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Ron Paul Comparison

28 Tuesday Feb 2012

Posted by myrthryn in Letters to the Editor

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One of the many things I remember from my days of faith is from Luke 16:10. Those who are faithful with little can be trusted with much, and those not faithful in little things can not be trusted with anything. This moral precept holds true for all, whether as a the lowly gas station attendant who puts the “Give a Penny” change into his pocket or the mightiest handlers of money and people.

Obama, for example, voted against a bill that would allow the use of handguns in home defense, despite local ordinances. People have the natural right to protect themselves regardless of what the law says. The Fourth Amendment states that the people have the right to be secure in their persons and their homes, and this is impossible if the right of the people to keep and bear arms has been infringed upon. Obama’s non-concern with the safety of the “little people” makes him unworthy of running a country.

Mitch Daniels, upon the Indiana Supreme Court’s ruling that it is illegal to prevent the lawful AND unlawful entry of one’s home by law enforcement, should have stepped up to the plate and worked for the freedom of those who elected him. Once again, a politician unwilling to protect the security of his constituents is unworthy of being the governor of a state.

Alan Greenspan once believed in the basics of a free market economy and the problems with fiat currency. He knew the benefits of using commodities, such as gold and silver, as the anchor of a strong economy. Instead of restrengthening our currency, he strove to water it down to the point that it is barely good for flushing. Disregarding the value of the common man, his is unworthy to have held the financial reins of this country, though I suppose, it does make him worthy of being knighted by the Queen.

Years ago,  a man concerned with our unbacked currency, Bernard von Nothaus, came up with a new alternative “currency” called the Liberty Dollar. Everything he did with it was upfront and non-fraudulent. It was a means of exchange, composed of either silver or gold, that was just as valid as a bag of marbles or the Hour (a local alternative currency in Ithica, NY). After Eleven years of use by thousands of people, his offices in Evansville were looted by the FBI pirates. Here, we had a man who was HONESTLY trying to improve the life of every American, and he took the fall for it. Mitch Daniels and Alan Greenspan did nothing. Neither did Obama pardon him for his courageousness when he was sentenced last year. As they say, “By their fruit you shall know them.”

There is another man who advocates a return to the gold and silver standard. Ron Paul, who is running for president, talks the talk. However, once again we know them by their fruits. When given the opportunity to give his approval to the Liberty Dollar, Ron Paul backed down and failed the American people. When Nothaus went to trial, Paul declined to testify on behalf of the financial freedom of all. He talks big, but it seems he prefers to tuck tail in deference to the ruling families of America. He is as unworthy of the office as are the other men.

Many people have their hopes set on this man. The problem is that even if he takes the office and begins to walk the walk, these aren’t the days of Andrew Jackson, who solved the debt problem. Kennedy tried to fix the problem four decades ago and personally felt the result of his solution.

The answer to the coming collapse of the dollar isn’t more government. Neither is it a smaller government, for even the Continental Dollar failed when our government was at its most limited. The answer lies in us. Do we cherish liberty enough to act, or would we rather quietly bleat while being sheared and butchered after the government can’t afford to send us another “sit on the couch” check payable by our great great grandchildren?

Karma

13 Monday Feb 2012

Posted by myrthryn in Older Poetry

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The not so distant howl
of hairless wolves out hunting
echoes through the silent weed-veined streets
and scares two-legged packrats back
into the make-shift fortresses hastily built
to shield them just one more night
from the pus-covered lunacies.
And sometimes when the bloodthirsty hate of sun breaks
through the soiled security blanket of civilization
to melt the whorish snow of an unnatural winter,
a new generation of children can be seen
laughing at the wolves who wait for nightfall,
playing hide and seek among driverless traffic jams,
running about either not knowing or not caring
that their tender barefeet are cut to ribbons
by acres of broken glass.

Ocean Lullaby

13 Monday Feb 2012

Posted by myrthryn in Older Poetry

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Once upon the ocean dreary, while I wandered, weak and weary,
On the creaking and the squeaking deck of my sailing yacht Lenore —
While I stumbled, nearly crashing, suddenly there came a splashing,
As of someone gently splashing, splashing near the yacht Lenore.
“Tis some flopping fish,” I muttered, “splashing near my yacht
Lenore.”
Only a fish and nothing more.

Since my hearing is in error, it was a forgotten terror
That led my lonely crew to sail towards the far and rocky shore.
As I stopped my ears were tingling, seemed to me I heard some singing,
As of someone gently singing, singing on the distant shore.
Tis a siren that led my crew to fling themselves overboard.
My crew has drowned and is no more.

As I brought the yacht to linger, I dimly saw with outstretched finger
A slender fairy form singing, lulling on the moonlit shore.
As I stared with my mouth open, my lovesick heart soon was hopin’
To have her close to beholden, to have, to hold ever more.
Tis a shame she did not see me staring from my yacht Lenore.
I made a wish and nothing more.

Dreaming love without dimension, I was drawn to her attention
As she slipped quietly into the sea swimming to my Lenore.
When she came out from the water, she fell into arms that caught her.
Standing again with this daughter, I could see her eyes implore.
So I raised those lips to mine and kissed what no man kissed before.
I did her kiss and nothing more.

Though her knowledge seemed so meager, yet I felt she was so eager
As I kissed enchanting mermaid, my green and silver paramour.
When our kiss at last was broken, she gazed at me, words unspoken
Words that seemed only a token to the feelings my heart bore.
So we embraced, kissing deeper as we lay upon the floor.
She did me kiss and something more.

At the ending of those kisses that took me to heav’nly blisses,
I still dreamed the empassioned tender visions on the wooden floor.
When my eyes at last were open, I saw what I was agropin’
A slimy scaled form more loathen not as lovely as before,
By my side with heaving breathing and cold flesh for ever more.
I had a fish and nothing more.

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