I’ve got better questions than I have answers,
better dreams than I have plans.
I’ve got better thoughts than I have actions,
so I built my house on what I thought was solid ground,
but I know it could be sand.
August 6, 2009
Why is promiscuity lauded and abstinence mocked?
Why is war an admirable protest, but taxes an eye-roller?
Why are bussed-in-mobs-of-ACORN at the homes of AIG execs somehow patriotic, but citizens raising questions at a Town Hall Meeting are idiotic?
Why is Obama-spending so much easier to swallow than Bush-spending?
Why is it acceptable to slam Christianity for any–and every–thing, but “intolerant” to even blink at Atheism?
Why is racism only racism when the racist is white?
Why does my congressman make four times the average American income?–And do we not pay him enough to hear the concerns of his constituents?
When did patriotism become so taboo, and flippancy so patriotic?
When did charity become something you could mandate?
Where did this sense of entitlement come from?
And why…WHY…would you sell a “clunker” for a meesily $4500?!
Am I the only one who remembers how cool it was to drive a sturdy piece of junk?
Are we so easily bought?
How did we get here?
. . . . .
Wake Up, America…
…lest your Freedom be forfeit.