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Major News Magazine Picks Up the Quincy Tea Party Swat team Story

WND TV

Riot police shield Obama from tea-party grandmas

Rooftop snipers eye patriots singing 'God Bless America'


Posted: April 29, 2010
9:40 pm Eastern

By Chelsea Schilling
© 2010 WorldNetDaily

 

When hundreds of tea party protesters – including many elderly women – gathered outside a civic center where President Obama was giving a public speech Wednesday, they were surprised to be greeted by police dispatched in full riot gear.

Obama spoke in Quincy, Ill., at the Oakley Lindsay Civic Center. The event was open to the public, and about 2,000 tickets were distributed on a first-come, first-serve basis.

About 200 protesters peacefully rallied outside the civic center, carrying signs that read "Give Us Liberty Not Debt" and yellow "Don't Tread On Me" flags, the Quincy Herald-Whig reported. Protesters waved U.S. flags and shouted "Remember in November" and "You work for us."

'Look at these extremist maniacs!'

After Obama's motorcade arrived, a Secret Service agent instructed protesters to move across the street. The crowd began singing "God Bless, America" and the National Anthem. Quincy Deputy Police Chief Ron Dreyer ordered police in full riot gear to march up the street and stand between the tea partiers and the civic center.

Snipers were also spotted on the rooftop of the building.

Tea-party grannies are just some of America's true patriots! Find out who the rest are in this beautiful collection of tea-party images.

The tea partiers complied when they were told to move across the street, behind a sidewalk and into a parking lot. The riot police did not come into contact with the crowd, and the tea partiers sang patriotic songs while obeying the orders.

"Thanks for protecting our president," one tea partier can be heard saying on a video of the event. "He's the anointed One, the Messiah."

Another man said, "Illegals are rioting, and we're as peaceful as you can believe."

NBC affiliate WGEM described the crowd as "rowdy," though they could be heard singing "God Bless America" in the background during the report.

Inside, Obama told the crowd, "[W]hen I travel now, it kind of causes a ruckus."

(Story continues below)


 

Michelle Malkin's blog responded to the incident with the headline "Riot police called in to protect Obama from out-of-control tea party."

"Thank goodness the riot police showed up quickly before something serious happened," Doug Powers wrote. "Look at these extremist maniacs!"

Powers referenced photos of several elderly women at the protest who smiled and wore U.S. flags.


"No word yet on how many crimes were carried out in town while the police were being ordered to monitor this seething cauldron of tea-party rage," he wrote, "but it was a small price to pay to keep the area secure."

Organizer Steve McQueen told the Herald-Whig, "We've always been respectful and acted with dignity. We are out to make our case and make it peacefully."


Tea-party blog P/Oed Patriot posted the following video of the incident:

The following videos of the event were also posted on youtube

The photos and videos sparked a wave of blogger reactions, including the following comments:

  • I hope the riot police have full auto assault weapons with armor-piercing rounds. I hear false teeth can deflect normal NATO rounds.

  • Those poor police have to be embarrassed.

  • These guys and gals look like my mom or the people in my church. Wake up America!

  • Why can't these racist, violent tea parties be civil like the peaceful pro-illegal immigration rallies we saw in Phoenix!?

  • The cops really have to worry since protesters are shown on tape throwing bottles at them. Oh wait …

  • SWAT was there because it looked like the ladies were going to break out in a bingo game. Those daubers have ink, ya know.

  • Oh my G-d. How beyond ridiculous. This country's "leaders" have gone stark raving insane.

  • Yeah, they look like real hoodlums. Next they'll be going after the elementary school kids singing those crazy patriotic songs!

  • When will the AARP condemn this threatening behavior by team Obama?


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This story about Davey Crockett is one of the most important and interesting things I have read in a long time. It ought to be required reading in our schools and for our Congressmen  and president.

SOCKDOLAGER—A Tale of Davy Crockett, Charity and Congress
April 9, 2010 by Bob Livingston

A "sockdolager" is a knock-down blow. This is a newspaper reporter’s captivating story of his unforgettable encounter with the old "Bear Hunter" from Tennessee.

From "The Life of Colonel David Crockett", by Edward S. Ellis
(Philadelphia: Porter & Coates, 1884)


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CROCKETT was then the lion of Washington. I was a great admirer of his character, and, having several friends who were intimate with him, I found no difficulty in making his acquaintance. I was fascinated with him, and he seemed to take a fancy to me.

I was one day in the lobby of the House of Representatives when a bill was taken up appropriating money for the benefit of a widow of a distinguished naval officer. Several beautiful speeches had been made in its support—rather, as I thought, because it afforded the speakers a fine opportunity for display than from the necessity of convincing anybody, for it seemed to me that everybody favored it. The Speaker was just about to put the question when Crockett arose. Everybody expected, of course, that he was going to make one of his characteristic speeches in support of the bill. He commenced:

"Mr. Speaker—I have as much respect for the memory of the deceased, and as much sympathy for the sufferings of the living, if suffering there be, as any man in this House, but we must not permit our respect for the dead or our sympathy for a part of the living to lead us into an act of injustice to the balance of the living. I will not go into an argument to prove that Congress has no power to appropriate this money as an act of charity. Every member upon this floor knows it.

We have the right, as individuals, to give away as much of our own money as we please in charity; but as members of Congress we have no right so to appropriate a dollar of the public money. Some eloquent appeals have been made to us upon the ground that it is a debt due the deceased. Mr. Speaker, the deceased lived long after the close of the war; he was in office to the day of his death, and I have never heard that the government was in arrears to him. This government can owe no debts but for services rendered, and at a stipulated price. If it is a debt, how much is it? Has it been audited, and the amount due ascertained? If it is a debt, this is not the place to present it for payment, or to have its merits examined. If it is a debt, we owe more than we can ever hope to pay, for we owe the widow of every soldier who fought in the War of 1812 precisely the same amount.

There is a woman in my neighborhood, the widow of as gallant a man as ever shouldered a musket. He fell in battle. She is as good in every respect as this lady, and is as poor. She is earning her daily bread by her daily labor; but if I were to introduce a bill to appropriate five or ten thousand dollars for her benefit, I should be laughed at, and my bill would not get five votes in this House. There are thousands of widows in the country just such as the one I have spoken of, but we never hear of any of these large debts to them. Sir, this is no debt.

The government did not owe it to the deceased when he was alive; it could not contract it after he died. I do not wish to be rude, but I must be plain. Every man in this House knows it is not a debt. We cannot, without the grossest corruption, appropriate this money as the payment of a debt. We have not the semblance of authority to appropriate it as a charity.

Mr. Speaker, I have said we have the right to give as much of our own money as we please. I am the poorest man on this floor. I cannot vote for this bill, but I will give one week’s pay to the object, and if every member of Congress will do the same, it will amount to more than the bill asks."

He took his seat. Nobody replied. The bill was put upon its passage, and, instead of passing unanimously, as was generally supposed, and as, no doubt, it would, but for that speech, it received but few votes, and, of course, was lost.

Like many other young men, and old ones, too, for that matter, who had not thought upon the subject, I desired the passage of the bill, and felt outraged at its defeat. I determined that I would persuade my friend Crockett to move a reconsideration the next day.

Previous engagements preventing me from seeing Crockett that night, I went early to his room the next morning and found him engaged in addressing and franking letters, a large pile of which lay upon his table.

I broke in upon him rather abruptly, by asking him what devil had possessed him to make that speech and defeat that bill yesterday. Without turning his head or looking up from his work, he replied:

"You see that I am very busy now; take a seat and cool yourself. I will be through in a few minutes, and then I will tell you all about it."

He continued his employment for about ten minutes, and when he had finished he turned to me and said: "Now, sir, I will answer your question. But thereby hangs a tale, and one of considerable length, to which you will have to listen."

I listened, and this is the tale which I heard:


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SEVERAL YEARS AGO I was one evening standing on the steps of the Capitol with some other members of Congress, when our attention was attracted by a great light over in Georgetown. It was evidently a large fire. We jumped into a hack and drove over as fast as we could. When we got there, I went to work, and I never worked as hard in my life as I did there for several hours. But, in spite of all that could be done, many houses were burned and many families made homeless, and, besides, some of them had lost all but the clothes they had on. The weather was very cold, and when I saw so many women and children suffering, I felt that something ought to be done for them, and everybody else seemed to feel the same way.

The next morning a bill was introduced appropriating $20,000 for their relief. We put aside all other business and rushed it through as soon as it could be done. I said everybody felt as I did. That was not quite so; for, though they perhaps sympathized as deeply with the sufferers as I did, there were a few of the members who did not think we had the right to indulge our sympathy or excite our charity at the expense of anybody but ourselves. They opposed the bill, and upon its passage demanded the yeas and nays. There were not enough of them to sustain the call, but many of us wanted our names to appear in favor of what we considered a praiseworthy measure, and we voted with them to sustain it. So the yeas and nays were recorded, and my name appeared on the journals in favor of the bill.

The next summer, when it began to be time to think about the election, I concluded I would take a scout around among the boys of my district. I had no opposition there, but, as the election was some time off, I did not know what might turn up, and I thought it was best to let the boys know that I had not forgot them, and that going to Congress had not made me too proud to go to see them.

So I put a couple of shirts and a few twists of tobacco into my saddlebags, and put out. I had been out about a week and had found things going very smoothly, when, riding one day in a part of my district in which I was more of a stranger than any other, I saw a man in a field plowing and coming toward the road. I gauged my gait so that we should meet as he came to the fence. As he came up I spoke to the man. He replied politely, but, as I thought, rather coldly, and was about turning his horse for another furrow when I said to him: "Don’t be in such a hurry, my friend; I want to have a little talk with you, and get better acquainted."

He replied: "I am very busy, and have but little time to talk, but if it does not take too long, I will listen to what you have to say."

I began: "Well, friend, I am one of those unfortunate beings called candidates, and…"

"’Yes, I know you; you are Colonel Crockett. I have seen you once before, and voted for you the last time you were elected. I suppose you are out electioneering now, but you had better not waste your time or mine. I shall not vote for you again.’

This was a sockdolager… I begged him to tell me what was the matter.

"Well, Colonel, it is hardly worthwhile to waste time or words upon it. I do not see how it can be mended, but you gave a vote last winter which shows that either you have not capacity to understand the Constitution, or that you are wanting in honesty and firmness to be guided by it. In either case you are not the man to represent me. But I beg your pardon for expressing it in that way. I did not intend to avail myself of the privilege of the Constitution to speak plainly to a candidate for the purpose of insulting or wounding you. I intend by it only to say that your understanding of the Constitution is very different from mine; and I will say to you what, but for my rudeness, I should not have said, that I believe you to be honest. But an understanding of the Constitution different from mine I cannot overlook, because the Constitution, to be worth anything, must be held sacred, and rigidly observed in all its provisions. The man who wields power and misinterprets it is the more dangerous the more honest he is."

"I admit the truth of all you say, but there must be some mistake about it, for I do not remember that I gave any vote last winter upon any constitutional question."

"No, Colonel, there’s no mistake. Though I live here in the backwoods and seldom go from home, I take the papers from Washington and read very carefully all the proceedings of Congress. My papers say that last winter you voted for a bill to appropriate $20,000 to some sufferers by a fire in Georgetown. Is that true?"

"Certainly it is, and I thought that was the last vote which anybody in the world would have found fault with."

"Well, Colonel, where do you find in the Constitution any authority to give away the public money in charity?"

Here was another sockdolager; for, when I began to think about it, I could not remember a thing in the Constitution that authorized it. I found I must take another tack, so I said:

"Well, my friend; I may as well own up. You have got me there. But certainly nobody will complain that a great and rich country like ours should give the insignificant sum of $20,000 to relieve its suffering women and children, particularly with a full and overflowing Treasury, and I am sure, if you had been there, you would have done just as I did."

"It is not the amount, Colonel, that I complain of; it is the principle. In the first place, the government ought to have in the Treasury no more than enough for its legitimate purposes. But that has nothing to do with the question. The power of collecting and disbursing money at pleasure is the most dangerous power that can be entrusted to man, particularly under our system of collecting revenue by a tariff, which reaches every man in the country, no matter how poor he may be, and the poorer he is the more he pays in proportion to his means. What is worse, it presses upon him without his knowledge where the weight centers, for there is not a man in the United States who can ever guess how much he pays to the government.

So you see, that while you are contributing to relieve one, you are drawing it from thousands who are even worse off than he. If you had the right to give anything, the amount was simply a matter of discretion with you, and you had as much right to give $20,000,000 as $20,000. If you have the right to give to one, you have the right to give to all; and, as the Constitution neither defines charity nor stipulates the amount, you are at liberty to give to any and everything which you may believe, or profess to believe, is a charity, and to any amount you may think proper. You will very easily perceive what a wide door this would open for fraud and corruption and favoritism, on the one hand, and for robbing the people on the other.

No, Colonel, Congress has no right to give charity. Individual members may give as much of their own money as they please, but they have no right to touch a dollar of the public money for that purpose. If twice as many houses had been burned in this county as in Georgetown, neither you nor any other member of Congress would have thought of appropriating a dollar for our relief. There are about two hundred and forty members of Congress. If they had shown their sympathy for the sufferers by contributing each one week’s pay, it would have made over $13,000. There are plenty of wealthy men in and around Washington who could have given $20,000 without depriving themselves of even a luxury of life. The Congressmen chose to keep their own money, which, if reports be true, some of them spend not very creditably; and the people about Washington, no doubt, applauded you for relieving them from the necessity of giving by giving what was not yours to give.

The people have delegated to Congress, by the Constitution, the power to do certain things. To do these, it is authorized to collect and pay moneys, and for nothing else. Everything beyond this is usurpation, and a violation of the Constitution."

I have given you an imperfect account of what he said. Long before he was through, I was convinced that I had done wrong. He wound up by saying:

"So you see, Colonel, you have violated the Constitution in what I consider a vital point. It is a precedent fraught with danger to the country, for when Congress once begins to stretch its power beyond the limits of the Constitution, there is no limit to it, and no security for the people. I have no doubt you acted honestly, but that does not make it any better, except as far as you are personally concerned, and you see that I cannot vote for you."

I tell you I felt streaked. I saw if I should have opposition, and this man should go talking, he would set others to talking, and in that district I was a gone fawn-skin. I could not answer him, and the fact is, I did not want to. But I must satisfy him, and I said to him:

"Well, my friend, you hit the nail upon the head when you said I had not sense enough to understand the Constitution. I intended to be guided by it, and thought I had studied it full. I have heard many speeches in Congress about the powers of Congress, but what you have said there at your plow has got more hard, sound sense in it than all the fine speeches I ever heard. If I had ever taken the view of it that you have, I would have put my head into the fire before I would have given that vote; and if you will forgive me and vote for me again, if I ever vote for another unconstitutional law I wish I may be shot."

He laughingly replied:

"Yes, Colonel, you have sworn to that once before, but I will trust you again upon one condition. You say that you are convinced that your vote was wrong. Your acknowledgment of it will do more good than beating you for it. If, as you go around the district, you will tell people about this vote, and that you are satisfied it was wrong, I will not only vote for you, but will do what I can to keep down opposition, and, perhaps, I may exert some little influence in that way."

"If I don’t," said I, "I wish I may be shot; and to convince you that I am in earnest in what I say, I will come back this way in a week or ten days, and if you will get up a gathering of the people, I will make a speech to them. Get up a barbecue, and I will pay for it."

"No, Colonel, we are not rich people in this section, but we have plenty of provisions to contribute for a barbecue, and some to spare for those who have none. The push of crops will be over in a few days, and we can then afford a day for a barbecue. This is Thursday; I will see to getting it up on Saturday a week. Come to my house on Friday, and we will go together, and I promise you a very respectable crowd to see and hear you."

"Well, I will be here. But one thing more before I say good-bye… I must know your name."

"My name is Bunce."

"Not Horatio Bunce?"

"Yes."

"Well, Mr. Bunce, I never saw you before, though you say you have seen me; but I know you very well. I am glad I have met you, and very proud that I may hope to have you for my friend. You must let me shake your hand before I go."

We shook hands and parted.



It was one of the luckiest hits of my life that I met him. He mingled but little with the public, but was widely known for his remarkable intelligence and incorruptible integrity, and for a heart brimful and running over with kindness and benevolence, which showed themselves not only in words but in acts. He was the oracle of the whole country around him, and his fame had extended far beyond the circle of his immediate acquaintance. Though I had never met him before, I had heard much of him, and but for this meeting it is very likely I should have had opposition, and had been beaten. One thing is very certain, no man could now stand up in that district under such a vote.

At the appointed time I was at his house, having told our conversation to every crowd I had met, and to every man I stayed all night with, and I found that it gave the people an interest and a confidence in me stronger than I had ever seen manifested before.

Though I was considerably fatigued when I reached his house, and, under ordinary circumstances, should have gone early to bed, I kept him up until midnight, talking about the principles and affairs of government, and got more real, true knowledge of them than I had got all my life before.

I have told you Mr. Bunce converted me politically. He came nearer converting me religiously than I had ever been before. He did not make a very good Christian of me, as you know; but he has wrought upon my mind a conviction of the truth of Christianity, and upon my feelings a reverence for its purifying and elevating power such as I had never felt before.

I have known and seen much of him since, for I respect him—no, that is not the word—I reverence and love him more than any living man, and I go to see him two or three times every year; and I will tell you, sir, if everyone who professes to be a Christian lived and acted and enjoyed it as he does, the religion of Christ would take the world by storm.

But to return to my story: The next morning we went to the barbecue, and, to my surprise, found about a thousand men there. I met a good many whom I had not known before, and they and my friend introduced me around until I had got pretty well acquainted—at least, they all knew me.

In due time notice was given that I would speak to them. They gathered around a stand that had been erected. I opened my speech by saying:

"Fellow citizens—I present myself before you today feeling like a new man. My eyes have lately been opened to truths which ignorance or prejudice, or both, had heretofore hidden from my view. I feel that I can today offer you the ability to render you more valuable service than I have ever been able to render before. I am here today more for the purpose of acknowledging my error than to seek your votes. That I should make this acknowledgment is due to myself as well as to you. Whether you will vote for me is a matter for your consideration only."

I went on to tell them about the fire and my vote for the appropriation as I have told it to you, and then told them why I was satisfied it was wrong. I closed by saying:

"And now, fellow citizens, it remains only for me to tell you that the most of the speech you have listened to with so much interest was simply a repetition of the arguments by which your neighbor, Mr. Bunce, convinced me of my error.

"It is the best speech I ever made in my life, but he is entitled to the credit of it. And now I hope he is satisfied with his convert and that he will get up here and tell you so."

He came upon the stand and said:

"Fellow citizens—It affords me great pleasure to comply with the request of Colonel Crockett. I have always considered him a thoroughly honest man, and I am satisfied that he will faithfully perform all that he has promised you today."

He went down, and there went up from the crowd such a shout for Davy Crockett as his name never called forth before.

I am not much given to tears, but I was taken with a choking then and felt some big drops rolling down my cheeks. And I tell you now that the remembrance of those few words spoken by such a man, and the honest, hearty shout they produced, is worth more to me than all the honors I have received and all the reputation I have ever made, or ever shall make, as a member of Congress.

"NOW, SIR," concluded Crockett, "you know why I made that speech yesterday. I have had several thousand copies of it printed and was directing them to my constituents when you came in.

"There is one thing now to which I will call your attention. You remember that I proposed to give a week’s pay. There are in that House many very wealthy men—men who think nothing of spending a week’s pay, or a dozen of them for a dinner or a wine party when they have something to accomplish by it. Some of those same men made beautiful speeches upon the great debt of gratitude which the country owed the deceased—a debt which could not be paid by money, particularly so insignificant a sum as $10,000, when weighed against the honor of the nation. Yet not one of them responded to my proposition. Money with them is nothing but trash when it is to come out of the people. But it is the one great thing for which most of them are striving, and many of them sacrifice honor, integrity, and justice to obtain it."

Howard Beale in the 1976 movie Network said, "I want you to get mad!"  I don’t want you to protest or riot.I don't want you to write to your congressman. I don’t know what to do about the depression, the inflation and the crime. All I know is that first you’ve got to get mad. So... I want you to get up now. I want all of you to get up out of your chairs. I want you to get up right now and go to the window, open it and stick your head out and yell "I’m as mad as hell and I’m not going to take this any more!" If you are not mad at what is going on in America under Obama You aren't paying attention. Wake up America and let that anger motivate you in a good way to do something about what is going on in Washington DC. if you aren't registered to vote go to the courthouse and get it done. it is simple quick and painless. Then vote out all of the good old boy incumbents. Take a look at www.goooh.com it is pronounced go and see if you don't think they have the right idea.




The Biggest news is that there is still hope for our country. It isn't too late to vote out the whole lot of those in Congress, who have turned Washington DC into a den of thieves. It is less than 4 months away now that we can thank President Obama appropriately, as he so richly deserves. We can turn the United States of America (50 not 57) back into the U.S. A. and reject the Obama plan to socialize everything and increase the size and scope of government and reject the U.S.S.A . United Socialist States of America. And pay attention closely the next few days because the house is going to try and pass a bill making Puerto Rico the 51st state which would give liberals 2 more senators and get us one state closer to the 57 Obama misspoke of.  Did we call this one or what?


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By Josh Reed

An old rancher went into the doctors office and during the course of the visit, the conversation eventually turned to politics.

When the doctor asked the old rancher what he thought about the current President, the old rancher quipped, 'Well, ya know, I think that Obama guy is a 'Post Turtle.''

Not being familiar with the term, the doctor asked him what a 'post turtle' was.

The old rancher said, "When you're driving down a country road and you come across a fence post with a turtle balanced on top, that's what we call a 'post turtle.'"

The old rancher saw the puzzled look on the doctor's face so he continued to explain.

"Well you know he didn't get up there by himself, he certainly doesn't belong up there, he doesn't
know what to do while he's up there and you just can't help but wonder what kind of idiot put him up there to begin with."





From the Desk of:
Steve Elliott, Grassfire Nation

4/26/2010

I saw a signpost marking the "tipping point" of
America's decline. See below. --Steve

Mark,

When I first heard about it on the Rush Limbaugh show, the
full ramifications of what just happened in Springfield,
Illinois, didn't sink in. But now, I'm convinced it was a
sign of the tipping point that could mark the irreversible
decline of our nation.

Here's the headline from the Chicago Tribune...

"Thousands Rally At Illinois Capitol --
For A Tax Increase"

Fifteen-thousand people -- mostly teachers and state union
workers -- rallied at the Illinois Capitol and chanted...

"Raise My Taxes!"

A similar scenario is taking place in New Jersey, where
Governor Christie is calling for a one-year pay freeze on
teachers to help meet the budget shortfall. The New Jersey
Education Association is on the attack, claiming that
Christie's proposal will hurt "the children." They are
even blasting Christie for having his children in private
schools, saying he "doesn't have a personal stake" in
the debate.

The message? It's immoral to even hold the line on government
spending. Government programs and government pay are sacred
cows. And as a result, people head to the streets and chant,
"Raise My Taxes!"

Why is this a sign of the tipping point?

Because these events are supported by disturbing data...

+More than half of all Americans now make their
living off the government or in an industry
controlled by the government.

+Only 47% of Americans actually pay income tax

+Including benefits, federal government workers
make $38,000 (or 55%) more than their private
sector counterparts in comparable jobs. Add in
retirement benefits and those numbers skyrocket.
For example, one 49-year-old New Jersey state
government retiree will receive $3.8 million
in pension and retirement health benefits on
a $124,000 investment -- a 3,000-percent
return on investment!

The tipping point happens as more voters earn their living
off the government rather than free of the government. When
this happens, government-dependent people who have an
incentive to INCREASE government and INCREASE taxes will
never vote to cut or control government.

That's why people actually are chanting "Raise My Taxes."

And that's why Rush says we're "hanging by a thread.' With
the recent takeover of healthcare and coming efforts to
expand government control of Wall Street and energy (cap
and tax), a disturbing reality is upon us...

Obama is rapidly creating a highly paid serf
class of government-dependent citizens who
will not tolerate any cuts to government
because those cuts would threaten their
over-compensated jobs and entitlement benefits!

But fortunately, there is hope.

And that hope is YOU!

+ + Taxpaying Citizens Are Taking Back Our Nation!

Take what just happened in New Jersey. As I noted earlier,
Gov. Christie is calling for a one-year pay freeze for
teachers in the state, which has raised the ire of the
Education lobby. According to the Wall Street Journal,
Gov. Christie "urged voters to reject local school budgets
in the vast majority of districts where teachers have not
agreed to a one-year pay freeze."

Voters went to the polls last week in record numbers and
rejected the school budgets in a stunning 59% of the districts!

The Journal is calling it the "New Jersey Rebellion."

+ + Three things you can do today

Here are three things you can do today to send a message
to leaders in Congress that you oppose the move to a
government-centered society:

#1 -- Call your Senators and reject the "Perma-
Bailout" Finance Reform that the Journal
says makes Obama "The New Master Of Wall
Street"

Despite Obama's doublespeak, the Dodd bill creates a new
regulatory arm of the federal government that will be
empowered with permanent bailout and takeover authority of
financial institutions -- with an unlimited bailout fund!
What's worse, all the authority switches to the feds -- no
Congressional votes needed to bail out the next "too big to
fail" institution. The Journal says "the biggest banks will
become the equivalent of utilities."

Here are your two Senators' phone numbers:

Sen. Durbin 202-224-2152 begin_of_the_skype_highlighting              202-224-2152      end_of_the_skype_highlighting

Sen. Burris 202-224-2854 begin_of_the_skype_highlighting              202-224-2854      end_of_the_skype_highlighting

#2 -- If you haven't done so already, join 52,000
citizens who have already signed the
"Stop The Spending Madness" Petition by
going here:

http://www.grassfire.net/r.asp?U=27372&CID=106&RID=23959202

#3 -- If you haven't done so already, join over
340,000 citizens who have signed the
petition opposing the "Cap and Trade"
global warming/energy tax:

http://www.grassfire.net/r.asp?U=27373&CID=106&RID=23959202

We are getting perilously close to the tipping point in our
nation -- when the majority of our citizens have become
highly compensated, government-dependent serfs who take to
the streets, chanting "Raise My Taxes!"

But what happened last week in New Jersey, and the January
"Massachusetts Miracle," remind us that we can still turn
it around.

But WE are the key.

Thanks for the stand you are taking.


Steve Elliott, Grassfire Nation


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I think this just might have been one of the people who went to Springfield with signs that read "Raise Our Taxes" These people are TSTB (Too Stupid To Breathe) and TSTL (Too Stupid To Live) They are a danger to themselves and to others and need serious help understanding that the government is the problem not the answer.


Scary Tea Party Grannies sang the Battle Hymn of the Republic and our national Anthem as Obama's SWAT team gathered yesterday (April 28th, 2010) in Quincy, Illinois. Eyewitness Michelle_Moore (Twitter) said the Secret Service told the Riot Police to "push the crowd back as far as you can, out of sight." Michelle was there & I got to speak with her live on "the mouth 1350 am" St Louis radio show this morning and she verified firsthand the accounts that have been trickling through about the event. Take a look at the pictures. These Tea Partiers are pretty scary! I think any of them could have taken Obama (B. Hussein O. not Michelle!)

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