Like many of you, I have watched as President Obama seems to be systematically dismantling the free-enterprise system and gradually implementing Socialism piece by piece. He’s already nationalized GM and Chrysler (screwing the stockholders in the process) by transferring their stock to the government and unions (The United Auto Workers now controls about 65% of Chrysler and 17.5% of GM).
If this healthcare bill is passed by the House, Obama will have grabbed control of approximately 1/6th of the nation’s economy in one fell swoop. True Marxists and communists (both long-timers and relative newcomers like Van Jones) are simply giddy with the prospects of this huge potential power-grab being accomplished without a shot being fired. Silently, they prepare for a celebration as Obama continues to spit out the rhetoric about how he is “laser focused on jobs” for those poor fools who still cling to his every word.
I read of the optimism today of Democrats who predict a healthcare reform “victory” for America. Did we really elect people this ignorant? Or are they knowing accomplices in the attempted overthrow of our healthcare industry and taking a huge step into added control of every aspect of our lives?
As I pondered the above, like a haunting voice in my ear, I imagined the words of Samuel Francis Smith, set to the music of Muzio Clementi’s Symphony No. 3. You know it (or you should) as “America” (not to be confused with “America The Beautiful”).
I recalled how we used to sing it with such pride as children in a far better era, long passed:
My country, ’tis of thee,
Sweet land of Liberty,
Of thee, I sing!
Land where my fathers died,
Land of the pilgrims’ pride,
From every mountainside let freedom ring!
As I let the song play in my head, it dawned on me: This, ladies and gentlemen, was America. That sweet liberty that made America the shining beacon of hope for all the people in the world is growing dimmer with each new restriction placed upon us. And if the President has his way, the government will soon have the power to tell us what we can and cannot eat, and virtually every aspect of our lives will be defined by government charts and graphs determining whether or not we qualify for medical treatment based on standards we have no voice (and the government has no business) in establishing.
This is not the land of the free, nor the land of “thee I sing.” It’s the land of “thee, I control!” There are other verses, but the final verse of the original song holds, perhaps, the most important of messages:
Our fathers’ God to Thee,
Author of liberty,
To Thee we sing.
Long may our land be bright,
With freedom’s holy light,
Protect us by Thy might,
Great God our King.
People like Barack Obama don’t want to recognize the Judeo-Christian acknowledgment of God as did the founders of this country when they wrote the Constitution. Indeed, the term “Judeo-Christian” wouldn’t be coined until 1899. But the concept, understanding, and acknowledgment was there. And it still is with the vast majority of Americans.
Liberals and progressives would re-write history in the name of political correctness so as not to offend anyone. This is not the America we lived in until recently. Obama and the Democrats who back his agenda and the Democratic platform insist that all people must be legislated into equality. And the way they equalize is not by lifting up others, but rather by dragging down those who have achieved more through hard work and sacrifice.
This is not the America our forefathers envisioned. They saw a land where people’s achievements are limited only by their creativity, efforts and work ethic… not by legislation that punishes them for their accomplishment.
Today, I see a land where, the more you achieve, the higher the level of punishment by the government to bring you back down into the same level of others. It’s sometimes referred to as the crab-bucket system. Those of you who have gone crabbing know that if one crab attempts to crawl out of the bucket, the others eventually pull it back down with them.
Welcome to the great American Crab Bucket, folks.