A man in Salt Lake City stopped a stabbing spree with his concealed weapon. Hasn’t received much media attention though. The airstream media hasn’t covered it since it doesn’t follow their agenda to eliminate as many liberties as possible. The Democrats can’t stand it because there isn’t enough violence to raise funds off of.
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The King and Pie
The allure of the American dream is the driving force to what makes and keeps this nation great. Through the ups and downs of our history, the drive of those wishing to carve out there own piece of the proverbial pie has given the United States an resiliency to rebound through every crisis that has come its way. The hope and dream of one day living in comfort and wealth, supported by the fruits your own hard labor, is one the fundamental freedoms we hold dear; that slice of pie that tastes oh, so sweeter when it is baked with the recipe of your own design and ingenuity for your own loved ones to enjoy through the generations.
What seems like traditional common sense to us, is surprisingly offensive to many who hold public office; at least it seems, if they can’t take a piece of it. The President has said that all the flavors and spices of the American entrepreneur, who have toiled to create their own recipe for success, well, we really didn’t create that or build that. All that slaving in the kitchen of hope and reality striving to create a concept and, then, the reputation to compete for wealth in the free market, was none of our doing. Somebody else did that. This President also believes that there comes a point when you’ve earned enough money and should stop? That should keep those economic engines running smoothly. What would possess a man to say something so stupid and so loose from reality? The President is a man who has never done anything that has not been funded by public tax dollars. He has never earned his own way, baked his own pie. So he assumes this is the way it is done. And this is our President….
One of the President’s greatest supporters, Angus King, has also earned his own wealth off the backs of taxpayers. It seems, for Maine’s resident King, the pie tastes sweeter baked by someone else. Government backed subsidies have been King’s slice of choice. As with Solyndra, there is no risk to the recipient of the subsidies. If the business fails the taxpayer is left holding the bag. If the business succeeds, why the King is that much richer. So Maine’s monarch has been busily blowing the tops off mountains and planting glaring white behemoth windmills in place of the trees he’s clear-cut on your tax dollars. Ah, but he is the environmentalist. He is allowing Maine taxpayers the opportunity to fund the biohazard crews, who have to cleanup all the oil draining out of these windmills. This is the epitome of big government. One government agency created to cleanup the mess of another government mandate. But the pie doesn’t look so appetizing after too many have had their fingers in it.
Angus King is one of many leftist, progressive politicians, who view the American taxpayer as an un-ending fund for their personal wealth. They don’t have to earn it. They just have to take it. Angus King is another like his ally, President Obama, who has never earned his wealth through hazards of the free market world. They have inverted the concept of our founder’s government from one that is subservient to the will of the people to one that is subservient to the will of the government. The monarchs of old would be proud of King’s exploitation of the people and their hard work. After all, we didn’t build that pie and we may just have too much of that pie. Don’t worry the King will take what he needs and we’ll be left with just the right regulated amount. Just doesn’t seem American ….does it?
All this talk of pie has made me hungry. I think I’ll grab a slice. Oh, no! It looks somebody took mine…
The King and Ice-balls
It was an olive branch, or so it seemed. Young warriors locked in a battle for supremacy; we sat feverishly forming our weaponry out of snow. Then high from the battlements of the ice castle came a call for civility and fairness from the evil tyrant we wished to depose. Well actually, the evil tyrant was my pain-in-the-butt kid brother and the high battlements were the walls to their snow-fort built on top of the mound of snow pushed up by the plow in the parking lot of a neighboring tech college. Things seem much bigger to you when you barely top four feet yourself.
We were surprised, to say the least, by my brother’s call for moderation on the eve of the impending carnage. As we halted our production of lethal projectiles, or snowballs, my brother, a.k.a., The Despot, gave his terms of war to the throngs below, who laid siege to his fortress, well, okay, myself and a couple of friends. The normally vicious and inhumane despot, a.k.a my brother, now gave a perplexing call for honor.
No more ice-balls. The despot decried their use and cited many convincing reasons. They really, really hurt when they hit you and Mom and Dad said they are too dangerous. On the subject of Mom and Dad, they had specifically said, “No, Ice-balls!” Also the despot reminded us that our little sister was watching. If she caught us throwing anything illegal, she would inform on us. Then we would face the judgment of Dad, which at that age seemed worse than the hand of God Almighty. And, besides, ice-balls really, really hurt. We should do the right thing and just not make anymore.
Unfortunately for me, I had just received the umpteenth lecture on being the older brother and providing an example to my younger siblings. So, in an effort to be mature and good examplish (today, that’s a word) I seconded the motion and we all agreed, “No more ice-balls”. So back to snowball making we went and then prepared to charge. With a cry and a hue that would have made Joshua Chamberlain proud, we charged the despot’s castle….straight into a hale of well-aimed, well-packed and extremely painful ice-balls. We beat a hasty retreat holding our head, back and unmentionables, roaring in pain. As the despot cackled in glee, we shouted back that we had all agreed not to make ice-balls. He chortled back that they hadn’t made any more; those were already there from the last battle.
Angus King, in an effort to look diplomatic and to shame his opponents into following his “example”, has sent out a call for moderation in this campaign. He has asked that the campaigns not take any more donations from SuperPacs. He has decried them as a detriment to the political process and called on his opponents to shun their influence. What he has not told his opponents is that quietly behind the battlements of his campaign, with his lucrative friends and supporters, he has built up his own “stash” of SuperPacs.
My father often admonished me as a boy that, “A word to the wise is sufficient.” Well here is my word to the wise and hopefully it is sufficient. If Governor King’s opponents are foolish enough to believe his “SuperPac diplomacy”, they will find themselves running straight into a hale of ice-balls this November, to the cackling delight of one very fiendish King.
The King and Lie
The King and Lie
“For a better guarantee of public safety, the post 9-11 world is one of constrained liberties.” This quote from Angus King, in itself, should be enough to cause every freedom-loving Maine resident to recoil in disgust from the very thought of voting for this man. It shows the foundational core of the former Governor’s thought process as it relates to the public. For all his clamor and show to promote his façade as a centrist and independent, Angus King, to be sure, is no centrist and neither is he independent. He subscribes to the same tired, liberal and leftist worldview that the public is simply the masses that need to be herded and constrained like so many cattle until they have been prodded by government into a place of “safety”. This is the same Governor who, after the Maine people had voted overwhelmingly against gay marriage, said the people had spoken and it was obvious they were in need of more “education” on the matter. As one looks through the annals of history at the different public leaders who have sought to “educate” the masses one begins to feel uncomfortable with the constraints of a “guarantee of public safety”.
With statements like these, it’s bewildering, at best, to try and understand the Governor’s appeal to so many good and grounded Maine people. What is even more surprising is the success that Mr. King has enjoyed in the Northern and Central regions of Maine, rural areas known for the demand for common sense and low tolerance for dishonesty they place on leadership. So how does a man so disdainful of personal liberty pull the proverbial wool over the eyes of so many normally shrewd and discerning individuals? It’s all in the art of lying.
A firm handshake, a direct, unwavering look in the eyes and a measured, sincere tone of voice has always been the standard of honesty. This hallmark has stood the test of the ages and has passed from generation to generation. For those of us who work with our hands and the sweat of our brow, this has been a nearly foolproof way to take stock of those you could trust and those you could not. For we all know that it is almost impossible for a dishonest man to stand in the grip of an honest man, gaze unflinching into his piercing stare and tell a lie…almost.
There are some that can and Angus King is one such man. How else could one have so many thinking he is an environmentalist and all the while blowing the tops off mountains to accommodate his windmills? How could a man convince so many that he has acquired his wealth through hard work in the private sector, when most or all of his wealth has come off the backs of hardworking Maine taxpayers through public subsidies and grants? And how could he claim to Maine people that he is true independent when he has overwhelmingly supported the Democrat Party with his wealth? Deep inside this man beats the cold, icy blood of an opportunist. He can grasp your hand, look you straight in the eye and, with sincerest of voice, lie like a thick, shag rug.
Ah, you wonder, where is my proof? You think I am, perhaps, blinded by my Conservatism. These next few weeks we expose the “Honorable” Independent Governor to be the not-so-independent fraud that he is. But in closing, consider this quote from Benjamin Franklin as a comparison to our introductory quote from Mr. King. “Those who would sacrifice liberty for security deserve neither.”
The Maine Conservative Voice 