Prime's Worm Hole : The America that use to be

Thursday, January 20, 2011

The America that use to be

It was bad enough when upon the arrival of the Chinese president, once again Barack Obama was captured for posterity bowing to him. I saw the photograph on Drudge yesterday and elected to not even acknowledge it.

Now today comes the true revelations of what this Chinese visit represents and how our tin man president has handled the Chinese since the beginning of his administration. While Obama has placed America prostrate before the great dragon and full of self imposed humility and false political positioning, the Chinese have seen no reasons or justifications to return the favor.

The Chinese are stepping off and flaunting what they now know is inevitable.

''If China becomes the world's No. 1 nation ... ." That was the headline in the official newspaper of the Chinese Communist Party, The People's Daily, on the eve of Chinese President Hu Jintao's state visit to Washington. The article went on to boast how "China's emergence is increasingly shifting to debate over how the world will treat China, which is the world No. 1 and has overtaken the U.S."

A story like this does not appear by accident in the official Chinese Communist Party newspaper on the eve of a state visit to the world's (current) No. 1 power, the United States.

Hell no that headline didn't appear by accident and Americans need to read the full extent of how they have been betrayed by this interloping impostor we have allowed to become president. No, this headline isn't a misprint any more than Obama's approach to the Chinese since he took office has been by accident. Obama has all but taken this country to the place where he has bent America over to be subjugated by the Chinese, much like he subjugates himself to them and the Muslim kings of Arabia.

America use to be the nation that set the tone and carried forth the policy of democracy to the rest of the world. From the time when Teddy Roosevelt sent the Great White Fleet around the world to let the rest of the world know who truly was the real big dog on the block, to the time when America stood up and defeated tyranny on two sides of the globe simultaneously during WWII.

Those times are no more and Barack Obama intends to see that they never return. He is content to do what he promised to the stupid and the ignorant that voted for him and allowed him to be elected. He is fundamentally changing this nation and once his 'change you can believe in' is accomplished? The America of the last two hundred plus years will no longer exist.

While The people of this country have been deprived the truth by the media and the government sponsored education system in this country over the last forty five years, the dupes that have been produced from this inbreeding of the socialist mind has produce a generation too stupid to see that they are being led toward the cliff of oblivion and destruction like the lemmings that they are.

God helps us!

The great red dragon has risen and we have brought it to life and fed it with the knowledge and experience and money and technology that we created to support it. Now as it looms on the precipice of consuming us, I can only wonder what the majority of those who never knew their country and never cared to learn of their heritage will think. What will they think when they are driven into the barren out lands of the shadows of all that was once great and has been destroyed.

I hope they enjoy their bowl of rice and their bicycles and their prayer mats when they get them. Those who survive.

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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.