Why Sarah Palin is an American hero

Weather you agree with Sarah Palin or not isn’t the point.The point is we need a hundred no hundreds of Sarah Palins with a variety of political views. Citizen politicians!

Common people who want to serve our country instead of the hacks and career politicians we have in there now.

Shes not qualified you say? What have the qualified ones done for us?
Many of those who criticize her do so out of ignorance. Many, I suspect are just angry people with miserable lives. They only serve as pawns for the elite who would like to prevent other common folks of all political views from rising up to take our country back from the crooks both Democrat and Republican who have been ruling us for to long.

The reason she is so vilified by the elite media and ruling elite is because she is one of us. They want to keep the power not give it back to the people where it belongs. They will stop at nothing including slander, dirty tricks and worse.

If you attempt to destroy Sarah you are only attempting to destroy the other everyday Americans of all political persuasions that will follow her and you ultimately have doomed yourself to be ruled over by elite career politicians, lawyers and their special interest groups, instead of represented by your fellow Americans.

Understand this, as long as they have us fighting each other we cannot join together and see who the real enemy is. Put down the Koolaid and put aside your hatred for a woman who is just standing up for what she believes in.

Her heroic actions will help pave the way for you or other common folks to do the same. It is understandable if some can not support her policies but at least don’t be a useful idiot and aid there plots of personal destruction.

Because only when we no longer allow them to control us and destroy those of us who stand up to speak. Then and only then can we all join together as Americans. Red Yellow Black and White, Liberal, conservative or middle of the road.

We must take our country back, initiate term limits and once again be governed by the people and for the people.

The Nightmare my journy to Obamas Utopia

The Nightmare My journey to Obama’s utopia
Part 2


Every thing in the house is the same only different. My wife looks at least 10 years older and after a quick glance in the mirror it appears I do as well. What happened?
Inexplicably thoughts of my truck enter my mind. My beautiful 2007 Ford F-150 4X4V8 with K&N Filter, cold air intake, custom exhaust, Gun rack, Chrome wheels and my bumper sticker that reads “Don’t blame me I voted for Sarah U betcha” on the tailgate.My feet almost slip out from under me on the hardwood floors as I race for the Garage.

The thought crosses my mind that if something happened to my truck I may as well fall and break my neck life is no longer worth living.

I yank open the door to the garage and my heart sinks. My beautiful wonderful truck is gone! Sitting there in its place is something I could only imagine in my worst nightmare. It looks like a cross between a Smart Car and a 1969 Datsun pick up.

It has a bulbous nearly all Glass or Plexiglas front-end with a 4 foot box on the back. There is hardly any height to the box giving it an almost flat bed look. The tires are an all terrain type treads but the size of a riding lawnmower.On the front are the letters GM. General Motors or Government Motors?I don’t want to know. When I look at the side I can taste last night’s Carne Asada backing up in to my mouth. The decal on the fenders read “Tuff Country Edition”I hear screaming it takes a minute to realize it is coming from me.
The screaming only gets louder as I turn to run towards the Gun safe. Gone!!
The screaming intensifies. My wife appears. My dogs, my dogs I yell.My wife begins since the pet and livestock fairness and greenhouse tax….
I run from the house arms flailing screaming at the top of my lungs.Faintly I can hear here yelling something about better not be sick it will be weeks before I can see the doctor. The whole world is spinning my head is pounding then everything becomes quiet and dark.

I wake up with a start my heart pounding in my chest sweat glistening on my forehead. Thank god it was just a nightmare I pinch myself, whew.
I stumble from the room doing the Frankenstein walk moaning for coffee.My wife is standing there with a steaming cup of hot coffee in her hand. With a smirk on her face she asks did we have a Rough night last night. The hair on the back of my neck comes to attention.

I look at the TV “is that Fox news?” She answers yes ever since the White House declared war on fox news I figure we should support them and watch. My skin begins to crawl. They just had a segment on the Health care bill it looks like they are going to pass it no matter what. Then Cap and Trade is next. My heart is pounding so hard now that I can hear it. She continuous ever since they took over the banks and auto companies…I never hear the rest of the sentence as I dart from the room yelling my truck my truck My truuuckkk…

The Nightmare my journy to Obamas Utopia

Part 1

The Alarm Clock rings.With a slight whimper or actually something resembling more of a groan.

I sit up on the edge of the bed and swing my legs out until my feet touch the floor.My stomach is making rumbling noises and my head has a dull throbbing ache.

I begin to recall last night’s late meal at the local Mexican restaurant.
Was it the late night spicy food or was it the margaritas or a combination of both?

My woes are compounded by the fact I know I have to drive in to Seattle today.
What the hell do they put in the water up there any how?
Oh well just pack a lot of bottled water so I don’t have to drink it and find out.

I envision navigating through traffic and getting stuck behind some guy in his Toyota Prius driving in the far left lane 5 MPH under the speed limit or maybe getting cut off by some guy in a green 10 year old Subaru wagon with a Kerry / Edwards 04 bumper sticker on the back of it. Is this the same guy and he is just everywhere or is there more then one green Subaru wagon with a Kerry / Edwards bumper sticker on it in Seattle?

I stumble from the room doing the Frankenstein walk moaning for coffee.My wife is standing there with a steaming cup of hot coffee in her hand. With a smirk on her face she asks did we have a rough night last night. This is more of statement then a question. Before I can answer I notice the morning news is turned to MSNBC and some reporter is gushing on about how great Obama is and how he has kept unemployment under twenty percent. Huh, what twenty percent?
My hazy mind does not quite grasp it. Why are you watching this crap turn to Fox news I mumble eyes still half closed.

She breaks out in a laugh like I just told the funniest joke in the world. We don’t get offshore broadcasts she continues to giggle.Besides they are about to discuss everything Obama plans to do in his fourth term.
I stop dead in my tracks one foot raised in mid-step after a pause I reply not funny and head for the shower.Just before I hit the bathroom door I yell out turn the heat up this house is freezing.

She yells back if I do that I won’t be able to drive my car next week.What the hell does that have do with anything I wonder. Why does she always have to mess with me when I’m not feeling well?
She then yells out remember the water Czar Song! Even the school kids can sing it.
2 Minutes in the shower Rinse Soap Rinse gets you clean and keeps the planet green. Grow a pretty flower and save some water only 2 minutes in the shower.
My head is pounding I can’t take this crap anymore. I got your green planet right here I shout over my shoulder.

The hot water and steam of the shower begin to clear my head and slowly my eyes begin to open.Then a shrill noise pierces my ears. What the hell is that? Someone step on a cat?
Then I can make out the words. It’s my wife yelling. Get out you have been in there over ten minutes.You’re going to get us in trouble between your carbon footprint and your stupid posting anti-government propaganda on the Internet. We could lose our house.

My mind is racing! Alcohol laced sweat begins to seep from my pores. My ears begin to ring. What the hell is going on here? Then it hits me like a ton of bricks! Something is wrong! Something is Very, very wrong!
To be continued….