With Mainers facing a $2,662 tax hike in their federal returns this next year, the Maine Media has tasked its Gestapo Gang with defending the IRS. This all in an effort to divert attention away from the success of the Governor here in Maine and shield the failures of their Democrat Party allies.
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The Real Questions
While Democrats keep asking for apologies, the Governor of Maine is asking the businesses of this great State for their input. Imagine that, actually validating the talents and knowledge of business people rather than regulating and suppressing them. What a concept! No wonder this State is moving in the right direction! Watch out, Governor! If we move too far away from the bottom, the Democrats just might demand another apology. Seems that is their public policy of choice.
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.”
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