone Recurring and Nonrecurring Charges Tax

Not one of these taxes existed 100 years ago, & our nation was the most prosperous in the world.

We had absolutely no national debt, had the largest middle class in the world, and Mom stayed home to raise the kids.

What happened? Can you spell 'politicians? ' I hope this goes around THE USA at least 100 times!!!

YOU can help it get there!!! GO AHEAD - - - BE AN AMERICAN!!!

Friday, September 24, 2010


Do dreams have to happen instantly or should they happen gradually? And which is better? Make sure graphs are used. 50% of your grade depends on it.


Does anyone know what “Not in the Mood” means? I have used it myself, and I don’t think it means what I think it means, when a woman says it,, it only seems to have one meaning, not fair of course, cause when I use it,, it might mean ice cream or perhaps a bungee jump, but when a woman says it the crashing sound of lost dreams is loud.


There are some people that seem to mesh so well so quickly that they are almost instant friends, I had a call from someone like that tonight, it made my whole day, we rarely talk, we mostly meet on-line but numbers were exchanged, and I know I am bad about calling anyone period, but she has called several times and each time has been a treasure, it made me ask myself a question that I am still working on, am I a treasure to talk to? Am I a treasure to some people and is my non calling a bad thing? Should I up my anti and perhaps become friendlier and more outgoing? The answer is of course YES, the answer and the ability are always at odds, but I will work on this.


I never talk about my brothers much, well I do but not where they would hear it, but they mean a lot to me, Todd is my go to guy for anything, and I mean anything, my sounding board and my twin in so many ways.  Kelly and Clay are my first choice of people I want to talk to I miss them a lot and I missed a lot of them while I was in the military, we are blood, but we are still learning each other because of my time away, I am eager to learn more and find my brothers. I will of course continue to be mean, I think that is required of big brothers, so it seems I must continue tradition.


The wheelchair is a trap, oh it is a subtle one I give it that, but it is a trap. The first 3 days that I had to use it were days of extreme pain I could not get around without it, it gave me travel I would not have you know. But after three days I could stand and yet I chose the chair for its ease of transport, on the 5th day, I realized the trap and put the wheelchair in the corner and did not use it again, it almost got me, it almost lured me in with its comfort and mobility, I almost stayed in it and that would have been failure, and I will not fail this is a fight I know well and a fight I can win. The chair is parked I will not dust it, I want it to get cobwebs.

Thursday, September 16, 2010

Fun Times

My E.R. Adventures,

Or stuck in pain limbo.

By: Brian Saul

I arrived at the ER at around 5:30 on the afternoon of the 14th of September. One of the security personnel got a wheel chair for me since I could not walk. Yes there is a back story I will get to that later. The chair he brought for me was freakin HUGE, twice as wide as any I have ever seen, it would have comfortably held two of me with room for bags, it felt like some kind of Disney ride with only me in it.

He wheeled me towards the ER entrance, the side entrance; the big entrance is only for Ambulances. The side entrance is a 32 inch door and would not accommodate the ultra large carriage that I was in, so back to the drawing board to get a smaller size wheel chair, that accomplished we then entered the “sick zone” the place was not full, maybe 5 or 6 people ahead of me, not bad, with the pain I am in I figured I would take a priority and move to the head of the waiting list. Nope, there was a child that had bumped her head sitting and fidgeting that was called in ahead of me, and then,, an all stop , ambulances arrived, the base police arrived and the local cops arrived, not sure what happened but my bet was on an idiot driving like an idiot and causing an accident. So, 2 hours later in extreme pain, I am still waiting and as we all know, if your mind is not occupied then the pain magnifies, hence why I am writing this particular article.

Anyway, still here, and I suppose the back story should be told now, as I sit in pain I might as well go on with it, so…

8 days ago, arthritis started worming it’s way into my left foot, this is nothing new, I have it everywhere, so I am used to a twinge of pain most every day, this however decided to come on with vengeance, the left foot effectively as Amber said after seeing the picture, “looks like a piƱata Dad”, LOL, gotta love my daughters, the pain was such that there was no way I could put my foot on the floor much less weight on it, as I said this is almost a normal occurrence this time however it spread and fast.

The right hand decided to join the party and became a useless but quite painful appendage, the left knee not to be left out joined the party, and so there was no jealousy the right foot jumped on the band wagon as well. Now picture this, both legs and one arm totally unworkable and screaming with pain, and here I am trying to do the normal routines of daily care and feeding of myself. LOL a funny sight I assure you, I do have an electric wheel chair, but getting in and out of it is an adventure in and of it’s self. To put it bluntly I was so worn out from the pain and the limited ability that I had to rest between bouts of getting in and out of the chair before I could do anything.

Now on to the fun part: I endured this for as I said 8 days before I ran out of the meds, now normally this only would last 3 or 4 days, and only hit me in one or two spots, this tried to take over in a blitzkrieg maneuver. Having run out of options I finally had to break down and call for help, if you know me at all you know I hated that with a passion but I called, got a ride to the ER and here we are, any way on with the story..

So after waiting in the lobby, I was finally called back, told the doc what it was what I needed and why, he looked at me smiled and said “played this game before have you”? so I got a steroid shot a shot of my old pal morphine a butt load of pain pills and scripts for the anti inflamitories, this time however the doc after the exam told me to stay in the chair for at least another week, no driving for that time and after that to use the crutches ONLY if I could use the hand. HA HA,, funny, the hand is defunct so basically I am in solitary confinement at the house for the next few weeks.

Worst part of this is I have more or less no outside communication other than the phone. I do not have internet and dam I practically live in the intertubes Al Gore invented.

As I said before unoccupied mind yada yada. So I have started writing again, my agent is ecstatic, why I do not know it is not like I am writing to be published again, well at least not yet, but I have to admit the sense of freedom and fun I used to have with writing is back and the muse has come to life again so we shall see.

However the reason I thought to explain my absence from the social scene is more or less a way to accept my new limits, limits that I swear I will over come in time, as needful as the wheel chair is at this time, I am determined to drop kick that sucker into the back room as quickly as I can. NO I do not want sympathy nor condolences Holy smokes I would much prefer if my infallibilities were not even remarked on. What I just wanted to say was,,,,Look out world I will be back.

Thanks all for listening to my ramblings, rants and gut rumbles. I am fine as always and I will perhaps by the end of the month get back to my duties and start hassling everyone as soon as I can.

God Bless and smile when ya think of me trying to buy left handed toilet paper.

Brian Saul
Are you ready for some football?

1. What does the average Univ. of Florida player get on his SATs?


2. What do you get when you put 32 West Virginia cheerleaders in one room?

……..A full set of teeth.

3. How do you get a Nebraska cheerleader into your dorm room?

……..Grease her hips and push.

4. How do you get an Ohio State graduate off your porch?

………Pay him for the pizza.

5. How do you know if an Alabama football player has a girlfriend?

……There is tobacco spit on both sides of his pickup.

6. Why is the Kentucky football team like a possum?

….Because they play dead at home and get killed on the road.

7. What are the longest three years of a Texas Longhorn football player’s life?

……..His freshman year.

8. How many Oklahoma freshmen does it take to change a light bulb?

……..None. That’s a sophomore course.

9. Where was O. J. Headed in the white Bronco?

……. Durham , North Carolina. He knew that the police would never look at Duke for a Heisman Trophy winner.

10. How do you keep an FSU football player out of your front yard?

Erect a goal post!

11. Why did Tennessee choose orange as their team color?

……..You can wear it to the game on Saturday, hunting on Sunday, and picking up trash along the highways the rest of the week.