Rev Dr Jude

Birthday Message from Leonard Peltier
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September 6, 2010

Sisters, brothers, friends and supporters,

I wish I could sit across the table from each of you right now. We’d share a meal and reflect on changes in this world over these 35 or so years. Yes, I pay attention to things on the outside (as much as possible). I know the world is in turmoil and I ache for the Native people who languish in utter poverty on reservations and in inner cities across America.

As a young man, all I wanted to do was make a positive difference in the People’s lives. I’ll turn 66 years old next week and I still want that. It’s difficult to have an impact in my current circumstances, though. That’s a constant source of frustration for me. On the outside, given the chance to roll up my sleeves once again, I suspect I’d still be somewhat frustrated. All that must be done is more than any one person can accomplish. I’d still like the opportunity to do my part.

Thinking back to those days on Pine Ridge, what I remember is the funerals. There were so many funerals… So many families lost loved ones.

There was a powerful force at work on the reservation back then, one with a single purpose—to stamp out the last resistance of the Lakota people.

We (the Oglala traditionals and members of the American Indian Movement) stood up because we were trying to defend our People. It was the right thing to do. We had—have—the right to survive.

The land was being stolen, too… used for mining mostly. No thought was given to the disposal of toxic waste. The rivers were full of poisons. Not much has changed, I hear.

In those days, though, the reservation was torn apart by a tribal dispute and the federal government armed one group against another. The result was a long line of tragedies for the People of Pine Ridge… and for the People who were there that day in June 1975.

I honestly understand the pain and anguish suffered by all concerned and I have been part of that suffering.

I have watched people lie on the witness stand countless times and felt the doors closing on me.

I have heard judges admonish prosecutors for allowing false evidence in and, in some cases, for participating in the falsification itself.

The government hid evidence, too.

Or manufactured it. Literally.

The courts say none of this is even in dispute anymore. So I wonder, if the American standard of justice is still “beyond a reasonable doubt,” why am I still here?

Some people have had their convictions overturned because of one constitutional violation. The number of constitutional violations in my case is staggering. Yet, I continue to wait here for the same justice to be applied for me.

I hope that someday someone can put it all on the table and show the enormity of the railroading I have been victimized by.

Last year, as you know, my parole was denied. That was a disappointment, but I am not defeated. My fight for freedom—for my People and myself—is not over. I am a pipe carrier and a Sundancer. Abandoning The Struggle is not—never will be—a consideration.

I am an Indian man and proud of it. I love my People and culture and spiritual beliefs. My enemies like to suggest otherwise and seek to rob me of all dignity. They won’t succeed.

When I look back over all the years, I remember all the good people who have stood up for me, for a day or a decade. Of course, many have stayed with me all along the way. I think of the hundreds of thousands of people around the world who have signed petitions for me, too… people on the poorest of reservations to the highest of political offices.

As we have learned over these many years, my freedom won’t come quickly or easily. To succeed, the coming battle will have to be hard fought. Please continue to help my Committee and legal team as you have always done. Your support is more important now than ever before. When freedom comes, it will be due in no small part to the actions you take on my behalf.

Again, thank you for remembering me. You can’t know the comfort you bring to an innocent man locked away from the world for so very long.


Leonard Peltier
US Penitentiary
PO Box 1000
Lewisburg, PA 17837


Launched into cyberspace by the
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Remembering 9/11
September 13, 2010, 4:02 pm
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Thank you, Kil Ja Kim, for this posting today. (Info on donations in Marilyn’s memory is at

Marilyn Buck

September 11, 2001 before morning-slow I move Julan hollers come come see the world trade center’s exploding she’s not serious no one would make that up would they? maybe live on TV video mantra replay: plane crash replay: collapse slow motion, dying morning no, not a made-for-TV movie not a disaster film not Hollywood special effects one tower falls the other follows do chickens come home to roost? enormity crashes dazed disbelief (chickens won’t roost here again pigeons either) I, a political prisoner, can conceive why but
comprehension is not complicity I look around me I know nothing I know too much there is no answer in death nor in dying I know soon others will die dark smoke spreads cinders of wrath rise the eagle’s talons spread hungry for revenge (eyes locked on the shocking scene a Muslim sister whispers they will blame the Muslims) I know many will feed the eagle the Palestinians? (Palestinians are always suspect: they suffer) Muslims? Arabs? many will die red upon the land I can’t comprehend men who commit suicide taking civilians with them (a u.s. postal worker Columbine high school boys a man at McDonald’s all-American suicide killers) civilians used as
warheads I shudder and walk away from death to my cell Bich Kim runs in if there’s a world war three they will shoot all the prisoners, won’t they? I shake my head I don’t think so but you, political prisoners like you, won’t they? I hope not (question marks the corners of my mouth: what do I know about the fine print) I turn to sweep the floor find rythms of the ordinaryThe Order: 9:00 AM PDT a tap I turn a guard come with me I won’t return today I stand before the captain we must lock you up for your own safety (not for my safety) you’re intelligent you know why I speculate, no not for my safety you must be locked
up just for your safety I am stripped naked ID card confiscated everything taken I need my glasses! keep the glasses I keep a neutral face handcuffed behind the back clad in bile yellow for isolation and flip-flops I keep outrage wrapped within my fists I swallow anger metal clangs swallow sound the concrete cocoon swallows meThe “SHU”: Special Housing Unit “there was an old woman she lived in a shoe” what did she do? 9/11 no prisoner may speak to you you may not speak to any prisoner 9/12 overheard voices there are terrorists here who are the terrorists? silence, everyone behind her door listens 9/14 a legal call small relief: it’s political — Washington —
not something i did 9/17 no more calls no visits no mail until further notice incommunicado i hang from a winding string winding in this cocoon i breathe deep the air isn’t good here (from outside the walls Susan yells you are not alone) i breathe deeper Sunday i get a radio: KPFA lifeline Sikhs dead, detainees disappeared political prisoners buried deeper incommunicado i remember another September 11: Chile ’73 more than 3,000 dead tortured assassinated disappeared a CIA-supported coup (the WTC bombers not-yet-born) many people there still mourn let us mourn all the dead and the soon-to-die i worry about the prisoners isolation sucks at the spirit i am
furious: inferred association held hostage in place of men with u.s. weapons and CIA training an infernal joke the puppet masters laugh i laugh to stay sane before i explode in irony’s flames we are hostages to blood-thirsty oil men ready to splatter deserts with daisy-cutters their collateral damage dead mothers and children dead mother earth dead daisies (hasn’t this happened before? u.s. cavalry and smallpox blankets special forces and blanket bombing) (Susan is back she taps on the wall: you are not alone) i walk around the edges how many walk on edges? what edges do the Palestinians walk? cold radiates whitewashed walls press against my edges suspend animation
no butterflies to break out no silken thread to weave sweet dreams panic rises in my throat thick white choking cold so cold i swing hope on a thread a transparent sliver it crashes against the cinderblocks i drop frozen chrysalis cold into a coffin boxNight i lay down on suspect blankets a Cyclops light pins me onto the metal cot an altar for vengeful gods metal restraints for hands and feet “just in case” the suicide cell has ghosts desperate women lain here chained four-pointed to command composure sacrificed to voyeur visions through the glass starkly through a burqa window i don’t want to think of i i meditate i think of other politicals behind wires and walls i
remember the assaulted the accidental the collaterally damaged killed, corrected, coerced i remember: the u.s. funds the fundamentalists Muslims Christians Zionists self-righteous missiles of mayhem and retribution i remember Afghani women held hostage inside indigo cocoons cells smaller than a confessional box my veil is this cellDispatches from a Political Prisoner i will put on no other except the veil of sleep the light, damn the light the Cyclops spies i toss between the tomb-thick walls how long will this go on? will my bones break into ice shards or will they desiccate stranded in this dark cocoonat last i doze till dawn the Cyclops watches clanging keys, slamming metal
traps shift change daylight creeps inside i rise: i must seek cycles inside without clocks or mirrors without all but iThe Weekend a glacier, daylight advances imperceptibly a plank of light teeters on the edge of board-faced windows travels obliquely across then it’s gone warmth fades fast the food trap opens cold eggs the color of our clothes plunk — weekend brunch i swallow in silence silence flees before sudden cacophony two women beat plastic bowls on metal doors we want rec we want rec the sun is out we want out my head is wrapped in metallic clanger bang bang bang i stay silent i bite my lip hours pass: shift change 2:00 the sun drops fast behind the wall finally: who wants recreation?
I do me too let me out first voices reach through the metal doors food traps clank handcuffs click one by one women are led to wire cages joy rings louder than the chainsi wait no guard comes i break silence you didn’t ask me disembodied denial echoes through the walls you can’t go with the others wait not my decision i will miss the sundrops”Perchance to Dream” night comes i fall exhausted into sleep i dream of Dresden Hanoi Baghdad whistles scream walls fall apart in waves Dali deserts watches tick waterdrip dream shift: swords of steel glint against the sky a swarm and puffDispatches from a Political
Prisoner dark blood drops bituminous birds bank spread-eagled free fall ashes ashes they all fall down dark flashes cherry splashes on concrete Babel towers collapse in crying heaps a curtain rises gray covers gladiators draped across the stagei wake cold-throated what time is it? my limbs locked beneath a concrete rockslide is this my tomb falling on me? my chest is piled rock-heavy bodies rise from the shallows of my breath graze my eyes and flee across the desert scape shadow prints dissipate am i awake?the Cyclops stabs my eye i must be awakei wrap a scratchy towelaround my facei escape electrified night into sightlessness a ghost voice wails what time is it? a deep male boom 1:24, go to
sleep no, turn on the radio, talk to me no! no! please no, my eyes blink inside their blind little Brueghel men dance wooden-shoe notes ruthless on my sleep sound streams woman’s babble pools beneath the door i hunker under the winding sheet does she stop talking or do i descend? i don’t remember shift change shift change guards come and go officials pass by peering into our crypt-cages taking notes, verifying our “safety”Monday, September 24 the captain appears we may release you today after 2:00 2:00 comes and goes the shift changes i wait and wonder: will other politicals be released today i wait hope is the moment’s thief don’t wait at last: Buck roll out i leap a jack-in-the-box ready ready the metal key clangs just before the
4:00 count i gasp relief and hurry through before the gates slam shut and i am left below Eurydice whom Orpheus glimpsed a moment too soon i step out a four o’clock unfolding, fuchsia in the shading light back into the routine prisoner’s plight
Marilyn Buck (December 2001)

MARILYN BUCK is a political prisoner serving an 80-year sentence in the Federal Correctional Institution at Dublin, California. She was convicted of helping Assata Shakur to escape from prison in 1979, and a series of other political actions protesting U.S. government policy. While in prison, Buck earned a B.A. with a focus in psychology, and is currently working on a Master’s degree in Poetics. Her chapbook, Rescue the Word, was published in 2001. Her poem, “Too Dark,” was awarded first place in the PEN prison writing competition. She is also the author of several articles of political analysis. “Incommunicado” and other writing by Buck appear in Joy James (ed.), Imprisoned Intellectuals.

MORE: MARILYN BUCK made her transition from this life on August 3, 2010, after being buried in the tombs of this government for over 33 years and receiving medical treatment too late for it to be effective.

5 Minute Management Course
September 10, 2010, 10:39 pm
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Lesson 1 :

A priest offered a Nun a lift.

She got in and crossed her legs, forcing her gown to reveal a leg.

The priest nearly had an accident.

After controlling the car, he stealthily slid his hand up her leg…

The nun said, ‘Father, remember Psalm 129?’

The priest removed his hand. But, changing gears, he let his hand slide up her leg again. The nun once again said, ‘Father, remember Psalm 129?’

The priest apologized ‘Sorry sister but the flesh is weak.’

Arriving at the convent, the nun sighed heavily and went on her way.

On his arrival at the church, the priest rushed to look up Psalm 129. It said, ‘Go forth and seek, further up, you will find glory.’

Moral of the story:
If you are not well informed in your job, you might miss a great opportunity.

Lesson 2 :

A sales rep, an administration clerk, and the manager are walking to lunch when they find an antique oil lamp.

They rub it and a Genie comes out. The Genie says, ‘I’ll give each of you just one wish.’

‘Me first! Me first!’ says the admin clerk.. ‘I want to be in the Bahamas , driving a speedboat, without a care in the world.’ Poof! She’s gone.

‘Me next! Me next!’ says the sales rep. ‘I want to be in Hawaii , relaxing on the beach with my personal masseuse, an endless supply of Pina Coladas, and the love of my life.’ Poof! He’s gone.

‘OK, you’re up,’ the Genie says to the manager. The manager says, ‘I want those two back in the office after lunch.’

Moral of the story:
Always let your boss have the first say.

Lesson 3

An eagle was sitting on a tree resting, doing nothing.

A small rabbit saw the eagle and asked him, ‘Can I also sit like you and do nothing?’ The eagle answered: ‘Sure, why not.’

So, the rabbit sat on the ground below the eagle and rested. All of a sudden, a fox appeared, jumped on the rabbit and ate it.

Moral of the story:
To be sitting and doing nothing, you must be sitting very, very high up.

Lesson 4

A turkey was chatting with a bull. ‘I would love to be able to get to the top of that tree’ sighed the turkey, ‘but I haven’t got the energy’

‘Well, why don’t you nibble on some of my droppings?’ replied the bull. It’s full of nutrients.’

The turkey pecked at a lump of dung, and found it actually gave him enough strength to reach the lowest branch of the tree.

The next day, after eating some more dung, he reached the second branch..

Finally after a fourth night, the turkey was proudly perched at the top of the tree.

He was promptly spotted by a farmer, who shot him out of the tree.

Moral of the story:
Bull Shit might get you to the top, but it won’t keep you there…

Lesson 5

A little bird was flying south for the winter. It was so cold the bird froze and fell to the ground into a large field.

While he was lying there, a cow came by and dropped some dung on him.

As the frozen bird lay there in the pile of cow dung, he began to realize how warm he was.

The dung was actually thawing him out!

He lay there all warm and happy, and soon began to sing for joy. A passing cat heard the bird singing and came to investigate.

Following the sound, the cat discovered the bird under the pile of cow dung, and promptly dug him out and ate him.

Moral of the story:
(1) Not everyone who shits on you is your enemy.

(2) Not everyone who gets you out of shit is your friend.

(3) And when you’re in deep shit, it’s best to keep your mouth shut!

A Call for Religious Tolerance!
September 10, 2010, 4:36 pm
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Sept. 10, 2010

Dear Jude,

As we mark the anniversary of the 9/11 tragedy and remember its victims, the signs of a renewed backlash against the Muslim population are everywhere.

In New York, a cab driver was stabbed and slashed after a passenger asked if he were Muslim. Also, a man urinated on prayer rugs at a mosque while shouting anti-Muslim slurs.

In Jacksonville, Fla., a pipe bomb exploded in an Islamic center occupied by 60 worshippers.

In Tennessee, an arsonist torched construction equipment at the site of a planned mosque.

These apparent hate crimes, and others, have come amid an ugly debate over whether an Islamic center should be built near Ground Zero. Unfortunately, reasoned dialogue has been drowned out by incendiary denunciations of Islam itself, creating a dangerous situation for millions of Muslims in the United States and, as General David Petraeus has pointed out, for U.S. troops overseas.

Although most recognize that any religious group has the right to build a place of worship at a place of its choosing, some — Newt Gingrich among them — actually contend that Muslims should not be allowed to build the Islamic center near the site of the 9/11 attacks in New York. Many more pay lip service to religious freedom but condemn its exercise in such vitriolic terms as to create an atmosphere where violence is all but inevitable.

With all the constant vilification, one has to wonder about the peace of mind of the hundreds of thousands of Muslim children — American children — in our nation’s schools. As they hear their religion condemned and their patriotism questioned, they surely are experiencing an increasing sense of isolation and fear. They must wonder whether their classmates are turning against them. They must wonder whether they and their families will be safe in their own communities.

For this reason, our Teaching Tolerance program is urging educators to commemorate 9/11 by using this opportunity to help students overcome misconceptions about Islam, confront stereotypes and deepen their understanding of different religious beliefs. We’re offering lesson plans for every grade level to address these issues.

It’s important that we not only think about the impact of our words on our country’s children but that we also engage them in a dialogue so that they can lead the way toward a more respectful society.

In the days following 9/11, President George W. Bush delivered a speech to Congress in which he defined the terrorists who attacked us as radical extremists who reject the peaceful teachings of Islam. He punctuated his speech with calls for religious tolerance. “No one should be singled out for unfair treatment or unkind words because of their ethnic background or religious faith,” the president told the nation.

It’s a reminder, not just for our nation’s school children, but for all Americans.

So Important – Worth Repeating!

A Joke for every day of the week!
September 9, 2010, 5:56 pm
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The mother of a 17-year-old girl was concerned that her daughter was having sex..
Worried the girl might become pregnant and adversely impact the family’s status, she consulted the family doctor.
The doctor told her that teenagers today were very willful and any attempt to stop the girl would probably result in rebellion. He then told her to arrange for her daughter to be put on birth control and until then, talk to her and give her a box of condoms.
Later that evening, as her daughter was preparing for a date, the mother told her about the situation and handed her a box of condoms.

The girl burst out laughing and reached over to hug her mother, saying,
‘Oh Mom! You don’t have to worry about that! I’m dating Susan!’


A man went to church one day and afterward he stopped to shake the preacher’s hand. He said, ‘Preacher, I’ll tell you, that was a damned fine sermon. Damned good!’
The preacher said, ‘Thank you sir, but I’d rather you didn’t use profanity.’
The man said, ‘I was so damned impressed with that sermon I put five thousand dollars in the offering plate!’

The preacher said, ‘No shit?’


Brenda and Steve took their six-year-old son to the doctor.
With some hesitation, they explained that although their little angel appeared to be in good health, they were concerned about his rather small penis.
After examining the child, the doctor confidently declared, ‘Just feed him pancakes. That should solve the problem.’
The next morning when the boy arrived at breakfast, there was a large stack of warm pancakes in the middle of the table.
‘Gee, Mom,’ he exclaimed. ‘For me?’

‘Just take two,’ Brenda replied. ‘The rest are for your father.’


One night, an 87-year-old woman came home from Bingo to find her 92-year-old husband in bed with another woman.. She became violent and ended up pushing him off the balcony of their 20th floor apartment, killing him instantly. Brought before the court, on the charge of murder, she was asked if she had anything to say in her own defense.

‘Your Honor,’ she began coolly, ‘I figured that at 92, if he could screw, he could fly.’


A Doctor was addressing a large audience in Tampa . ‘The material we put into our stomachs is enough to have killed most of us sitting here, years ago.. Red meat is awful. Soft drinks corrode your stomach lining. Chinese food is loaded with MSG. High fat diets can be disastrous, and none of us realizes the long-term harm caused by the germs in our drinking water. However, there is one thing that is the most dangerous of all and we all have eaten, or will eat it. Can anyone here tell me what food it is that causes the most grief and suffering for years after eating it?’

After several seconds of quiet, a 75-year-old man in the front row raised his hand, and softly said, ‘Wedding Cake.’


Bob, a 70-year-old, extremely wealthy widower, shows up at the Country Club with a breathtakingly beautiful and very sexy 25-year-old tall, tan and terrific “hoochie-mamma” who knocks everyone’s socks off with her youthful sex appeal and charm and who hangs over Bob’s arm and listens intently to his every word. His buddies at the club are all aghast. At the very first chance, they corner him and ask, ‘Bob, how’d you get the trophy girlfriend?’ Bob replies, ‘Girlfriend? She’s my wife!’ They are knocked over, but continue to ask. ‘So, how’d you persuade her to marry you?’ ‘I lied about my age’, Bob replies. ‘What, did you tell her you were only 50?’

Bob smiles and says, ‘No, I told her I was 90.’


Groups of Americans were traveling by tour bus through Holland .. As they stopped at a cheese farm, a young guide led them through the process of cheese making, explaining that goat’s milk was used. She showed the group a lovely hillside where many goats were grazing. ‘These’ she explained, ‘Are the older goats put out to pasture when they no longer produce.’ She then asked, ‘What do you do in America with your old goats?’

A spry old gentleman answered, ‘They send us on bus tours!

September 9, 2010, 5:45 pm
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1. I think part of a best friend’s job should be to immediately clear
your computer history if you die.

2. Nothing sucks more than that moment during an argument when you
realize you’re wrong.

3. I totally take back all those times I didn’t want to nap when I was younger.

4. There is great need for a sarcasm font.

5. How the hell are you supposed to fold a fitted sheet?

6. Was learning cursive really necessary?

7. Map Quest really needs to start their directions on #5. I’m pretty
sure I know how to get out of my neighborhood.

8. Obituaries would be a lot more interesting if they told you how the
person died.

9. I can’t remember the last time I wasn’t at least kind of tired.

10. Bad decisions make good stories.

11. You never know when it will strike, but there comes
a moment at work when you know that you just aren’t going to do
anything productive for the rest of the day.

12. Can we all just agree to ignore whatever comes after Blue Ray? I
don’t want to have to restart my collection… again.

13. I’m always slightly terrified when I exit out of Word and it asks
me if I want to save any changes to my ten-page research paper that I
swear I did not make any changes to.

14. “Do not machine wash or tumble dry” means I will never wash this – ever.

15. I hate when I just miss a call by the last ring (Hello? Hello?
Damn it!), but when I immediately call back, it rings nine times and
goes to voicemail. What did you do after I didn’t answer? Drop the
phone and run away?

16. I hate leaving my house confident and looking good and then not
seeing anyone of importance the entire day. What a waste.

17. I keep some people’s phone numbers in my phone just so I know not
to answer when they call.

18. I think the freezer deserves a light as well.

19. I disagree with Kay Jewelers. I would bet on any given Friday or
Saturday night more kisses begin with Miller Lite than Kay.

20. I wish Google Maps had an “Avoid Ghetto” routing option.

21. Sometimes, I’ll watch a movie that I watched when I was younger and
suddenly realize I had no idea what the heck was going on when I first
saw it.

22. I would rather try to carry 10 plastic grocery bags in each hand
than take 2 trips to bring my groceries in.

23. The only time I look forward to a red light is when I’m trying to
finish a text.

24. I have a hard time deciphering the fine line between boredom and hunger.

25. How many times is it appropriate to say “What?” before you just
nod and smile because you still didn’t hear or understand a word they

26. I love the sense of camaraderie when an entire line of cars team
up to prevent an ass from cutting in at the front. Stay strong,
brothers and

27. Shirts get dirty. Underwear gets dirty. Pants? Pants never get
dirty, and you can wear them forever.

28. Is it just me or do high school kids get dumber & dumber every year?

29. There’s no worse feeling than that millisecond you’re sure you are
going to die after leaning your chair back a little too far.

30. Sometimes I’ll look down at my watch 3 consecutive times and still
not know what time it is.

31. Even under ideal conditions people have trouble locating their car
keys in a pocket, finding their cell phone, and Pinning the Tail on
the Donkey – but I’d bet my behind everyone can find and push the
snooze button from 3 feet away, in about 1.7 seconds, eyes closed,
first time, every time!

Ten Thoughts to Ponder
September 9, 2010, 4:35 pm
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Number 10 Life is sexually transmitted.

Number 9 Good health is merely the slowest possible rate at which one can die.

Number 8 Men have two emotions: Hungry and Horny. If you see him without an erection, make him a sandwich .

Number 7 Give a person a fish and you feed them for a day. Teach a person to use the Internet and they won’t bother you for weeks.

Number 6 Some people are like a Slinky–not really good for anything, but you still can’t help but smile when you shove them down the stairs.

Number 5 Health nuts are going to feel stupid someday, lying in hospitals, dying of nothing.

Number 4 All of us could take a lesson from the weather. It pays no attention to criticism.

Number 3 Why does a slight tax increase cost you $800.00, and a substantial tax cut saves you $30.00?

Number 2 In the 60’s, people took acid to make the world weird. Now the world is weird and people take Prozac to make it normal.

And The Number 1 Thought Life is like a jar of Jalapeno peppers–what you do today, might burn your ass tomorrow.

– – – and as someone recently said to me: “Don’t worry about old age–it doesn’t last long.”

History’s top 10 times for appropriate use of the F-word:
September 9, 2010, 4:33 pm
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10th – “Scattered f***ing showers, my ass!” – Noah, 4314 BC

9th – “How the f*** did you work that out?” – Pythagoras, 126 BC

8th – “You want WHAT on the f***ing ceiling?” -Michelangelo, 1566

7th – “Where did all those f***ing Indians come from?” -Custer, 1877

6th – “It does so f***ing look like her!” – Picasso, 1926

5th – “Where the f*** are we?” Amelia Earhart, 1937

4th – “Any f***ing idiot could understand that.” – Einstein, 1938

3rd – “What the f*** was that?” – Mayor Of Hiroshima , 1945

2nd – “I need this parade like I need a f***ing hole in the head!” – JFK, 1963

AND … drum roll please ..

The Number 1 most appropriate time for using the “F” word …..

“Aw c’mon. Who the f*** is gonna find out?” – Tiger Woods, 2009

545 PEOPLE–By Charlie Reese
September 7, 2010, 11:54 am
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Politicians are the only people in the world who create problems and then campaign against them..

Have you ever wondered, if both the Democrats and the Republicans are against deficits, WHY do we have deficits?

Have you ever wondered, if all the politicians are against inflation and high taxes, WHY do we have inflation and high taxes?

You and I don’t propose a federal budget. The president does.

You and I don’t have the Constitutional authority to vote on appropriations. The House of Representatives does.

You and I don’t write the tax code, Congress does.

You and I don’t set fiscal policy, Congress does.

You and I don’t control monetary policy, the Federal Reserve Bank does.

One hundred senators, 435 congressmen, one president, and nine Supreme Court justices equates to 545 human beings out of the 300 million are directly, legally, morally, and individually responsible for the domestic problems that plague this country.

I excluded the members of the Federal Reserve Board because that problem was created by the Congress. In 1913, Congress delegated its Constitutional duty to provide a sound currency to a federally chartered, but private, central bank.

I excluded all the special interests and lobbyists for a sound reason. They have no legal authority. They have no ability to coerce a senator, a congressman, or a president to do one cotton-picking thing. I don’t care if they offer a politician $1 million dollars in cash. The politician has the power to accept or reject it. No matter what the lobbyist promises, it is the legislator’s responsibility to determine how he votes.

Those 545 human beings spend much of their energy convincing you that what they did is not their fault. They cooperate in this common con regardless of party.

What separates a politician from a normal human being is an excessive amount of gall. No normal human being would have the gall of a Speaker, who stood up and criticized the President for creating deficits….. The president can only propose a budget. He cannot force the Congress to accept it.

The Constitution, which is the supreme law of the land, gives sole responsibility to the House of Representatives for originating and approving appropriations and taxes. Who is the speaker of the House? Nancy Pelosi. She is the leader of the majority party. She and fellow House members, not the president, can approve any budget they want. If the president vetoes it, they can pass it over his veto if they agree to.

It seems inconceivable to me that a nation of 300 million can not replace 545 people who stand convicted — by present facts — of incompetence and irresponsibility. I can’t think of a single domestic problem that is not traceable directly to those 545 people. When you fully grasp the plain truth that 545 people exercise the power of the federal government, then it must follow that what exists is what they want to exist.

If the tax code is unfair, it’s because they want it unfair.

If the budget is in the red, it’s because they want it in the red …

If the Army & Marines are in IRAQ , it’s because they want them in IRAQ

If they do not receive social security but are on an elite retirement plan not available to the people, it’s because they want it that way.

There are no insoluble government problems.

Do not let these 545 people shift the blame to bureaucrats, whom they hire and whose jobs they can abolish; to lobbyists, whose gifts and advice they can reject; to regulators, to whom they give the power to regulate and from whom they can take this power. Above all, do not let them con you into the belief that there exists disembodied mystical forces like “the economy,” “inflation,” or “politics” that prevent them from doing what they take an oath to do.

Those 545 people, and they alone, are responsible.

They, and they alone, have the power..

They, and they alone, should be held accountable by the people who are their bosses.

Provided the voters have the gumption to manage their own employees..

We should vote all of them out of office and clean up their mess!

Charlie Reese is a former columnist of the Orlando Sentinel Newspaper.

What you do with this article now that you have read it…….. Is up to you.
This might be funny if it weren’t so darned true.
Be sure to read all the way to the end:
Tax his land,
Tax his bed,
Tax the table,
At which he’s fed.

Tax his tractor,
Tax his mule,
Teach him taxes
Are the rule.
Tax his work,
Tax his pay,
He works for peanuts

Tax his cow,
Tax his goat,
Tax his pants,
Tax his coat.

Tax his ties,
Tax his shirt,
Tax his work,
Tax his dirt.

Tax his tobacco,
Tax his drink,
Tax him if he
Tries to think..

Tax his cigars,
Tax his beers,
If he cries
Tax his tears.

Tax his car,
Tax his gas,
Find other ways
To tax his assets.

Tax all he has
Then let him know
That you won’t be done
Till he has no dough.

When he screams and hollers;
Then tax him some more,
Tax him till
He’s good and sore.
Then tax his coffin,
Tax his grave,
Tax the sod in
Which he’s laid…

Put these words
Upon his tomb,
Taxes drove me
to my doom…’

When he’s gone,
Do not relax,
Its time to apply
The inheritance tax..
Accounts Receivable Tax
Building Permit Tax
CDL license Tax
Cigarette Tax
Corporate Income Tax
Dog License Tax
Excise Taxes
Federal Income Tax
Federal Unemployment Tax (FUTA)
Fishing License Tax
Food License Tax
Fuel Permit Tax
Gasoline Tax (currently 44.75 cents per gallon)
Gross Receipts Tax
Hunting License Tax
Inheritance Tax
Inventory Tax
IRS Interest Charges IRS Penalties (tax on top of tax)
Liquor Tax
Luxury Taxes
Marriage License Tax
Medicare Tax
Personal Property Tax
Property Tax
Real Estate Tax
Service Charge Tax
Social Security Tax
Road Usage Tax
Recreational Vehicle Tax
Sales Tax
School Tax
State Income Tax
State Unemployment Tax (SUTA)
Telephone Federal Excise Tax
Telephone Federal Universal Service Fee Tax
Telephone Federal, State and Local Surcharge Taxes
Telephone Minimum Usage Surcharge Tax
Telephone Recurring and Nonrecurring Charges Tax
Telephone State and Local Tax
Telephone Usage Charge Tax
Utility Taxes
Vehicle License Registration Tax
Vehicle Sales Tax
Watercraft Registration Tax
Well Permit Tax
Workers Compensation Tax
STILL THINK THIS IS FUNNY? Not one of these taxes existed 100 years ago, & our nation was the most prosperous in the world. We had absolutely no national debt, had the largest middle class in the world, and Mom stayed home to raise the kids.

What in the world happened? Can you spell ‘politicians?’

I hope this goes around THE USA at least 100 times!!! YOU can help it get there!!!