It asks a good question

Republican leaders John Boehner and Pete Hoekstra released this video, a relevant question after Obama's 100 days in office.



Well, do you?

Steven Crowder, ladies and gentlemen

This little piggy had swine flu, this little piggy had none

When I first read about the swing flu, my first thought was 'Oh dear.' My second thought was, 'Wait a minute.'

The media feeds on whispers of pandemonium like a pig on slop. If it bleeds, it leads. Sensationalize the scandal. Sell the news.
They are in the business, remember, of getting an ever growing audience. And if their reporting style doesn't do it, and their elite snottiness guarantees that, then they've got to entice you with whatever arsenal they have left: fear.
An anxious populations tunes in every day, maybe every hour, to hear the newest alert and follow instruction on how to best live their lives. That's the media's drug of choice, no matches, needles, or messiness necessary. Just pure power. What a rush.

For a sector of individuals so opposed to weapons that cause human destruction, they have no problem being one.

So yeah, there's a swine flu. How lucky for all of us we now have a cute little name for a season of coughing, sore throat, fever and headaches. The piggy flu would have been even cuter.

But panic isn't the appropriate response. Dread, sure. I always dread flu season. And just getting over the flu, with no cutsy animal name tagged to it, I wouldn't say it's a bag of laughs. It wrecks havoc on your exercise regiment, workload, and nose. But it's always a good time to catch up on your reading, that is, of course, if your fever is low-enough for brain function. Mine was hit and miss.

Here is today's news in the swine garble, something you might want to know:

A member of the World Health Organisation (WHO) has dismissed claims that more than 150 people have died from swine flu, saying it has officially recorded only seven deaths around the world.

Vivienne Allan, from WHO's patient safety program, said the body had confirmed that worldwide there had been just seven deaths - all in Mexico - and 79 confirmed cases of the disease.

The typical, humdrum, everyone-gets-it flu that recently kicked my fanny, kills 36,000 people annually in the United States, with 13,000 already since January. And yet we're suppose to freak out about the swine flu?

Here's another soundbite you might find interesting. It will either get buried or explained away or used. As Rahm Emanuel is famous for saying, "You never want a serious crisis to go to waste." Look for massive talks of the dire need for universal health care, or stronger unions, or windfall profit taxes, or government-funded abortions, or (fill in Obama agenda) to come out of this.

As the World Health Organization raised its infectious disease alert level Wednesday and health officials confirmed the first death linked to swine flu inside U.S. borders, scientists studying the virus are coming to the consensus that this hybrid strain of influenza -- at least in its current form -- isn't shaping up to be as fatal as the strains that caused some previous pandemics.

In fact, the current outbreak of the H1N1 virus, which emerged in San Diego and southern Mexico late last month, may not even do as much damage as the run-of-the-mill flu outbreaks that occur each winter without much fanfare.

We have the Vice-President advising his family on national television to stay off planes and subways, pictures of world populations wearing surgical masks, and banners on every station, yet this could be a normal flu season?

The swine flu isn't airborne, either. It's caused by droplets. So stay away from anyone looking suspiciously leaky and eat your vegetables. You knew Mom was right.

When the media says "panic", don't. They get paid to repeat that word over and over and in as many different forms and ways as possible. When this crisis passes, another will be fast on it's heels. I wonder if the media can connect pig flatulence to global warming? Stay tuned.

Warm and Fuzzy Capitalism

This is beautiful and touching and heart-warming.

Well, no. It's not.
But it's hilarious and ingenious.



I love capitalism. And I've got $2.

Leader of the Third Rock

photo courtesy of NASA

His words were a nice reminder.
Scratch that. Not nice. Necessary.

They were simple and concise, known and understood, but still existential. Perhaps even crucial to the next moment and the moment after. The words clung to my mouth, like drops of honeysuckle from the monstrosity of a bush that overtook my parent's backyard every bug-infested summer and chopping it down neither cleared the view nor lightened the spirit. That honeysuckle bush, with it's creamy buds tickling the senses and patient sweetness there for the taking, had to survive.

I hung up the phone and thought, "That's right. That's exactly right. I'm not defeated. What a filthy lie."

Optimism does nothing for me. When faced with a reality of death, destruction, mayhem or just a really, bad day, a dose of "the sun will come out tomorrow" ticks me off.
I don't care about tomorrow. I'm living the now...now. And peppy people get on my nerves. Optimism for optimism's sake is pathetic denial. There is no law of nature that requires the world to automatically right itself, the day to end like a sitcom, or the bad guys to actually get "it", whatever "it" is, in the end.
Justice isn't guaranteed, neither is goodness, rightness, or even the victory of truth. In the end, the innocent might die and the cheaters might win. And believing otherwise, for believing's sake, means you've watched too many movies.
Turn off the TV and look around. Life is ugly.

Last night I went to asleep with a simply prayer, "God help." It was more out of desperation or depression.
The last few weeks have been a Chinese water-torture of bad news, each drop expanding a cesspool of woe. Myself, along with family and friends, take variable turns losing jobs, losing money, losing health, all while our President apologies for our existence and publishes classified memos so our enemies feel safer.
The world hasn't gone mad. That happened ages ago. But now we've taken down the gates and invited the madman to afternoon tea.
Why fight for prosperity, for safety, for truth, even for hope, when defeat had already crossed the finish line and sat picking our future from between it's yellowed teeth?

Then, he spoke. And real change happened.

I was chasing down a story for one of my clients, seeking a source. He was a real possibility and so we talked. The article is about spiritual authority, the power of the Holy Spirit in our lives. And admittedly, I was hoping the article would inspire others with courage, not taking into consideration I was one of the "others."
Then he said something. I had heard it before. Lots, actually. And it wasn't any great revelation. He said, "When we pray, we are actually praying to Jesus Christ, asking Him to make intercession, to pray, essentially, for us."
Right, right. I nodded. Writing down his contact info, with the haze of the rainy day clinging to the window outside and my mood just beyond. Right. Got it. Knew that. Moving on.

But I didn't move on. It rested on my slumped shoulder, like a whisper growing in volume as the wind carried it further away. I'm talking to the Son of God.

Now, for those of us who are Christians, that's pretty basic stuff. Jesus 101. We pray, He hears. I learned that on the first day.
"We think it's about the routine of prayer," he went on. "But it's not. It isn't the words we speak. God is looking at our heart."
Right, right. Heard it all before. Nothing new to see hear everyone. Moving on.

Yet again, I didn't. I stopped. It was really just a pause, a hitch. I felt my mind hesitate, as if trying to decide between crossing the road or standing at the corner reading the street signs. I paused somewhere between the double yellow lines. We pray. Jesus acts. God hears. What a blissfully, marvelous concept.

Suddenly, my exhaustion didn't overwhelm, it didn't irritate, it didn't intimidate. I hadn't forgotten that God hears me. I had forgotten He does anything about it. For far too long, I think it's all up to me.

I have a savior complex. I do. It's got a nasally voice and short legs and whenever I have battles to win and mountains to move, it pulls a hamstring and pouts in the corner. The darn thing is absolutely useless and smells like Baby Power deodorant. And when it fails, I feel like a failure too. I can't right the wrongs. My family is still struggling financially. My friends are still going into surgery. And I'm still at a loss to finish the laundry. Success is a myth.

But what if it isn't up to me? What if I actually serve a God, THE GOD, mind you, who talked and Annapurna formed, who met death and laughed at it, who thought up the Bumblebee Bat, who would have more Twitter friends than Ashton Kutcher, who neither needs me nor requires my devotion but loves me anyway, who never checks opinion polls before acting, who shoulders the weight and criticism of the entire planet without a single slipped disc, who not only listens to my prayers, but acts on them? What if I served a God like that? Wouldn't that mean I could rest? Wouldn't that mean I could hope? Wouldn't that mean I could trust the future, whatever it was? Wouldn't I be the most powerful person in the world?

Wouldn't you?

Our fiscally responsible POTUS

This explains a lot. Or maybe considering the subject matter, it's actually a very, very, minuscule, microscopic, little.



It's all about image. The photo-ops. The speeches. The words used. It's image, not substance, he represents. When you understand that, everything he does suddenly makes sense, not cents.

Air Force One: coming to a sky near you

This isn't a common occurrence in New York. 747's don't fly low to Manhattan. The airspace is restricted. Recently, however, a special 747, what some refer to as Air Force One (one of two planes used by President Obama), cruised by for some pictures.



It was a very pricey (estimates around $60,000 minimum) Photo-Op. Good one, right? Nice idea. A 747 in downtown Manhattan. It actually flew over Ground Zero.
And next? A U-Haul in downtown Oklahoma City, parked next to the memorial.
Are we being governed by idiots? Watch the next video of just how low and loud this event was, with a man shouting in the background "Oh my God" and answer the question for yourself.



Obama issued a statement that he didn't know about it and was disgusted. No one can really explain how this happened. One minute, the plane was there. The next minute, it wasn't. A Department of Defense joyride?

I don't think so. Here's my theory:


That's right. Demon possession. No one can control this plane, no one can stop it. So pop some popcorn and watch the skies.

UPDATE:
Working to confirm, but here is additional information on that vital photo. It's apparently needed to replace this picture



on the White House website.
When I need a new website picture, I use istock. Costs me about $59,995 less than this stunt. I don't know, am I getting a good deal?
When you have to use your own money, price matters.

UPDATE 2:
Scratch my low figure. Greta Van Susteren is reporting that stunt, er...training exercise, cost $328,ooo-plus.
What shall be done about this? Why, Obama is now demanding an investigation to know 'how did that plane get orders to take off?' (refer to my earlier theory)
Yep, off all the things this country needs, it's Obama wasting time researching his own incompetence so he can report he knew nothing about it. That will stimulate America's confidence.

Leaders lead. And when it's time to take the heat, they take it. Even if they are not immediately responsible, they are the leaders. And that means, they ARE responsible. That's what it means to be...wait for it...wait for it...THE LEADER.

And that's why Obama is not one.

Is it torture?

Well, it depends on what the definition of "is" is.

The Obama administration, if you haven't heard already, have released memos documenting in detail interrogation techniques used by the CIA to obtain information from prisoners. And yes, waterboarding (used on three prisoners) was listed.
We've been hearing the left crying out about torture, "oh the atrocity!", of the techniques used. When you read the detailed reports, we're talking about techniques specifically designed not to cause any physical damage or even mental damage.
Are you kidding me?
We don't even want these beasts, intent on our world annihilation, to have nightmares later. Psychiatrists were even present during waterboarding and had to give their "ok" that the usage would not send the terrorist to a looney farm.
Oh, and one more thing, these interrogation techniques are undergone by our men and women in military during training. That's right, if this is torture, then we torture our own military during training.

Liz Cheney, VP Dick Cheney's daughter and former deputy secretary of state, goes toe to toe with MSNBC's Norah O'Donnell, explaining what this woman can't seem to get:

1. This wasn't torture. Stop calling it that.
2. Our own military are trained in and with these techniques.
3. Releasing the information has now placed American lives in danger because terrorists will now train to withstand these specfic techniques, making them useless. (Most of the techniques were simply to frighten the detainees into talking, but remove the element of any pain and the fear is gone too)
4. The information obtained stopped additional bombing attacks (specifically, a second 9/11 type attack on LA), as well as other life-saving intel.

Cheney kicks butt.

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I love the last minute in this interview where Norah starts trying to throw out the tired tirade of "But the Geneva convention!"
Here's the leftist premise: If we torture, then people in the world won't like us. So down goes our popularity. And also, that means other nations will treat our military, if captured, without also following the Geneva convention.
Well, Norah, as Cheney points out, our military men and women, once captured, get their heads cut off. Seem fair?

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stuffy-head fever so you can rest medicine

I don't know what that is. Nyquil? Isn't that mostly alcohol? Isn't it more fun to just drink wine?

Yes, I have a cold. A bad one. A foggy-headed one. A itchy throat, can't stop blowing my nose, why are my eyeballs swelling, cold. And in this state, despite the fact I've still been writing to meet deadlines, I fear high-voltage danger of blogging with a fever.

No, I'm not usually feverish when I blog. Though it might appear that way, sometimes.

So...I'm going to take a few hours, maybe even a whole day, and not write anything until my face stops looking like Rudolph or Bill Clinton, whichever mental image you prefer.

Will the Obama administration take a knee and chill out with their hyperactive government takeover until I feel better? No. So I'll have lots to catch you up on post ickyness.

Be prepared! For the end is nigh! (I'm talking about the flu)

the Mona Lisa Project

This is video number six. SIX. This project is going undercover inside Planned Parenthood in various states to show them breaking laws to get their abortion cash.
It's disturbing.
Let's see what happens when a girl posing as a 14-year-old impregnated by her 31-year-old boyfriend walks into Planned Parenthood in Tennessee.




HotAir is reporting that out of the six cases documented by the Mona Lisa Project, only Indiana is investigating the abuses of Planned Parenthood - a federal funding darling.
Make no mistake about this. It isn't about a woman's right to choose. It's about money. Blood money, actually, since it requires the death of a child and the exploitation of the teenage mothers.

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Jesus Uninterrupted

The Colbert Report defended Jesus and Christianity against agnostic. Yes, I said defended not offended. You should watch this since it's not something you'll see everyday. Or even any other day.

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Thanks Stephen. It's appreciated.

the Zo Master

Zo takes on words like "arrogance" that liberals use when talking about America. Before you speak a word, you should understand it's meaning.
Take it away Zo.

Steven Crowder, ladies and gentlemen

Obama the Pee Wee

the suicide of Journalism Excellence

Journalism isn't dead. But I don't see it running any races.

You could say it's still on life support, but even the chronically ill are fed oxygen. This appears to be asphyxiation on it's own propaganda.
The corpse I see now more closely resembles Jeff Goldblum in the final scenes of the 1986 "The Fly" - a lump of the greatness it was, the pollution of what it became, and the death of them both.

It was 1996 when I entered the world of newspaper journalism. I was 19. You could say I was naive, but that would be an understatement. The profession opened my eyes, then threw dirt in them.
I started from scratch, from a beat reporter, from making ignorant mistakes, from facing unimaginable horrors and then required to write objectively about them, from spending hours in a dark room with only the red light and the stench of fixer fluid to keep me company.
I loved it.
Despite the pathetic pay, insurmountable hours, and even sporadic public animosity, I viewed the profession as valiant, like a tidier Sherlock Holmes without the tobacco addiction. I was a truth-seeker and educator, combined behind poorly fitting clothes and a curious glance. Each new discovery, new story, was a well-earned Girl Scout patch I could iron on to a jacket, if only I could afford the jacket.

Not all that much has changed. I still can't afford the jacket. But a certain portion of the idealism is long gone. I don't respect journalism as a whole. Instead, it's like a favorite necklace that ceased to be my favorite after falling into the sewage drain. I have no intention of rescuing it. Instead, I'll stand upwind and admire what it once was.

The last 48-hours of news coverage hasn't shocked me. It's really just another line in the obit. But it brings me a level of revulsion when I consider the integrity of what it once was, what it should be, what Americans need it to be, and what it will never be again.
The free press, ladies and gentlemen, has been imprisoned. And that leads me to my first example.

Example 1: the arrest of John Zeigler on the campus of USC’s Annenberg School of Journalism. If irony is a feather, this blew it away.

Zeigler is a journalist and independent film maker, recently releasing his documentary, "Media Malpractice: How Obama Got Elected and Palin Was Targeted." Standing outside the reception for the Walter Cronkite Award for Excellence in Journalism awarded this year to Katie Couric for her lopsided interview of Sarah Palin (an example of journalism buffoonery but I only have so much time to write this article so we're sticking to the last 48-hours), Zeigler had planned to ask attendees questions and hand out free copies of his DVD.
Instead, he was handcuffed and kicked off the campus...the journalism campus...for journalism...during a journalism award banquet...for journalism excellence.

The entire video is worth watching. Zeigler keeps a running dialogue during the entire escapade about the absurdity. And when he directs his questions, while handcuffed, to the college administration about their idea of journalism, they answer by turning their back and walking away.
Roll tape!

Link:

Oh Walter. Look at what's become of your beloved profession.

Example 2: CNN reporter Susan Roesgen's overtly biased report of the Chicago Tea Party, claiming it is "anti-government, anti-CNN", promoted by the "right-wing conservative network Fox" and "not family viewing", then patty-caked by her fellow CNN reporter in the studio.

Roesgen not only became part of the story, a journalism no-no, she antagonized participants by countering and arguing. Also a big journalism no-no.
Here's a Journalism 101 lesson for Roesgen: REPORT. That's it. This is a rally, a protest, all you have to do it report. Put a microphone in their face and let them speak. Show the crowd. TADA! Done. The job of a reporter is not to agree or disagree with an event they are covering UNLESS they are a political commentator or columnist. She is not.
Her job is to report, thus the title "reporter". Show the event. Let the people speak. It's their moment, not yours. Then go home.

The video of the report I grabbed is from Founding Bloggers via HotAir, who happened on the scene immediately after the broadcast to show a female rally participant explain to Roesgen her job. And Roesgen's response? "You know, you really don’t need to be so antagonistic."
Huh?



Is it the pinched mouth, hands on hips, or snotty attitude toward the crowd that gives me the impression Roesgen doesn't like these people?

Example 3: MSNBC's David Shuster decided the description of a grassroots effort by taxpayers to protest against excessive taxation could be perfectly complimented by using profane terminology.

Not frequenting the social circles of Shuster, I had no idea what "teabagging" meant. But after his report about the 2009 Tea Party, I got a pretty good idea.



Yeah Shuster, we get it. Oral sex. Hilarious. How crafty and crude of you to use all those double entendres. You did nothing but demonstrate your ignorance about the Tea Party protests and embarrass your mother.

Example 4: CNN's Anderson Cooper, also well-versed in the "teabagging" definition, makes an oral sex joke while interviewing David Gergen, who found the nastiness quite amusing.



This vulgar joke has been repeated a few times with other reporters, but unlike these low-class journalists, I'm going to spare you. And spare myself while I'm at it.

I'm no prognosticator. I cannot tell the future of journalism, I can only report it.
But I know a thing or two about human nature, as most anyone does. There is a tipping point.

Everyone has a limit. And one day, which we may have already reached or are nearing, the public - the consumers - will have extended their last second chance to the news profession.
They will turn it off. Tune it out.
First, however, they'll start by simply not believing anymore. And this is where we've arrived. Long before the newspaper offices close and the television pundits are silenced, the life of mainstream journalism will be snuffed out by irrelevance.

I won't mourn it. I may not even go to the funeral.

Tulsa Tea Party!

No broken windows. No arrests. No chants of profanity. No fights. Must have been conservatives rallying.
Yes, these are the people DHS (Department of Homeland Security) have released a document this week warning you about as domestic threats, on equal grounds with Al Qaeda terrorists. I'll have more on that later. But right now, let's see how these right-wing fanatics express their disapproval: WITH SIGNS! Oh the atrocity.
Duck and take cover everyone. The kooks are gathering peaceably at parks across the nation and holding up signs. It's the end of civilization as we know it.

Tulsa had two rallies during the noon hour: one downtown with an estimated 2,000 in attendance, one at LaFortune Park with an estimated 3,200 in attendance. I attended the downtown rally where John Gibson from FoxNews broadcast his radio program live. Nice guy. He gave me a thumbs up. No wait, I gave him a thumbs up.
The second rally took place at 5 p.m. at Veterans Park with several hundred. Maybe a thousand but I'm terrible at crowd estimates.
Here is my sunburned yesterday in pictures.

Downtown crowd


Some of my favorite signs:




Okay, I'm partial on this one. It's my roommate Kristin. And her shirt, by the way, says, "I'm not your ATM."



Kevin Costner is a much better Robin Hood and Jesus Christ is a much better Messiah. What is Obama better at? **crickets**



FROM each according to his ability, TO each according to his need. Ever wonder what would happen if those with ability just stopped? Atlas Shrugged, everyone. Read it.



I think she said it all.



That's right. Where's ACORN when you need them?



Tara the Journalist agrees with both of you. We have a caucus!



Sorry Simon.



AHAHAHAHAH! Oops. I..uh..had..um...something in my throat. Moving on..



Darn it. Them Founding Fathers wur smart, huh?



Thems the breaks kid. You want to live? You pay the government, see. That's the way it works, see.



This one's for PETA. These radicals are endangering the lives of animals too. That puppy is being forced to be patriotic.



These domestic terrorists always look so wholesome and Rockwellesk. Don't let the mock family fool you. Next right-wing radical take over: the PTA. Gird your loins.



Right before this picture was taken, this little boy was holding up an AK-47 and shouting, "Death to America."



Henry, if only we knew now what we use to know then.



An environmentalist snuck in.

Taxed Enough Already

Tea (Taxed Enough Already) Parties coming Wednesday. Do you take financial slavery with sugar or creme?

You say you want a Revolution

“The powers not delegated to the United States by the Constitution, nor prohibited by it to the States, are reserved to the States respectively, or to the people.”
Tenth Amendment

You could call them the winds of change, propelling individual states to rise from the burnt ash of federal control, like Phoenix taking flight, and declare their sovereignty. But in actuality, they were just western gusts blowing in severe weather. By nightfall, the entire state would be dodging hail-coated tornadoes and change would still only be a campaign slogan.

I was heading to the state capitol in “The City”, our state nickname for Oklahoma City because saying “Oklahoma” while in Oklahoma seems redundant, and fighting with my steering wheel to stay on the road. Wind in the western part of the state is like riding a stallion with halitosis, you hold on and hold your breath. Dealing with politicians isn’t much different.

By the time I reached the Oklahoma State Capitol two hours later, I was wondering about the story that brought me here and two obnoxious questions: Would state government bite back against the federal government’s ramrod across clearly-drawn Constitutional lines of authority? Would my hair frizz from the humidity?

There’s something about a deluge of cologne that makes you feel like someone’s trying to hide a stink. That’s politics for you – ties, pantsuits, and posturing. Don’t misunderstand me. I have friends in politics, people I’ve known personally or worked with who serve with honesty and integrity. But put too many handshakes in too small a room and anyone can get turned around.

That can be and often is politics, which is why the founding fathers worked to keep it local, the main reason we have a Tenth Amendment. If you have a major problem, your state representative is reachable. Walk in, sit down, and talk to them. And if you can’t catch them in the building, you can grab them at the Rotary Chili Cook-off.

The federal government is an altogether different fairytale. It’s a dragon with innumerable heads and cutting one off only fertilizes two more. Reaching even your U.S. Congressman means going through a series of strategic roadblocks, often called assistants.

And besides, in the fisheye world of Washington, D.C., they aren’t facing disgruntled constituents over the pumping stations at Conoco or across the counter at Whole Foods. It’s called isolation. And we do the same for our federal government reps that we do for mentally ill citizens, padded room and all.

After half an hour and four flights of stairs trying to find a bathroom, I managed to orient myself inside the Oklahoma State Capitol which is essentially a labyrinth of open hallways and indigenous artwork structured socially like a small-town. Walking from floor to floor, shaking hands and exchanging smiles and business cards, I sensed the microcosmic atmosphere of any American Main Street where everyone knows everyone. And if you’re new, you’re eye candy.

Within a few hours, Rep. Charles Key and I were sitting comfortably at a round table with a slightly off-balanced leg in a conference room behind the Oklahoma House of Representatives floor. The Speaker of the House in the next room was rattling off scheduled shell bills like an auctioneer pushing through used cars. And I began quizzing the man helping to spur what is becoming a national movement or a series of fortunate events.

“The Constitution is very specific on what institutions have what rights and authority. The Federal government violated that structure and are out of their Constitutional law,” said Rep. Key, small in stature but big in patriotism. “The bill says to stop doing that. Get back into your Constitutional role.”

The hand-smack came in the form of a Tenth Amendment reaffirming resolution declaring state sovereignty, basically stating:

Dear Federal Government,
Remember the Tenth Amendment? You aren’t the boss of me. Now abide by it and back off.
Love, Oklahoma State Government

The Tenth Amendment isn’t as widely recognized as the First or Second or even Fifth, which we plead to save our own hides. The Tenth, however, is more like a polished stone – smooth to the sensibilities but unbreakable. Bite into it, and you’ll chip a tooth.

“There’s a broad range of rights and powers that the 10th ‘protects’. But, most importantly, the primary role of this amendment was to affirm a strict limitation on the federal government,” said Michael Boldin of the Tenth Amendment Center. “The federal government, under our constitution, actually has very little power. The most important and the most difficult issues are left to the states - or to the people to handle in their local communities.”

Imagine a pyramid with your face at the top, along with the faces of the other 304 million American citizens. They all fit. It’s a big pyramid. Then come the layers of power from the state and local government. And at the very bottom, the heaviest but weakest, is the federal government.

The founding fathers established the Tenth out of experience. Escaping the slavery of taxation imposed by King George III in England, they knew unchecked federal government meant bloodletting for the little guy. So instead, they positioned state government over the windpipe of the federal government, ready to cut off their flow of oxygen if they breathed too deeply.

In recent years crescendoing in Obama’s days, the federal government has been hyperventilating.

“As I saw the Constitution violated and the structure fall apart, it became a real concern for me,” said Key, running onto the floor to cast a vote and back to our wobbly table for more questioning. “Something will take it’s place if it keeps going where we’re going and history tells us it will not be good.”

What history will say so far might have too much profanity for the classroom textbooks. As private sector businesses go through a genocide of government bailouts, what once was a ‘hands off’ zone for those CK1 spritzed politicians is now an open cookie jar with their hand inside. The federal government sends money, then sends demands. It’s taken only weeks before the President of the United States is holding press conferences about why he fired the CEO of GM, while private citizens return their company bonuses in fear of 90 percent taxation. Times are good and days are bright for Constitutionally ignorant micro-managers on the government payroll.

States, either from years of being stepped on or recent violations through the stimulus, have been reclaiming the battle cry of the Tenth Amendment and filing state sovereignty resolutions to remind the federal government who is the parent and who is the child. To date, 33 states have filed resolutions with more expected.

“Much of the economic trouble we are seeing today was brought on by a federal government that didn’t respect or follow the limits on its power that were created by the Constitution,” Boldin said. “For many years, people in this country have allowed the politicians to ‘bend the rules’ of the constitution - ostensibly for good reasons. But, when that happens for any continued period of time, eventually you’ll end up with a government that feels the rules don’t apply at all. It’s my opinion that we’re near or at that position today.”

The resolutions, so far, are warning signs, like a guard dog’s bark. But should the federal government insist on scaling the fence into private property, Key said the next step will be action from the participating states. On that note, he couldn’t comment further.

“The federal government has violated the Constitution so much, they probably need to be told twice,” said Key.

Right now the states are focused on breeding the dog. The bite comes next.

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