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Saturday, October 26, 2013



The Architect of Destruction By Maureen Scott













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Maureen Scott is an ardent American patriot who was born in Pittsburgh , PA , and retired to Richmond , VA , in 2000. Free from the nine-to-five grind of writing for employers and clients, she began writing political commentary to please herself and express her convictions. Our Pledge of Allegiance, a military band playing the National Anthem, and the wisdom of our Founding Fathers, inspire her passion and views. Her life is guided by a firm belief that truth is the most important virtue, and that God knows what He is doing with her.

The Architect of Destruction By Maureen Scott

obama-madObama appears to be a tormented man filled with resentment, anger, and disdain for anyone of an opinion or view other than his. He acts in the most hateful, spiteful, malevolent, vindictive ways in order to manipulate and maintain power and control over others. Perhaps, because, as a child, he grew up harboring an abiding bitterness toward the U.S. that was instilled in him by his family and mentors…it seems to have never left him.

It is not the color of his skin that is a problem in America .

Rather it is the blackness that fills his soul and the hollowness in his heart where there should be abiding pride and love for this country.

Think: Have we ever heard Obama speak lovingly of the U.S.or its people, with deep appreciation and genuine respect for our history, our customs, our sufferings and our blessings? Has he ever revealed that, like most patriotic Americans, he gets “goose bumps” when a band plays “The Star Spangled Banner,” or sheds a tear when he hears a beautiful rendition of “ America the Beautiful?” Does his heart burst with pride when millions of American flags wave on a National holiday – or someone plays “taps” on a trumpet? Has he ever shared the admiration of the military, as we as lovers of those who keep us free, feel when soldiers march by? It is doubtful because Obama did not grow up sharing our experiences or our values. He did not sit at the knee of a Grandfather or Uncle who showed us his medals and told us about the bravery of his fellow troops as they tramped through foreign lands to keep us free. He didn’t have grandparents who told stories of suffering and then coming to America , penniless, and the opportunities they had for building a business and life for their children.

Away from this country as a young child, Obama didn’t delight in being part of America and its greatness. He wasn’t singing our patriotic songs in kindergarten, or standing on the roadside for a holiday parade and eating a hot dog, or lighting sparklers around a campfire on July 4th as fireworks exploded over head, or placing flags on the grave sites of fallen and beloved American heroes.

Rather he was separated from all of these experiences and doesn’t really understand us and what it means to be an American. He is void of the basic emotions that most feel regarding this country and insensitive to the instinctive pride we have in our national heritage. His opinions were formed by those who either envied us or wanted him to devalue theUnited States and the traditions and patriotism that unites us.

He has never given a speech that is filled with calm, reassuring, complimentary, heartfelt statements about all the people in the U.S. Or one that inspires us to be better and grateful and proud that in a short time our country became a leader, and a protector of many. Quite the contrary, his speeches always degenerate into mocking, ridiculing tirades as he faults our achievements as well as any critics or opposition for the sake of a laugh, or to bolster his ego. He uses his Office to threaten and create fear while demeaning and degrading any American who opposes his policies and actions. A secure leader, who has noble self-esteem and not false confidence, refrains from showing such dread of critics and displaying a cocky, haughty attitude.

Mostly, his time seems to be spent causing dissension, unrest, and anxiety among the people of America , rather than uniting us (even though he was presented to us as the “Great Uniter”). He creates chaos for the sake of keeping people separated, envious, aggrieved and ready to argue. Under his leadership Americans have been kept on edge, rather than in a state of comfort and security. He incites people to be aggressive toward, and disrespectful of, those of differing opinions. And through such behavior, Obama has lowered the standards for self-control and mature restraint to the level of street-fighting gangs, when he should be raising the bar for people to strive toward becoming more considerate, tolerant, self-disciplined, self-sustaining, and self-assured.

Not a day goes by that he is not attempting to defy our laws, remove our rights, over-ride established procedures, install controversial appointees, enact divisive mandates, and assert a dictatorial form of power.

· Never has there been a leader of this great land who used such tactics to harm and hurt the people and this country.

· Never have we had a President who spoke with a caustic, evil tongue against the citizenry rather than present himself as a soothing, calming and trustworthy force.

· Never, in this country, have we experienced how much stress one man can cause a nation of people – on a daily basis!

Obama has promoted the degeneration of peace, civility, and quality of cooperation between us. He thrives on tearing us down, rather than building us up. He is the Architect of the decline of America , and the epitome of a Demagogue.

© Maureen Scott

Monday, October 21, 2013



  WANT A FREE HOUSE?
I was in my neighborhood restaurant this morning and was seated behind a
group of jubilant individuals celebrating the com
ing implementation of the
health care bill. I could not finish my breakfast. This is what ensued:

They were a diverse group of several races and both sexes. I heard a young
man exclaim, “Isn’t Obama like Jesus Christ? I mean, after all, he is healing
the sick.”

A young woman enthusiastically proclaimed, “Yeah, and he does it for free. I
cannot believe anyone would think that a free market would work for health
care.”

Another said, “The stupid Republicans want us all to starve to death so they
can inherit all of the power.  Obama should be made a Saint for what he did
for those of us less fortunate.”

At this, I had more than enough. I arose from my seat, mustering all the
restraint I could find, and approached their table. “Please excuse me; may I
impose upon you for one moment?”

They smiled and welcomed me to the conversation. I stood at the end of their
table, smiled as best I could and began an experiment.

“I would like to give one of you my house. It will cost you no money and I
will pay all of the expenses and taxes for as long as you live there. Anyone
interested?”

They looked at each other in astonishment. “Why would you do something like
that?” asked a young man, “There isn’t anything for free in this world.”
They began to laugh at me, as they did not realize this man had just made my
point.

“I am serious, I will give you my house for free, no money whatsoever. Anyone
interested?”

In unison, a resounding “Yeah” fills the room.

“Since there are too many of you, I will have to make a choice as to who
receives this money-free bargain.”

I noticed an elderly couple was paying attention to the spectacle unfolding
before their eyes, the old man shaking his head in apparent disgust.

“I tell you what; I will give it to the one of you most willing to obey my
rules.”

Again, they looked at one another, an expression of bewilderment on their
faces.

The perky young woman asked, “What are the rules?”

I smiled and said, “I don’t know. I have not yet defined them. However, it is
a free home that I offer you.”

They giggled amongst themselves, the youngest of which said, “What an old
coot. He must be crazy to give away his home. Go take your meds, old man.” I
smiled and leaned into the table a bit further. “I am serious, this is a
legitimate offer.”

They gaped at me for a moment.

“I’ll take it you old fool. Where are the keys?” boasted the youngest among
them.

“Then I presume you accept ALL of my terms then?” I asked.

The elderly couple seemed amused and entertained as they watched from the
privacy of their table. “Oh yeah!  Where do I sign up?”

I took a napkin and wrote, “I give this man my home, without the burden of
financial obligation, so long as he accepts and abides by the terms that I shall
set forth upon consummation of this transaction.”I signed it and handed it to the young man who eagerly scratched out his signature.

“Where are the keys to my new house?” he asked in a mocking tone of voice.

All eyes were upon us as I stepped back from the table, pulling the keys from
pocket and dangling them before the excited new homeowner.

“Now that we have entered into this binding contract, witnessed by all of
your friends, I have decided upon the conditions you are obligated to adhere to
from this point forward. You may only live in the house for one hour a day. You
will not use anything inside of the home. You will obey me without question or
resistance. I expect complete loyalty and admiration for this gift I bestow upon
you. You will accept my commands and wishes with enthusiasm, no matter the
nature. Your morals and principles shall be as mine. You will vote as I do,
think as I do and do it with blind faith. These are my terms. Here are your
keys.”

I reached the keys forward and the young man looked at me dumbfounded.

“Are you out of your mind?  Who would ever agree to those ridiculous
terms?” the young man appeared irritated.

“You did when you signed this contract before reading it, understanding it
and with the full knowledge that I would provide my conditions only after you
committed to the agreement.”

The elderly man chuckled as his wife tried to restrain him. I was looking at
a now silenced and bewildered group of people.

“You can shove that stupid deal up your a** old man. I want no part of it!”
exclaimed the now infuriated young man.

‘You have committed to the contract, as witnessed by all of your friends. You
cannot get out of the deal unless I agree to it. I do not intend to let you free
now that I have you ensnared. I am the power you agreed to. I am the one you
blindly and without thought chose to enslave yourself to. In short, I am your
Master.”

At this, the table of celebrating individuals became a unified group against
the unfairness of the deal.

After a few moments of unrepeatable comments and slurs, I revealed my true
intent.

“What I did to you is what this administration and congress did to you with
the health care legislation. I easily suckered you in and then revealed the real
cost of the bargain. Your folly was in the belief that you can have something
you did not earn, and for that which you did not earn, you willingly allowed
someone else to think for you. Your failure to research, study and inform
yourself permitted reason to escape you.  You have entered into a trap from
which you cannot flee. Your only chance of freedom is if your new Master gives
it to you. A freedom that is given can also be taken away.  Therefore, it
is not freedom at all.”

With that, I tore up the napkin and placed it before the astonished young
man. “This is the nature of your new health care legislation.”

I turned away to leave these few in thought and contemplation — and was
surprised by applause.The elderly gentleman, who was clearly entertained, shook my hand
enthusiastically and said, “Thank you, Sir. These kids don’t understand Liberty.”

He refused to allow me to pay my bill as he said, “You earned this one. It is
an honor to pick up the tab.”

I shook his hand in thanks, leaving the restaurant somewhat humbled and
sensing a glimmer of hope for my beloved country.

Remember…  Four boxes keep us free: the soap box, the ballot box
[elector's not the "voter's],  the jury box, and the cartridge box.

Author Unknown