Monday, February 23, 2009

BUCHANAN TO OBAMA...By Patrick J. Buchanan...

This is a statement just made by Pat Buchanan and one with which I wholeheartedly agree. I think most of you will, too. If you agree, pass it on!

By Patrick J. Buchanan


Barack says we need to have a conversation about race in America . Fair enough. But this time, it has to be a two-way conversation. White America needs to be heard from, not just lectured to. This time, the Silent Majority needs to have its convictions, grievances and demands heard. And among them are these:

First, America has been the best country on earth for black folks It was here that 600,000 black people, brought from Africa in slave ships, grew into a community of 40 million, were introduced to Christian salvation, and reached the greatest levels of freedom and prosperity blacks have ever known. Wright ought to go down on his knees and thank God he is an American.

Second, no people anywhere has done more to lift up blacks than white Americans. Untold trillions have been spent since the ' 60s on welfare, food stamps, rent supplements,Section 8 housing, Pell grants, student loans, legal services, Medicaid, Earned Income Tax Credits and poverty programs designed to bring the African-American community into the mainstream. Governments, businesses and colleges have engaged in discrimination against white folks -- with affirmative action, contract set-asides and quotas -- to advance black applicants over white appli cants. Churches, foundations, civic groups, schools and individuals all over America have donated their time and money to support soup kitchens, adult education, day care, retirement and nursing homes for blacks.

We hear the grievances. Where is the gratitude??

Barack talks about new 'ladders of opportunity' for blacks. Let him go to Altoona? And Johnstown, and ask the white kids in Catholic schools how many were visited lately by Ivy League recruiters handing out scholarships for 'deserving' white kids.? Is white America really responsible for the fact that the crime and incarceration rates for African-Americans are seven times those of white America? Is it really white America's fault that illegitimacy in the African-American community has hit 70 percent and the black dropout rate from high schools in some cities has reached 50 percent?

Is that the fault of white America or, first and foremost, a failure of the black community itself?

As for racism, its ugliest manifestation is in interracial crime, and especially interracial crimes of violence. Is Barack Obama aware that while white criminals choose black victims 3 percent of the time, black criminals choose white victims 45 percent of the time?

Is Barack aware that black-on-white rapes are 100 times more common than the reverse, that black-on-white robberies were 139 times as common in the first three years of this decade as the reverse?

We have all heard ad nauseam from the Rev. Al about Tawana Brawley, the Duke rape case and Jena . And all turned out to be hoaxes. But about the epidemic of black assaults on whites that are real, we hear nothing.

Sorry, Barack, some of us have heard it all before, about 40 years and 40 trillion tax dollars ago.

This needs to be passed around because, this is a message everyone needs to hear!!!



Thursday, February 12, 2009

Pondering the Fate of the Nation...

I wrote this poem for no particular reason; I just wanted to write something different. But when I read it over again, I realized it refers to the new president of this country. These could be (and probably are) his deep hidden thoughts. And they fit!


I sit alone a lot and think about this joke that I refer to as my 'life,'
And wonder where I am in it; I wonder where I'll go when it is through.
I have to put a smile on whenever other people come around;
A smile that's just a lie,-that's only what my soul says I should do.

It's easy to pretend that everything I see is right and I'm content
But deep within I know that that pretense is coming from so far inside
That I may never really understand what makes me feel the way I do;
I couldn't understand the truth of this old world,-not even if I tried.

I'll wake up in the morning and start my day the way I did before,-
Putting on this strange facade,-pretending I am happy with my fate,-
But always knowing in my gut that sometimes, somewhere way down deep inside,
My life is just a joke; the cloak I wrap around myself each day is hate.

But I'll start up again and fool the world and all the crazy clowns within it
Into thinking I am someone who is happy to be with them all.
I let them think that they are people; friends that I can know and really love;
But now I'm glad that I'll be there to see them trip and watch them as they fall!