A Perfect Storm Is Brewing

by Pam Geller

I am a student of history. Professionally, I have written 15 books in six languages, and have studied history all my life. I
think there is something monumentally large afoot, and I do not believe it is just a banking crisis, or a mortgage crisis, or
a credit crisis. Yes, these exist but they are merely single facets on a very large gemstone that is only now coming into a
sharper focus.
Something of historic proportions is happening. I can sense it because I know how it feels, smells, what it looks like, and
how people react to it. Yes, a perfect storm may be brewing, but there is something happening within our country that has
been evolving for about 10-15 years. The pace has dramatically quickened in the past two.
We demanded and then codifi ed into law the requirement that our banks make massive loans to people whom we knew could
never pay back? Why? We learned recently that the Federal Reserve, which has little or no real oversight by anyone, has
“loaned” two trillion dollars (that is $2,000,000,000,000) over the past few months, but will not tell us to whom or why or
disclose the terms. That is our money. Yours and mine. And that is three times the $700B we all argued about so strenuously
just this past September.
Who has this money? Why do they have it? Why are the terms unavailable to us? Who asked for it? Who authorized it? I
thought this was a government of “We the People,” who loaned our powers to our elected leaders. Apparently not.
We have spent two or more decades intentionally de-industrializing our economy. Why?
We have intentionally dumbed down our schools, ignored our history, and no longer teach our founding documents, why we
are exceptional, and why we are worth preserving. Students by and large cannot write, think critically, read, or articulate.
Parents are not revolting, teachers are not picketing, school boards continue to back mediocrity. Why?
We have now established the precedent of protesting every close election (now violently in California over a proposition
that is so controversial that it wants marriage to remain between one man and one woman. Did you ever think such a thing
possible just a decade ago?). We have corrupted our sacred political process by allowing unelected judges to write laws that
radically change our way of life, and then mainstream Marxist groups like ACORN and others to turn our voting system into
a banana republic. To what purpose?
Now our mortgage industry is collapsing, housing prices are in free fall, major industries are failing, our banking system
is on the verge of collapse, Social Security is nearly bankrupt, as is Medicare and our entire government. Our education
system is worse than a joke (I teach college and know precisely what I am talking about.) The list is staggering in its length,
breadth, and depth. It is potentially 1929 x 10. And we are at war with an enemy we cannot name for fear of offending
people of the same religion who cannot wait to slit the throats of your children if they have the opportunity to do so.
And now we have elected a man no one knows anything about, who has never run so much as a Dairy Queen, let alone a
town as big as Wasilla, Alaska. All of his associations and alliances are with real radicals in their chosen fi elds of employment,
and everything we learn about him, drip by drip, is unsettling if not downright scary. (Surely you have heard him
speak about his idea to create and fund a mandatory civilian defense force stronger than our military for use inside our
borders? No? Oh, of course. The media would never play that for you over and over and then demand he answer it. Sarah
Palin’s pregnant daughter and $150,000 wardrobe is more important.)
Mr. Obama’s winning platform can be boiled down to one word: Change…radical change. Why?
I have never been so afraid for my country and for my children as I am now. This man campaigned on bringing people
together, something he has never, ever done in his professional life. In my assessment, Obama will divide us along philosophical
lines, push us apart, and then try to realign the pieces into a new and different power structure. Change is indeed
coming. And when it comes, you will never see the same nation again.
And that is only the beginning.
I thought I would never be able to experience what the ordinary, moral German felt in the mid-1930s. In those times, the
savior was a former smooth-talking rabble-rouser from the streets, about whom the average German knew next to nothing.
What they did know was that he was associated with groups that shouted, shoved, and pushed around people with whom
they disagreed; he edged his way onto the political stage through great oratory and promises. Economic times were tough,
people were losing jobs, and he was a great speaker. And he smiled and waved a lot. And people, even newspapers, were
afraid to speak out for fear that his “brown shirts” would bully them into submission.
And then he was duly elected to offi ce, with a full-throttled economic crisis at hand [the Great Depression]. Slowly but
surely he seized the controls of government power, department by department, person by person, bureaucracy by bureaucracy.
The kids joined a Youth Movement in his name, where they were taught what to think. How did he get the people
on his side? He did it promising jobs to the jobless, money to the moneyless, and goodies for the military-industrial complex.
He did it by indoctrinating the children, advocating gun control, health care for all, better wages, better jobs, and promising
to re-instill pride once again in the country, across Europe, and across the world.
He did it with a compliant media - Did you know that? And he did this all in the name of justice and…change. And the
people surely got what they voted for. (Look it up if you think I am exaggerating.) Read your history books. Many people
objected in 1933 and were shouted down, called names, laughed at, and made fun of. When Winston Churchill pointed out
the obvious in the late 1930s while seated in the House of Lords in England (he was not yet Prime Minister), he was booed
into his seat and called a crazy troublemaker. He was right, though.
Don’t forget that Germany was the most educated, cultured country in Europe . It was full of music, art, museums, hospitals,
laboratories, and universities. And in less than six years - a shorter time span than just two terms of the U. S. presidency
- it was rounding up its own citizens, killing others, abrogating its laws, turning children against parents, and neighbors
against neighbors. All with the best of intentions, of course. The road to Hell is paved with them.
As a practical thinker, one not overly prone to emotional decisions, I have a choice: I can either believe what the objective
pieces of evidence tell me (even if they make me cringe with disgust); I can believe what history is shouting to me from
across the chasm of seven decades; or I can hope I am wrong, close my eyes, have another latte and ignore what is transpiring
around me.
Some people scoff at me; others laugh or think I am foolish, naive, or both. Perhaps I am. But I have never been afraid to
look people in the eye and tell them exactly what I believe - and why I believe it. I pray I am wrong. But, I do not think
I am.

About the author …
Pamela “Atlas” Geller began her publishing career at The New York Daily News and subsequently took over operation of
The New York Observer as Associate Publisher. She left The Observer after the birth of her fourth child, but remained involved
in various projects including American Associates, Ben Gurion University and being Senior Vice-President Strategic
Planning and Performance Evaluation at The Brandeis School .
After 9/11, Atlas had the veil of oblivion violently lifted from her consciousness and immersed herself in the education and
understanding of geopolitics, Islam, terror, foreign affairs and imminent threats the mainstream media and the government
wouldn’t cover or discuss.
Please use the power of the Internet to get this message out. Talk it up at the grassroots level.

Sarah Brady dropped me two poison pen emails.  Mrs. Brady is the wife of former Reagan Press Secretary Jim Brady.  She’s also a gun confiscation advocate and you probably don’t need an explanation for her position.  More than a year has passed since I last heard from her.  During the Delaware Presidential Primary she called my program when Patrick Kennedy was an on-air guest.  “Hi, Patrick”, she giggled.  Then she didn’t have anything else to say. 

The emails arrived at my work account late Saturday morning.  One was addressed only to me and the second was addressed to me, my coworkers and managers.  She demands my show move to overnights and she says the demographics of our region have changed and we need more enlightened talk show hosts.  I wrote a polite reply and suggested she get back to enjoying her retirement. 

The woman claims she rarely listens but can cite all sorts of things I’ve said offending her. 

First, I’ve been a broadcaster for 25 years.  People who make such claims are lying.  They tune in everyday for their regular dose of righteous indignation.  Two, the demographics along a narrow stretch of beach have changed.  The rest of the region is about the same as it has been for 300 years, exceptions being paved roads and electricity.  Three, Michael Savage came to national prominence broadcasting a local show in San Francisco.  He wasn’t fired or moved to overnights for needling the loons on the left.  In fact, his ratings soared.  Fourth, since I arrived the afternoon drive slot has become so popular (in a numbers sense) the station’s entire ratings have nearly doubled.  If you figure the weak kneed on the left don’t admit to hearing me then you can extrapolate an even larger audience. 

Fifth, I’m not a conservative but primarily a libertarian.  While I admire Pat Buchanan I gravitate politically in the direction of Ron Paul, however.  If this country can’t survive as a Republic I sure as heck wouldn’t choose a socialist to run the show.  Number six, a program director in Raleigh called me a “Rush” impersonator some two summers ago.  While it would be nice to be making Rush money if I had been a Bush basher would the man have called me an “Air America” Impersonator?  Opinion leaders don’t reside in the center and I’m paid to be an opinion leader.  My opinions aren’t moderate and certainly not left-of-center.  Read the map of where I was raised and how my parents raised me. 

Seventh, Sarah Brady self identified in her first email as a “moderate”.  The word, from my perspective, is synonymous with “wimp”.  I concur the woman is anything but wimpy.  In fact she’s a clear and present danger from the vantage of our Constitution.  No moderates are campaigning to expunge the Second Amendment.  It’s number two and not 18 or 23 for a reason.  It’s number two because the brilliant people drafting the document recognized the value of self defense.  There are 305 million American citizens.  An overwhelming majority didn’t shoot anyone else over the holiday weekend.  Many more blew fingers off with fireworks, drowned or got loaded and slammed a car into someone else.  Even far greater numbers instead sought to have someone else kill their own children growing inside mommy’s tummy.  Yet Mrs. Brady chooses to lobby for my silence.  I pray to God I’ve a voice until he calls me home.

This is a note originally posted at Facebook describing some recent political events in Delaware:

Thurman Adams and Joe Biden weren’t likely political soul mates. Adams was a gentlemanly old style Southern Democrat. A social conservative vexing the liberals in the northern reaches of Delaware, the powerful State Senator died last week. Biden offered a eulogy at Saturday’s funeral. I didn’t go. It isn’t personal. The redhead’s grass hadn’t been mowed in almost two weeks because of our unexpected monsoon season and I only met Adams on one occasion. No disrespect intended and I offered my respects to the man’s family during my radio show.

An acquaintance did attend and Tuesday telephoned me with news of what he labels a gaffe. Biden was reminiscing during his eulogy. The American born Biden explained it wasn’t easy as an Irish-Catholic to get elected to the U.S. Senate from Delaware in 1972. Biden often works to portray Delaware as Philadelphia, Mississippi in 1964 and ignores the fact political power is actually concentrated in New Castle County, Delaware, which is a suburb of Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. Biden then looked at the Adams family and said it’s like running for office as a “black convert Jew”.

My acquaintance was seated with friends. He is roughly the color of President Obama. He voted for the Obama-Biden ticket. He wasn’t pleased by what he views as a condescending, stupid and racist remark. Recently elected to his local school board, my acquaintance is growing very disillusioned with the rampant socialization of his country.

You know, I may have learned about this earlier but I had a rare three day weekend from work. None of which was spent on rest and relaxation. Yard work Saturday and a shopping trip Sunday and Monday I went to New Castle County, where I was a guest of a local Republican club being built on new internet technology. I came home late, went to bed after 12:30 A.M. Tuesday and by 10:00 A.M. was showered, shaved and dressed to meet an old Castle. Cap and Tax Castle, Republican Representative Mike Castle is one of the 8 members of his party jumping ship last week on a plan to put the final coffin nail into my country’s economy.

He was holding a town meeting and I carried two signs with me. “China thanks Mike Castle” read one and the other “Malevolent Mike”. He saw only the first and asked if I was representing China. Then he dashed into the meeting to see more than 200 people waiting for him. About 6 were there asking him to support socialized medicine. The rest to suggest he retire. Mr. Castle may run next year in a special election to fill the last four years of Mr. Biden’s U.S. Senate term.

I’ve now heard GOP reaction to Mr. Castle’s vote on both ends of my state. He may no longer have much support. His most recent vote isn’t an aberration.

Castle still has a few friends. There are people who moved here from Annapolis and Washington to open pottery shops, however. Firing pottery requires a great deal of generated energy. Here’s a suggestion, put down the clay, pick up a sign and join me in the effort to retire the guy.

This remains the best explanation I’ve heard for the dilemma and for containing costs:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=foXQbmZxWYY

A fellow emailed me after the show today and asked why the local GOP has such animosity toward local people organizing for their own political interests. Perhaps because the GOP isn’t looking out for your interests? A County GOP bigwig telephoned the show Monday and implied the folks joining the local “Regiment” were a bunch of knuckle dragging apes looking to shoot up the town. For the record, many of the “Regiment” members are retired police and military. If it makes the GOP feel any better I should mention some of them were “officers” and probably played some very good golf courses. Some of these folks are teachers and bankers and business owners. One is the stepchild, I believe, of a former Deputy Secretary of Defense. The local Republicans are crowing about last year’s successes. The Clerk of the Peace faced token opposition. Sussex County’s only statewide candidate has already voiced his issues. Greg Hastings, one of the finest people I’ve ever known in public life or outside of public life, got little serious support. Oh, some of his colleagues asked if I could help. Otherwise they couldn’t be bothered. Joan Deaver, a left-wing radical, is serving on County Council. Watch the demographics because more are coming. The Republican controlled Council has managed to curtail public dissent. Gosh, fellows, you’re men after President Obama’s heart! Then last week I learned Council members get taxpayer money to throw at causes “near and dear” or in other words to spread around like Philadelphia street cash. Ms. Deaver was the only one calling for an outright ban. The majority settled for being a little bit pregnant and cut the amount somewhat. I do not forget a member of the majority attempted silencing me last summer. For what I thought could be common cause I’ve stayed silent for months. Did you know two of my friends operate a Christian charity? When they approached Sam Wilson for assistance he said he would offer help only if the recipients would agree to be “Saved”. Forced conversion, if you will. Muslims just do it by the sword. It’s now noted he supports silencing dissent at Council sessions and on the radio. He’s a GOP gain. Proud, I know you are! Come, put your cares aside. Let the GOP be your life coach. If they’ll just flash a picture of President Reagan before our eyes we’ll all fall into line and praise Mike Castle. It’s a big tent. Only remember in 1980 the party regulars couldn’t stand Reagan and they don’t really like you.

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If ever there was a quote from my past to carry me through difficult times it comes from Eugene Mastin. “You have to play with pain”, he would tell us. It was August and later autumn of 1977 and it was the one year I played football for the man. He drove us until we ached. He drove us until we cursed him. He drove us until we did things for him we wouldn’t even do for our fathers. We worked so hard on the field that my gut would churn and three days into practice we couldn’t walk on sore muscles. So instead he made us run. We lost just one game that year, defeated 14-7 on a long pass late in a game against our arch rivals. On the bus trip home there was nothing but silence. It followed his words before we left for home. He was so very proud we scrapped for everything we could get before the clock ran out. As I got off the bus when we got back to our school he looked at the expression on my face and gave me a hug.

There were parents believing he drove us beyond civilized behavior. They worried he was overly profane on the practice field and they worried about his volcanic temper. It only made us tighten the circle around him. Heck, he never did anything to me my parents hadn’t done. It’s probably why I flourished working for John Butler for six years from the late 1980s until he left for better pastures. He was a veteran of psychological operations in Vietnam and a Colonel at the local Air Guard Base used to see me and ask after “The General”. It was an appropriate nickname.

I had some tough times then and my dad told me to tough it out. John did the same. It taught me the value of a human being is his/her effort and production and not the paycheck.

Dad, Coach Mastin and John Butler were men of a much distant era. They watched suspiciously as the culture eroded around them. The definitions of hero and success were changing before I even tied my first shoulder pads. The new breed, the parents whining about a coach making men of us, took over the country. A feminized culture is fine for women, I suppose, but judging by the mistakes made by government and Wall Street it hasn’t been good for the men still making most of the decisions.

It’s gut check time. Dad, Mr. Mastin and John got me through every crisis in my life but I’m really worried now. I’ve been talking with merchants and builders and they tell me they’ve never seen anything quite like they’re seeing now. They’re spooked and their customers are running scared.

It annoys me that I can’t even think about things like marriage or settling into a nice home because some idiot in some boardroom believed the new definition of his manhood was ripping off clients, neighbors and relatives. And his clients and neighbors weren’t any better and from what I can see must still believe in The Tooth Fairy. Lordy, over the past decade I’ve lost two jobs, rebuilt a shattered left leg, lived in five places in 3 states and financed retirement for 2 lawyers fighting an ex-wife in court. I was at the gym today and some woman told me I was an inspiration for everyone else there. The fat middle aged guy can really move on the treadmill and stair stepper. He also biked to Washington last summer, for those of you forgetting, because he long ago learned you have to play with pain. You play through it. It’s persistent and constant and it doesn’t ease with age.

On Tuesday the nation’s first androgynous President took office. Or at least he appears that way for many of you believing he’s in touch with his feelings. Those are the people that voted for Mr. Obama. Let me tell you I’ve an entirely different impression forming. I don’t agree with the man on most issues relating to government’s role in my life and I abhor his views about infanticide, however. There are some old grainy films of The President playing basketball as a teenager and we’re all familiar with so many elements of his life story. This guy is as tough as nails. Those of us on the right underestimated him until he grabbed the big prize. He knows you have to play with pain. Are you ready for what’s ahead?

It’s raining.  It has been raining almost steadily since I woke Election Day morning.  It’s a few minutes of 3:00 P.M. Wednesday as I start writing this.  I won’t finish in one setting.  It’s scheduled to rain throughout Thursday, when I’ve a live 4-hour broadcast scheduled from a hotel balcony.  Looking out at the steady downpour it doesn’t escape me it represents how I’ve felt about recent events in this country.  The rain follows a drought, one that crossed over two summers on this peninsula.  Just weeks ago a farmer told a Salisbury, Maryland newspaper he feared his fields would catch fire.  Last week we finally had some rain.  Then Indian summer followed over the weekend.  It was 75 degrees Saturday when I went to an event called Punkin’ Chunkin.  I was there when the sun set in the west and I watched it sink across the broad and flat terrain.  Then I drove home with the sunroof open and the lovely breeze. 

It has come to an end, my people’s monopoly on the sometimes aptly named White House.  Now the fellow with the platitudes tossed to adoring crowds like so many rose petals must govern.  As one writer said, Mr. Obama can best manage American decline.  Nobody talks about the future of a vast empire.  They talk of decline and living with less.  It’s our gift for our children and grandchildren.  A United Nations report suggests we ration meat.  Two servings per week in the industrialized world and the report warns alcohol production must cease in order to divert resources to feeding billions.  Where it was once believed people best managed their own decentralized affairs we now have a President-Elect claiming he’s a citizen of the world.  It has come to pass.

What can he accomplish by fiat?  I was reading today there isn’t a constitutional basis for the Wall Street bailout.  Government makes decisions and we get whipsawed and then we wonder how it all crumbled around us.  By crumbling I’m talking about individual liberty.  Another fellow wrote if you expect government to provide you healthcare you must be aware a neighbor is picking up the tab.  I’m willing to help folks I see in need but have always considered I’m the best judge of what I can provide.  When I’ve been flush I’ve written checks to feed the homeless and to put coats on the backs of the cold.  When I’ve been cold and hungry I’ve had friends throw me a lifeline.  Decisions they made of their own free will. 

Now we’re entering a new phase of human history and I fear.  I’ve been accused of bigotry for suggesting some of you voted for Obama without considering what he really represents.  I’ll toss you one positive about this election.  Many young people living in our teaming cities have believed they’ve only a handful of options in life.  In some cases just two, pushing a broom or dealing drugs.  Obama’s election offers an alternative but beyond I can’t see how “change” and “hope” will fill any tummies or turn the ship of state around.  Now he must govern.  It isn’t an easy task and it’s made more difficult because he’s accepted the argument his work is to best manage decline.  You see the paradox, don’t you?  Hope and decline don’t really share any victory platforms. 

For all of you who get the warm feeling liberals get from bathing in rose petals I remind you it’s cold and damp and the long range forecast isn’t comforting. 

So the plumber isn’t named Joe? It’s his middle name. No surprise here. We aren’t allowed to speak middle names in this campaign. The name which can’t be spoken, familiar to people of faith, which means the candidate, will now be known as “I am that I am”. When you go and vote tell them “I am” has sent you.

I’ve been putting together some strings of ideas. A story on NPR told me the world financial system was now so complex we need to be part of international regulation of the markets. U.S. sovereignty will be surrendered to a new world financial order. Days before I read a report from a U.N. committee. It recommends that meat be rationed to 2 servings a week in order to provide equally for all people of this world. Considering much of the world eats very little meat the paper targets the industrialized world or primarily English and French speaking North America. You’ll need a U.N. card for grocery shopping.

The same report also urges prohibition of alcohol. Apparently brewing cold beer takes food from the mouths of children in Bangladesh. Since we can’t be trusted to do the “right thing” the world government will reshape our conscience. Don’t object or you’ll lose the ration card and be left with an empty rice bowl.

How convenient for the globalists the financial panic. For many years I’ve derided conspiracy theorists who spoke of a currency called the Amero, the North American Super Highway and Washington’s submission to the United Nations. Now I’m starting to take these claims seriously.

Which candidate most likely to assume the White House would take us in this direction? Mr. Obama and Mr. Biden are primary sponsors of the “global tax”. Nearly one trillion dollars would be funneled overseas in an effort to end poverty (Apparently no one before has ever thrown money this direction). We’ll also need a trillion or so for single payer health care. We’ll control costs by limiting what your doctor can earn. You may remember surgeons in the Soviet Union often were paid less than construction crews. Not to disparage blue collar workers but your doctor has years of student loans on the books.

Unless of course you make education “free” and control teacher pay. This should only cost the treasury a trillion or trillion and one half. With a national debt expected to reach 11 trillion dollars next year you’re probably worried the national credit card will be maxed pretty soon. Not to worry, the Chinese have agreed to continue financing the debt as long as we agree to worldwide control of financial markets and ultimately subject our government and the will of the people to control of a world body. It’s all so easy but for the United States Constitution. No need to worry, Obama will appoint Justices who’ll smooth the rough edges. He owes the Chinese, my friends, they’ve bankrolled his campaign.

Lastly, you’ve likely heard President Obama and his Congressional friends, riding a rising tide in both houses plan to put the Fairness Doctrine back in place. Effectively silencing talk radio hosts nationally and at the local level who may dare tell you “I am that I am” is a false God.

Endorsements. I say I never offer these. Better description is that it’s rare. First.

President

John S. McCain. He isn’t perfect but he’s the last “Great” man in America. Junior can go back to Chicago and join the bomb making squad and “damn” America.

Governor

Who is Jack Markell? A picture in the News Journal? Mr. Carney at least knows how to get to Sussex County and he likes a cold one. Markell won’t come on a right leaning radio show? Heck, Bill Lee goes into the den of national traitors at WDEL but then Lee, the Marine, is Delaware’s last “Great” man.

Insurance Commissioner

And Delaware’s smartest man is John Brady. Hands down the Big Guy’s brain is Delaware’s biggest..

House of Representatives

I endorse Bill Colley. O.K., I’m pulling your leg as I prefer to continue not working for a living. I very much on a personal level like my two fellow Catholics in the race but I have a higher calling and it’s my allegiance to God. The Church isn’t a democracy and God isn’t asking for your opinions. Infanticide is criminal. You denounce it or you feather your bed in the nether reaches, however. I would like to buy one of the candidates dinner and her name isn’t Mike.

U.S. Senate

Christine O’Donnell. She’s an intellectual, she’s always smiling and you know she doesn’t compromise. My, Lord, she has a moral grounding I can only aspire to. Godspeed, Christine. Uncle Joe, see my comments about the race for the House. And those comments you made about that wonderful man who tried saving your first wife and daughter… Joe, there is a final judge.

Lt. Governor.

Copeland and Denn both have passion for the office. Bill Lee will need an ally. I hope Mr. Copeland agrees.

Sussex County Council

I endorse the entire GOP slate. What great people we have in this county, often from both parties but I’ve met these Republicans and they truly are just like the rest of us. There are so many good Republicans that we don’t have room for all of them. There were 3 battling in the primary for one seat. They could all serve us well.

The Forty First

Remember that comedy routine where the politician is asked if he still beats his wife? He can’t answer yes and he can’t answer no. It’s a paradox. Greg Hastings doesn’t beat his wife. He’s clean as a whistle and he’s what small town America has always been about.

Other State Legislative Races

Some good people here but do we want a one party state? A one party state is called New Jersey. ‘Nuff said. The local GOP has raised a good slate. It could be a model statewide and beyond.

Joe Biden, champion of common folks, shops at Home Depot.  Guess the little guy who owns the local hardware store doesn’t get “Uncle Joe’s” business.  Mrs. Palin could’ve pounced on this one Thursday had she not been under strict instructions to follow her script.  How about Joe Danko?  I’m not sure I’m spelling the guy’s name the right way but in my notes it’s how it appears.  He’s the man “Uncle Joe” talks with at the gas station.  When Biden goes to fill up his 350 he talks with Joe Danko and asks how much it costs to fill up the Danko truck.  Danko doesn’t know because he has never been able to afford a fill-up.  Guess “Uncle Joe” could always recommend the train but it probably doesn’t pass near the Danko home or business.  Palin should have pounced at that point.  It was early in the debate and she could’ve replied Danko could afford gasoline if Biden would get on board with offshore drilling.

The candidates played for a tie.  Apparently the instructions were to be as cautious as possible in a still relatively close race.  McCain needed a knockout punch.  Palin had the opportunities.  It makes me wonder if Bobby Jindal would’ve followed instructions or vamped when the opportunity arrived.  If nothing changes from now until November Obama will be in The White House and Americans will be buffeted by the storm.  Then, again, McCain is proving he isn’t the tonic.  Most of this year’s GOP candidates didn’t have much more to offer. 

So where do we go from here?  Start storing the canned goods and dried beans but most importantly keep your powder dry.  I believe the positive is the military will side with Middle America.  It mirrors our values.  This isn’t the end.  Jefferson offered a blueprint.  “The tree of liberty must be refreshed from time to time with the blood of patriots and tyrants” he not only warned but also suggested.  Jefferson’s modern counterpart was an earlier Arizonan.  ” I would remind you that extremism in the defense of liberty is no vice! And let me remind you also that moderation in the pursuit of justice is no virtue!” spoke Barry Goldwater.  McCain may be missing his mentor’s words but I haven’t. 

My parents weren’t the easiest people to live with when I was growing up.  It always appeared they were making things more difficult for us than need be.  At a young age I was handling firearms and fishing poles and no one ever offered a “time out” when I wasn’t a good boy.  The approach helped me survive some very lean years as a young broadcaster making 200 dollars a week while paying rent and a student loan. 

There are a great many people sending me tips about survival.  Yes, I agree debt loads should be reduced and I agree we need an ample supply of non-perishable foods but mostly survival requires wit and grit. 

I’m fully confident the nation will come out of the tumult with a restoration of traditional virtues as well as an original sense of liberty.  The folks who never heard the word no, experienced a paddling or who don’t have the brains to head for higher ground during a flood won’t have a clue.  God help them.