Prime's Worm Hole : Camelot is Dead And Good Riddance

Thursday, August 27, 2009

Camelot is Dead And Good Riddance

'Win One for Teddy,' Say Dems Pushing for Health Reform

As night follows day and rainbows follow spring showers, if you stop and think about it, liberals are easily track able in their socialist pursuits.

Teddy Kennedy's body had not even assumed room temperature yet and the liberals were already gathering to prop up his corpse in the store front window of liberal socialism, in their attempt to utilize his death to revive their socialist health care scam.

"Win one for Teddy!"

I saw it immediately, as did millions of other Americas. and today it is being reported just as we predicted it would be. The democrats intend to rally around the death of the great liberal and use his death as an anchor point. They intend to immortalize and martyr the last of the Kennedy's, and they intend to use his death as the booster rocket to regain orbit for their failing health care reform plan.

Therefore, it is time for Americans to re-double their efforts with their congressmen and senators, and let them know emphatically, that we (Americans) don't want this crap. We simply aren't interested. And as the marine recently said at the town hall meeting, "who are these people that think that they have a right to allow us to keep our present health care, once they get their socialized agenda passed as supposed affordable health care."

They have no rights over me and their fallen icon cuts absolutely nothing with me in this discussion. The time for Americans to stand up to this fascist bullying is now. And if the liberals attempt to wrap the moldering corpse of Ted Kennedy in their latest socialist scam? Them we all as Americans need to remember just who their womanizing alcoholic murdering icon really was.

He may have been the last surviving member of Camelot, but none the less he was a socialist and a lout. And his death and all the dressing up of his legacy of the media doesn't change that reality one iota.

2 comments:

Debra said...: The liberals will now try to make his death the added emphasis needed to pass Obama's Health bill; August 27, 2009 at 12:14:00 PM EST
XtnYoda said...: Mary Jo Kopechne

Mary Jo KopechneBorn: 26-Jul-1940
Birthplace: Forty Fort, PA
Died: 18-Jul-1969
Location of death: Chappaquiddick Island, MA
Cause of death: Accident - Automobile
Remains: Buried, St. Vincent's Cemetery, Larksville, PA

Gender: Female
Religion: Roman Catholic
Race or Ethnicity: White
Occupation: Victim

Nationality: United States
Executive summary: Dead woman in Ted Kennedy's car

Near midnight on Chappaquiddick Island, a possibly drunk and definitely married Senator Ted Kennedy takes a right turn instead of a left. His car winds up skidding off Dike Bridge and is quickly submerged upside-down in salty Poucha Pond. His passenger, RFK office secretary Mary Jo Kopechne, is knocked into the back seat. Kennedy swims to safety, whereupon he fails to rescue his companion or even simply report the incident to authorities until the following morning.

Because no autopsy is ever performed on Kopechne's body (her body had been promptly whisked out of state) it is uncertain how long it took her to drown, if she wasn't killed on impact. Likewise, it is never established whether Kopechne was pregnant or exhibited signs of recent sexual activity.

Just remembering.

I remember training some British Marines back in 72' on the North Carolina coast some stuff about beach assaults. Evening comes and I'm sitting between two of them at the EM club watching TV with a PBR and on comes ol' Ted... "We are illegally training British marines on US soil!"

Followed by the obligatory pentagon spokesperson... "There are no British Marines on American soil!"

I looked at the two British Marines on either side of me and we had a good laugh... and another PBR... so... here's one last salute for you Ted.... Oh well... I don't quite know how to make that sign with a keyboard.

chuck; August 27, 2009 at 12:47:00 PM EST

Prime's Worm hole

This is a place for me to muse about the issues that affect our world. My world and my country and my life in particular. I can say what I want to here and those who may stumble across my musings, are welcome to comment,or not. America is under siege. Everything this nation has ever represented, is now being torn asunder and crushed by the onslaught of egalitarian socialism. All morals and social values have been devolved into the belief that systemic racism, is the only underlying cause or reason for any societal ills in America. And that representation, is nothing but a Trojan Horse argument. A means of getting the egalitarian camel's nose into the tent. And now that it has been inserted? There is mayhem and anarchy and burning and looting all across America. And the only questions that remains to be asked and answered? Are these. When is enough enough and when will the American people call full stop and take the law into their own hands, to repel this socialist based attack on the Constitution and our personal freedoms.

Thinking

It started out innocently enough. I began to think at parties now and then -- just to loosen up and be a part of the crowd.
Inevitably, though, one thought led to another and soon I was more than just a social thinker.

I began to think alone -- "to relax", I told myself -- but I knew it wasn't true.
Thinking became more and more important to me and finally I was thinking all the time.

I began to think on the job. I knew that thinking and employment don't mix, but I couldn't help myself.

I began to avoid friends at lunchtime so I could read Thoreau, Muir, Confucius and Kafka. I would return to the office dizzied and confused, asking, "What is it exactly we are doing here?"

One day the boss called me in. He said, "Listen, I like you and it hurts me to say this, but your thinking has become a real problem. If you don't stop thinking on the job, you'll have to find another job."

"Honey," I confessed, "I've been thinking..."

"I know you've been thinking," she said, "and I want a divorce!" "But Honey, surely it's not that serious." "It is serious," she said, lower lip aquiver.

"You think as much as college professors and college professors don't make that much money, so if you keep on thinking, we won't have any money!"
She exploded in tears of rage and frustration, but I was in no mood to deal with the emotional drama.

"I'm going to the library," I snarled
I headed for the library, in the mood for some John Locke. I roared into the parking lot with NPR on the radio and ran up to the big glass doors.

They didn't open. The library was closed.

To this day, I believe that a Higher Power was looking out for me that night.

Leaning on the unfeeling glass, whimpering for Emerson, a poster caught my eye, "Friend, is heavy thinking ruining your life?" it asked.

This is why I am what I am today: a recovering thinker.

I never miss a TA meeting. At each meeting we watch a non-educational video; last week it was "Porky's." Then we share experiences about how we avoided thinking since the last meeting.

I still have my job, and things are a lot better at home. Life just seemed easier, somehow, as soon as I stopped thinking. I think the road to recovery is nearly complete for me.

Today I took the final step...I joined the Democratic Party

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If you are able,
save them a place
inside of you
and save one backward glance
when you are leaving
for the places they can
no longer go.
Be not ashamed to say
you loved them,
though you may
or may not have always.
Take what they have left
and what they have taught you
with their dying
and keep it with your own.
And in that time
when men decide and feel safe
to call the war insane,
take one moment to embrace
those gentle heroes
you left behind.

Major Michael Davis O'Donnell
1 January 1970
Dak To, Vietnam

Captain Michael O'Donnell was lost in Cambodia on March 24 1970, while flying a UH1 rescue helicopter, trying to rescue an eight man LRRP team under attack in Cambodia. He was listed as MIA along with the eight he had attempted to rescue after his UH1 Huey was shot down by enemy fire. The official military report listed the eight as shot down 'non survivable' and 'non recoverable.'

Michael O'Donnell was submitted for the Congressional Medal of Honor for his actions that day. He was awarded the Distinguished flying cross, the Bronze Star, The Air Medal and The Purple Heart and he was promoted to the rank of Major (posthumously).

In 1978 he was officially listed as KIA by the Department of Defense.

A little about the philosophy of the author

The Borg Conspiracy is one man's purely pedestrian thoughts, independent musings and frequently cheeky commentaries...Mixed with an abundance of patriotism, love of God, and love of country.

My thoughts?

In my opinion........in another generation, all that will remain of our once great republic, may be little more than what is left to weather the passage of time in the form of a few obscure and forgotten monuments to the great American experiment.

If America should fail....let it be written as her epitaph.....died by her own hand. The greatest experiment in freedom ever undertaken, lost in the end to the pursuit of the illusion that egalitarian tolerance was more valuable than individual freedom.

Let us be warned.
Franklin, Payne, Jefferson. They all knew the consequences of the lack of vigilance and they tried to warn us. They gave us a document as our guide post. We were to guard it and revere it and use it to guide and govern our future and our posterity.

No one listened.