Stephen Guy Hardin is the Publisher and Editor-In-Chief of HARDIN REPUBLIC.COM, The Hardin Report.com and stephenguyhardin.com.
Stephen is a Member of * The National Rifle Association
* The Federalist Society
* The American Conservative Union
* The Heritage Foundation
Stephen has learned the harsh realities and the unmatched excitement of national politics by working in various state and national campaigns, including Ronald Reagan's primary campaigns in 1976 and 1980, as well as President Reagan's two landslide Presidential election victories in 1980 and 1984.
"And Ed Begley, Jr. Is Riding His Bicycle."
By Stephen Guy Hardin
January 25, 2010.
Ah, view the grand illusion of the caring Hollywood Liberal.
Spinning in stunning pirouettes around the ringing phone banks,
as George Clooney in his latest Italian tuxedo smiles and winks, dutifully answering phones, while their agents and publicists cheer.
Michael Moore in his sweating grubbiness next to a gaseous Whoopi.
From Charlie Sheen telling callers the truth of 9/11 to Ellen Degeneres
waxing poetic of the fruits of gay marriage. Our Hollywood heroes tug
at our hearts and lighten our bank accounts.
While their careers benefit from their benefits, our Visa bills bulge from donations to Tinseltowns
latest fads and newest charities and surest career boost.
Gimme' your money, Gimme' your money, So we can look good! ( Repeat as chorus three times)
Save the Earth. Save the Oceans.
Save the Seals. Save the Trees.
Save my movie from bombing.
Noble causes all.
Indeed.
From AIDS to 9/11 to Katrina to Haiti Relief. Come one, come all.
As Global Warming becomes Climate Change. As Ethiopia become Darfur.
The dance of the caring celebrity transforms and transfixes mere mortals.
Much as the flaring Cobra hypnotizes the Mongoose, the beautiful ones hypnotize legions of fans, whose fingers cramp from signing checks. Cramp, indeed.
Picture the bald and bloated face of a once humorous Billy Crystal.
Trotting out his worn Mickey Mantle shtick once too often,
Billy whines his pseudo - Brooklyn prattle as if it were still 1979.
Look kids! It's Ed Begley, Jr. riding his bicycle onto the stage, while lecturing the television audience on the evils of fossil burning fuels.
Feel the sincerity of Ed as he wheels his bike over Sally Fields toes.
Our Flying Nun has grown up to be a feeble minded Leftist parrot.
"Stop the War! Stop the Global Climate Warming Change War! " Rant On, Sister Sally. But alas, no one likes you anymore.
And here comes Ed Begley, Jr. riding his bicycle again.
Only the crème de le crème of A-Listers have their calls returned.
George and Matt ponder the elitism of each invitee carefully.
Kanye West is on the no call list, while Taylor Swift floats on wings.
Tim Robbins will of course be there in all his anti-American glamour, sans his former life partner in Marxist celebrity snobbery, Susan Sarandon.
But wait! Ed Begley, Jr. is back on stage. Yes, on his bicycle. Again.
Then the adoring camera alights upon the gloriousness of Julia Roberts.
Applaud the imagination of Gary Marshall and his marvelous camera, creating a prostitute out of a gaggle of hair and puffy lips. Applaud!
Then Sean Combs, aka P. Diddy, aka Puff Daddy gliding past the camera well on his way to his latest endorsement gig, bottle of Cristal in hand.
Tis the season of frivolity as wizened caricatures wearing frayed mantles of fame of what was once funny fills the television screen. With his massive Progressive head
Chevy Chase, the 'King of the Failed Flop Sweat' talk show and prurient Lefty.
Gee, Chevy we miss all of those Vacation movies. All of them. Yes.Yes.Yes.
Oh, look ! It's Ed Begley, Jr. on his bicycle. Yet, again.
Yes! Here is the ubiquitous Robin Williams. Hooray, hooray ! Revel in anticipation of Robin's hyperventilation rip-off of Jonathan Winters. Yet, there is still more. But, of course, what celebrity soaked event can beam out it's dictum of Hollywood political pabulum without Sean Penn and his Irish frown. Oh, yummy ! Can't you just taste Sean's hate of America and it's Liberty. Hmmm good!
We shiver in anticipation as Brad Pitt, in his newest hillbilly beard, calls
In via video phone from some exotic location. Rome? Berlin? Paris? Buffalo? Whisper, oh whisper?. Is Angelina there? If not her, then who?
Now ladies and gentlemen! The climax of our evening.
The pièce de résistance of this event.
The televised appearance of the chosen one. Chosen indeed.
The President of the United States, Barack Hussein Obama.
The man, the myth, the orgasmic finale of all things Liberal.
Vision his countenance as he praises Saint Clooney for his godliness.
All hail the Emperor who has traded his clothes for a teleprompter.
Ah, the cosmic compassion of a President who doesn't hate black people.
Behold the waving of his magic wand as he anoints his Hollywood trolls.
Arise my Leftist Oompa-Loompa's and goose-step with me to a land far and away.
This land is the scalloped fields of celebrity fund raisers and black tie events.
The other side of the rainbow where all Liberals are praised for trying.
Trying is better than doing. Feeling is better than believing. Perception is easier than reality.
Is our show over now ? Please provide us with more video inebriation. Has the masochistic self congratulations of our celluloid heroes dimmed with the passing of 10 PM Eastern / 9 PM Central.
How shall we wait for the next great disaster, catastrophe, famine or war.
What of Brad, Matt and Ben. Drew Barrymore and the cast of Jersey Shore. We must have more Ben Stiller and his suicidal sidekick, Owen Wilson as they mug for us.
Alas, Conan as Coco is gone and Letterman is passé. And Leno has aged beyond humor.
Who will tell me which Democrat to vote for ?
Who will tell me which Progressive fable is fact ?
Who will tell me what sacrifice I must make for their cause célèbre ?
Friedrich Nietzsche's philosophical concept of eternal recurrence
, the universe and its events have already occurred and will recur ad infinitum, seems so frighteningly appropriate to the current wave of Progressive euphoria. The mania for Hope and Change was sung by the mob of Obamamaniacs with the same love and compassion in their voice as Rage Against the Machine shoving 'Killing in the Name Of ' down our throats. Embrace Hope and Change or beware the consequences. The irony is uniquely sublime. To quote the favorite political philosopher of the Obama administration, Karl Marx, "History repeats itself, first as tragedy, second as farce." Farce, indeed.
The realpolitik of Hope and Change translates as a metaphor for the massive tidal wave of Federal spending that made FDR a god within the Democrat Party politburo. The disaster of FDRism and the decades of spending like drunken sailors that followed didn't educate the Cronkite-addled parents and their flower power children to the reality of failure that is the end result of Progressive policies.After decades of the failed Great Society it should have been assumed that the Gilligan's Island vapidness of George McGovern and his cadre of post-Watergate hippies in three-piece suits would finally have driven the last nail into the coffin of the Progressive movement. Assume, indeed.
Reminiscent of Uma Thurman climbing out of Paula Schultz's grave, the specter of Progressive politics recapturing power in Washington had proven as unlikely as John Cusack jump starting his career as a movie star in 'Hot Tub Time Machine.' Yet, here we are. Barack Obama, Pelosi, Reid, Barney Frank and Joe ' Pass Me the Bottle' Biden, have repackaged and remarketed Progressivism as Obamanism, much as Jersey Shore is a repackaged Real World. Different look, different name, different stars, but the same tired old schtick. Failure remarketed as the future.
The short memory of the American public, which explains the numerous career rebirths of Alec Baldwin, provides the ultimate answer to Nietzsche's question of eternal recurrence versus the idea of personal uniqueness in a universe of chaos. The singular uniqueness, the special once in a lifetime experience that the Obamacrat movement promised and promoted, proved a boost to the national morale much as half a bottle of Paxil and a fifth of Finlandia would jolt your Serotonin production. The initial rush would be exhilarating, but the hangover would either put you in the hospital or the cemetery.
Selling your soul to the devil or George Soros will only lead to a self-fulfilling prophesy of compromise, inaction and failure.The Portrait of Dorian Gray is a work of fiction.The real mirror for Barack Obama is the growing disappointment among his ardent and hysterical followers.You can count the falling poll numbers not by the evening news, but from the growing number of Obama/Biden bumper stickers that are being peeled off bumpers and windows.
Part of the greatest frustration of informed conservatives during the 2008 election cycle was the obvious fraud and dime store cheapness of the Obama campaign. How obvious was the cynicism and self-mockery of the Democrat Party political monolith towards the people whose mantle of welfare they claim to wear. Barack Obama offered the olive branch of peace, post- partisan and post-racial politics to a populace weary of eight years of Leftist manufactured angst. The Right had seen this dog and pony show too many times over the years to believe it could be sold again and so convincingly. And yet to the head shaking dismay of conservatives the age old adage so eloquently put forth by H.L. Mencken still held sway. "Nobody ever went broke underestimating the taste of the American public." Or perhaps the quote sometimes accredited to P.T. Barnum is more apt, "There's a sucker born every minute."
How bright was the light of an inexperienced, overly ambitious politician, whose only public service experience consisted of questionable community organizing with dubious Leftist .org groups and voting present in the Illinois State House so often that the Guinness Book of World Records had booked rooms at the Springfield Holiday Inn. After only one political season in the Oval Office a darkness of ineptitude and arrogance has descended upon the D.C. Beltway. The purity of Barack that drove women swooning in the aisles of convention halls and public parks, as if Elvis had beamed down into the lobby of the Drake Hotel, has been diluted by the reality of failure that is the historic trademark of progressivism.
Regardless of the label on the bottle Progressivism is still Socialism.
Socialism is still Marxism.
And Marxism is still the blood and guts of the Democrat Party.
The talent of ego, which Obama has in abundance, no doubt inherited from his father, who had the gift of verbal seduction so strong that Errol Flynn would have cried from envy, was his greatest campaign tool and is proving to be his greatest hindrance to governing. Still stuck in the polemetry of the campaign trail and either unable or unwilling to sit in the seat of power and govern, Barack Obama still flits around the nation and around the globe. Whether campaigning for the Olympics at the behest of the Daley machine, flying to Copenhagen to ramble on about climate change, traveling the world crooning the classic Connie Francis tune, 'I'm Sorry', the President seems forever stuck in the groove of talking about what he wants to do, instead of doing what he say needs to be done. Talk is indeed cheap. And easier.
The price of Presidential success is waking up the day after the inauguration and realizing that you are where the buck stops. How much easier it must be to discuss problems than to have to provide answers. As for the kool-aid connoisseurs on the Left how much gristle do they need to satisfy their hunger for revenge against all things Bush.Who can blame any man or woman who prefers the soft padded seat of Air Force One as it speeds away from Andrews Air Force base and the problems that living in the White House entails.
The President apparently prefers speaking from the campaign trail as opposed to governing from the desk of the White House. It must truly be a burden to alight from the various altars of Obama worship and face the harsh lights of reality. Far from the flashing neon images and the freshly printed signs bearing the logo of the once and future messiah the harshness of the day after can be quite traumatic. If only in the alternate world of Leftist fantasy could Barack forgo the complexities of compromise that define national politics. If wishes were horses then Barack and the Democrat Party could turn back the clock to a time when campaign promises were just words and image was the critical issue of the day and just bask in the unbearable lightness of Barack Obama.
"Man is insatiable for power; he is infantile in his desires and, always discontented with what he has, loves only what he has not. People complain of the despotism of princes; they ought to complain of the despotism of man."
- Joseph De Maistre
"The supreme mystery of despotism, its prop and stay, is to keep men in a state of deception, and with the specious title of religion to cloak the fear by which they must be held in check, so that they will fight for their servitude as if for salvation." - Baruch de Spinoza
One of the primary campaign edicts of the Obama presidential campaign was Barack Obama’s vow to establish complete and immediate transparency in government. The Obama administration committed itself to be the most transparent in history. Indeed, the squealing and squalling for a transparent Federal bureaucracy became a central point for Democrat campaigners nationwide.
Of course this promise, like most promises Democrats make in the heat of a campaign was soon to be ignored. No, not ignored. Trampled into the muck and mire of the political trenches that is Washington. Yes, trampled is a more apt verb. Trampled under their hatred for George W. Bush. Trampled under their greed for power. Trampled under the weight of their hatred for America and the promise of liberty that is the embodiment of America.
Indeed the Obama/Pelosi/Reid regime has proven themselves to be as transparent as Heydrich and Eichmann at the Wannsee conference. Apparently the definition of transparency has been rewritten in the Webster’s dictionary as the embodiment of total secrecy and an arrogant disregard for the electorate. Though back room secret dealings are as old as the Wormley House Agreement ,when Hayes was given the Presidency over Tilden, the brazen imperial arrogance of the Democrat leadership has raised the bar for all future despots for generations to come.
Spinoza wrote of the need to 'keep men in a state of deception, and with the specious title of religion to cloak the fear by which they must be held in check', the religion used today to cloak our fear is the religion of big government.
The Democrat Party cloaks their hunger for power and control in the guise of protecting those less fortunate from fear.
Fear of climate change.
Fear of no safety net.
Fear of no health insurance.
Fear of Freedom of Speech.
Fear of no Big Brother to protect us.
Fear of Conservative talk radio.
Fear of Republicans.
Fear of Liberty.
The only thing despots ever fear is the light of day.
Open door discussion, even with a sycophantic Liberal press on their knees in supplicant adoration, would be a sobering experience for the self-righteous hordes of Obamamanics. The withering masses of lemmings, who memorized whole passages of Bill Ayers' 'Dreams of My Father', as if it were the year 1611 and the King James Bible was entering it's first printing, could not stand the toxic shock of learning that the Democrat Party and Barack Obama in particular actually hold their flock of sheep in violent contempt. The revelation that they had been sold the reality of socialism in a bright, shiny package of Hope and Change would be so traumatic that the stock of GlaxoSmithKline and Eli Lilly would quadruple overnight. The revelation of the true Hope and Change that Barack, Harry and Nancy want is not a dream and hope of change for the people, but the dream and hope of massive, undeniable and total government control of all facets of American life. And, of course, this massive Federal monolith would be ruled by a Democrat Party and it's community organizer zamploit's so large and out of control it would make FDR look like a Libertarian.
Following in the shining path of Mao, Ho Chi Minh, Lenin and Stalin our glorious leader is crafting a legacy that would enshrine his bronze and granite countenance on every public square across the United States, as well as every Third-World country that sleeps at night dreaming of the Marxist utopia that is just out of reach. In his self-proclaimed permanent campaign role, Barack smiles and waxes poetic in public, but like all despots, he plans and schemes and spins his webs of socialist dreams with the worn thread of Federal regulations and government agencies. As Hitler achieved total power through legal means, so does the Democrat Party, as they ruthlessly pursue their Sixties wet dream of a Radicalized Federal government that places control above freedom, security over liberty and fear in place of courage.
The arrogance of power is nothing new to Liberals in general and the Democrat Party in particular. The Democrat National Committee has been crafted as the party of Federal totalitarianism since the end of the Vietnam War. The likes of McGovern, Kennedy and Church railed against Republican policies, while formulating their own long term plans for the peaceful take over of the American dream. Previewing their tattooed frowns before the American people as the face of Hope and Change, the current Democrat Party has evolved into a political machine which resembles the Soviet apparchniks more than the American Founding Fathers.
As the cascading number of closed door meetings within the Democrat Party in the Congress and the Oval Office, exclusive to all differing opinions, is proving, the centuries old practice of hiding the accumulation of legal power from the uninformed public is still to the taste of tyrants. Byzantine rules and tactics have always proven to be the most effective legal tool of the disingenuous and the corrupt. It is only now that the dream and spirit and future of America is in mortal danger. The moral dishonesty and cultural divisiveness that the Liberals have been cultivating for generations has reached it’s season for feast or famine. The tipping point between freedom and fascism in upon us.
The time is now for the Democrats and their minions to reap what they have sowed. It is also the time for a pliant and complacent America to reap what it has sowed. As De Maistre wrote, ‘People complain of the despotism of princes; they ought to complain of the despotism of man.’ Perhaps de Maistre should be paraphrased, ‘People complain of the despotism of princes; they ought to beware the despotism of Democrats.’
Stephen Guy Hardin
HARDIN REPUBLIC
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The Politics of Submission
by Stephen Guy Hardin
December 7, 2009.
Main Entry: sub·mis·sion Pronunciation: \səb-'mi-shən\ Function: noun
[Middle English submissioun, from Old French submission, from Latin submissiō, submissiōn-, a lowering, from submissus, past participle of submittere, to set under; see submit.]
1 : the condition of being submissive, humble, or compliant 2 : an act of submitting to the authority or control of another
Tom Brokaw wrote , ‘The Greatest Generation' , which heralded the strength and will and determination of a generation of Americans who survived the Great Depression, fought World War Two and forged a nation that would win the Cold War. Though Brokaw is justifiably proud and respectful of this generation of great Americans, it is the political party and the political ideology of Brokaw and his generation of Sixties cultural revolutionaries that is undermining and attempting to destroy everything that the Greatest Generation sacrificed to build.
The radical chic of the Sixties counterculture has corroded to it’s current guttural level of a post-bourgeois mind set that values political correctness over freedom of speech. Just as the years wore down and dulled the fighting edge of the generation of the Second World War, the need to feed the kids, pay the mortgage and buy the newest Range Rover has dulled the radical senses of the Liberal elitist class. Rather than debate and dissect and protest current political points of contention, the modern Liberal pours their collective radical energy into pushing their kids Girl Scout cookies and campaigning for the much coveted position of treasurer of their local PTA. Radical chic, indeed?
Since the common collective denominator of the classic American Liberal is a toxic mix of anger, guilt and loathing for all things American, the appearance of Barack Hussein Obama skipping merrily down the yellow brick road arm in arm with George Soros and Bill Ayers was indeed a magical image. Neatly packaged as the 'safe' Black man, who to paraphrase Vice-President Biden, was neat and well spoken, Barack and his well camouflaged cadre of pseudo-Marxist political advisors crafted a political campaign that eventually out lied and out spent the campaign of a true Sixties radical, Hillary Clinton.
Earnestly joined by Michele Obama, playing her role of the oppressed yet privileged angry Black woman, this power couple proved themselves to be the perfect dynamic duo to engage and excite the jaded 'Desperate Housewives' of the American Left. George Soros, as the enlightened European immigrant, who makes his millions upon the back of the American dream, while denouncing the system he has abused, and Bill Ayers, a hard-core, unrepentant American terrorist, as the ghostwriter and puppet master proved as effective a team as Hitler and Goring when they masterminded the burning of the Reichstag.
One can only imagine the orgasmic fits that must have engulfed the guilt laded millionaires of Wall Street, who had dutifully maintained their Democrat Party registration, while cashing in on the economic euphoria of excess of the Reagan Revolution. How they must have unconsciously giggled as schoolgirls as they wrote out check after check to finance the campaign of 'Hope' and 'Change We Can Believe In.' What an emotional release it must have been to be able to discuss the possibility of the renewal of the spirit and dream of the Sixties Counter-Revolution, instead of the stale and tired debate concerning the merits of the BMW X5 over the Porsche Cayenne as the de rigueur SUV at their tennis club.
I am a lifelong Conservative who has always practiced the politics I've preached, but I can empathize with the terrible burden that the success of pursuing the American dream must have caused for the spoiled children of the Greatest Generation. To lounge in the lap of luxury of all you marched against as a college student, while pursuing your MBA on your parents dime, has certainly created a notable chemical imbalance in their brains. I've always believed that chemical imbalance was the only explanation for successful and educated people who actively campaign to destroy their own lifestyle and the society that has embraced them. Chemical imbalance, indeed.
It is an historical truth that the basic tenants of Progressive political philosophy is a fraudulent mask disguising the corruptive hunger of mans need to control his fellow man. The driving philosophy of the Left is that people are incapable of taking care of themselves, thus the government must be grown to accommodate and enable the welfare state as the means of supplanting personal liberty for the illusion of security.
So, as the Liberal intelligentsia bow before the community organizer they have anointed, in much the same manner as Obama himself bows before all foreign rulers and potentates, we can now begin to appreciate the feeling of euphoria and release that the anxiety oppressed Left must have felt during Obama’s historic presidential run. As the Liberals and their fellow travelers roll like pigs in the mud over every overly stressed syntax of a Bill Ayers ghostwritten Obama speech, we can breathe the freshly filtered air of the Liberal emancipation from the slavery of American success.
The politics of Amercian exceptionalism has been supplanted by the politics of false guilt. The politics of Americican political discussion has been replaced by the politics of class hatred. The politics of American patriotism has been debased by the politics of self-loathing. And the politcs of life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness has been enslaved by the politics of submission.
"One thing about living in Santa Carla I never could stomach... all the damn vampires." - Grandpa in ‘The Lost Boys"
To paraphrase the grandfather in the movie, ‘The Lost Boys’, one thing about living in America I never could stomach … all the damn Liberals! Just as in the fictional movie town of Santa Carla, so it is in the United States. There is a small, but deadly enclave of Liberals who terrorize and intimidate the peaceful law biding citizenry of our nation. The Leftist Progressive activists that haunt our country practice a perverse religion of totalitarianism and self-loathing that preaches the total aberration of America and the American way of life. Much in the way that Vampires lure and seduce innocent and trusting victims to their fate, so does the American Left attempt to lure and seduce the average American voter to the fate of socialism. Only twenty percent of Americans classify themselves as Liberal, yet this twenty percent has beguiled and manipulated the machinery of public policy and public opinion to an extent that we are no longer able to see the reflection in the mirror of an America founded on the Constitution.
I have to marvel at the similarities between Vampires and Liberals.
Just as Vampires recoil at the sign of the Cross, Liberals recoil at any mention of God and church and religion. And just as Vampires recoil from the light of day, Liberals recoil when the policies they pursue are brought into the light of day.
As with the bloodsucking, cadaver consuming characteristics of the Vampire, Liberals suck the blood of creativity and motivation out of the free market society as a means of destroying the system from within. Through the masquerade of promising Hope and Change , the modern Progressive Left promises an era of bipartisan, post-racial politics that is the Vampires promise of eternal life. It is the truth of history that the promise of eternal life is only available at the price of liberty and the promise of eternal life is a promise forever beyond the reach of mortals.
There is a great scene at the end of ‘The Lost Boys’ when the kids mom makes a conscious choice to become a Vampire. She decides it is easier to go along with the most obvious sentiment instead of fighting for herself and her family. How reminiscent of the voter who shrugs their shoulders at higher fuel taxes, higher sales taxes, higher property taxes and eventually more government control of our lives. How much easier it is to accept the smooth, well-spoken image of the Vampire rather than risk your name and your position fighting against the perceived popular tide. How much easier it is to accept the smooth, well-spoken media package of Barack Obama than risk being called a racist or a hater or even un-cool or not hip.
Easier would seem to be the common denominator here.
Easier to go along with the crowd.
Easier to not think about it.
Easier to surrender.
Edgar and Alan Frog are the ‘The Lost Boys’ outspoken yet committed Vampire hunters. Treated as a barely tolerable nuisance by a populace lulled into confused complacency by the Vampires song, the Frog brothers refuse to refute their beliefs or their faith in what they are doing. Isn’t it the irony of modern America that the anti-American theology of the radical Progressive Left is merchandised in a highly polished package of mainstream normalcy. Yet in the same fit of ironic outrage the Conservative movement, which promotes and defends ‘Life, Liberty and the Pursuit of Happiness’, is maligned as a bunch of out of touch crackpots and haters. Vampires always get good press, it seems.
The Conservative movement is fortunate to have Vampire hunters in Sarah Palin, Bobby Jindal, Jim DeMint, John Boehner and company. Just as the Frog brothers refused to give up their crusade to rid Santa Carla of the plague and terror of Vampires, so does the Conservative movement and it’s own elite league of Vampire hunters refuse to renounce our beliefs, our faith and our willingness to fight for our America. From the professional politicians to the New Media Vampire hunters of Rush Limbaugh, Glenn Beck and Sean Hannity, we are poised to drive the stake of truth through the corrupt heart of Liberalism.
Barack Obama was successfully packaged, marketed and sold by an evil genius team of Leftist millionaires and political deviants. George Soros, David Axelrod, Valerie Jarrett, David Plouffe and the SEIU’s Andy Stern were overwhelmingly successful in pushing forth a novice and naïve Chicago Black Liberation proponent as the embodiment of Change and Hope. Vampires should never be accused of being dumb…. or bad at marketing. Every Vampire movie ultimately ends with the climatic stake through the heart scene. So, our current plague of Liberal Vampires will meet their fate. Ronald Reagan was the stake through the heart of a recalcitrant Seventies-era Liberal hangover and so will the next Republican President drive the stake of Conservatism through the empty soul of Liberalism. The days of the Vampires have always been numbered, as are the days of Obama and his ‘Lost Boys.’
Stephen Guy Hardin
HARDIN REPUBLIC
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"Swiming In Shark Infested Waters or More Commonly Known As Politics."
The Angriest President
By Stephen Guy Hardin September 18, 2009.
'There's a place in the world for the angry young man With his working class ties and his radical plans He refuses to bend, he refuses to crawl, And he's always at home with his back to the wall. And he's proud of his scars and the battles he's lost, And he struggles and bleeds as he hangs on his cross- And he likes to be known as the angry young man.' "Angry Young Man" - Billy Joel
Like another bad film starring a topless Maggie Gyllenhaal or another misguided pseudo I Heart Huckabees misfire, we have a President who lives in his own ultimate truth of reality, in which he is a star searching for a venue to display the luster of his destiny. It is indeed unfortunate for Barack Obama to live in a reality that denies him the venue of fame that only exists in the mind of the angriest President. Placed upon a global stage that can no longer be manipulated by George Soros and Oprah, Barack Obama must contend with the tedium of liberal Sunday talking head shows and stale David Letterman sycophancy to convey his dated and discredited creed of Marxism and social injustice. Imitating a B-grade trade show convention speaker for the Peoria Chapter of the Black Panthers, Barack ticks off tired racial clique after tired racial clique, as the over ripened congregation of middle aged activists check their Blackberry's and pick at the stale remains of their catered lasagna in anticipation of the post-convention trip to the nearest strip club.
In a sad imitation of Al Pacino in Devil's Advocate, our angriest President smirks and grimaces and berates and lectures to his captive audiences of union thugs and community activists. Beating the dead horse of socialized medicine beyond all recognition of the reality of public opinion, our angriest President refuses to step from the enlightened path of his wage against the machine. Hiding his life of privilege and preference beneath the color of rage and resentment, Barack reels fact after misshapen fact at a public increasingly disengaged from the rhetoric of an angry middle aged man. The compulsion of anger has replaced the debate over policy, with emotion and feelings replacing facts and fairness. The only consistent element in Barack's campaign of public enlightenment is anger and glorified moral outage at the supremacy of corruption and white man's greed disguised under the cloak of the status quo.
When all hope of political or moral victory has been exhausted the angriest President refuses to change course or concede defeat. Only knowing the currents of conflict that belong back in the history of the streets of Hyde Park, Barack only knows the theory of the attack. Unable to acknowledge defeat or consider compromise, the angriest President only knows to walk the path he has learned from the disciples of the Weather Underground and the Nation of Islam. This path is the one where he is always deferred to due to his cultural heritage, his politically correct African name and the carefully manicured socialist caricature that is Barack Obama. Conflicted by the divergent goals of politics and idealism, Barrack is no longer able to resolve the disappointment of reality with the compromise of politics. Anger has replaced the soul of a man who once sought to placate the suffering of his people and lead a nation he despises into a new age of cultural enlightenment and political correctness.
Brainwashed in the classic prose of Che and Mao to be the unthinking and unfeeling soldier of a revolution that never was, Barack sings the song of the pedantic poet who inhabited the unemployment lines in Cambridge and Chicago in the era of post sixties chic radicalism that were discredited when he was still a child playing in the sands of Waikiki. Evolving from Bob Dylan's John Wesley Harding to the casual counter-racism of Kanye West playing for a Katrina opiated media orgy, our angriest President has adopted his classroom learned message of reversing social injustice to his megalomaniacal message of liberal fascism masked as government for the people and by the people.
Living in the alternate reality of the social activist gone Hollywood, where chaos and suffering are gleaned as opportunities to harness the sufferings and dreams of the people he claims to strive for, our angriest President interprets the histories of Malcolm X and Dr. King as unfulfilled shadows of the greatness he feels destined to eclipse. Discarding the history of a nation that has given him the opportunity for greatness, Barack squanders and maligns the greatness of America in a vain and megalomaniacal quest to create the image of a Leader that will eclipse all who have gone before and all who will come after. The realization that this holy quest is fleeting, depending upon the whim of public opinion of the great unwashed masses, only increases the fury and uncivil discourse of our angriest President.
Striking in similarity to the growing smallness of Jimmy Carter during the waning days of his Presidential malaise, Barack is nearing the sweater wearing period of his administration in which he blames his political bankruptcy on the American voter and avoids the image of failure he sees in the mirror. Embarking upon the tread worn path of mediocrity well known to Democrat Presidents of the past, Barack Obama only knows to proclaim his vision upon the sound stages of Hollywood and other safe havens of the Liberal celebrity carousel. As though auditioning for the tenth round of an e-Harmony ad, Barack breaks out his well rehearsed dog and pony show lamenting the horrors of the American cultural genocide against the oppressed communities of Southside Chicago. Deigning to step down from the pinnacle of the Presidency to the gutter of the modern American celebrity, Barack Obama refuses to bend, refuses to crawl, and he's always at home with his back to the wall, and he's proud of his scars and the battles he's lost, and he struggles and bleeds as he hangs on the cross, andhe's doomed to be known as the angriest President.
" Change will not come if we wait for some other person or some other time. We are the ones we've been waiting for. We are the change that we seek. " - Barack Obama.
"Fascism will come to America in the name of anti fascism." - Huey P. Long.
"Fascism should more appropriately be called Corporatism because it is a merger of state and corporate power. " - Benito Mussolini.
History repeats itself.
This is the first rule of history.
Man is a creature of habit and the lessons of failure are easily forgotten. Time and time again men and women rise through the structure of their culture, yet fail to observe the failures of those who went before them. It is much too easy and gratifying to feed the individual ego with the delusion that I am the One who will succeed where others failed.
I am the One who will make socialism work.
I am the One who will make nationalized healthcare a reality.
I am the One who will lower the oceans.
I am the One who will rectify the injustice done to the oppressed people of the world.
I am the One who will create a new One World order.
I am the One you have been waiting for.
Fascism, the blending of corporate and government into a unified command and control totalitarian regime, is not an American invention, but it is one that has been attempted in the United States. All historical surges of fascism, socialism and communism take advantage of economic recession and depression, when the psyche and morale of the populace is at it's weakest. Fear and panic is the short fuse for the rise of totalitarianism. The evil of totalitarianism knows no national boundaries or observes no legal etiquette. It is a constant threat to all republics and democracies.
Huey Long built a political machine in Louisiana that was based on class hatred and the promise of radical redistribution of wealth. Tax the rich into submission and hand out bread to the poor, while pocketing the difference. "Share the Wealth" was the signature program of Long's administration. The practice of newspaper censorship and the creation of special police units and state boards to shutdown any opposition was the harsh reality of his regime. This is the clearest example of Obama's blueprint for America's future.
Campaign slogans promising change and prophesying hope is the true opiate of the masses. These are the tools used to achieve the only campaign goal that will be realized. The accumulation and consolidation of total power is the final result of the campaign that must be achieved at all costs. Bright shining banners, freshly polished jackboots, bonfires and speeches or the bright pastel logos on airliners flying from one campaign stop to another, these are all the marketing tools of fascism. The times may change and the days of war veterans marching under party banners may have evolved to the modern image of ACORN and SEIU union thugs and Black Panthers intimidating voters, but the ash heap of history is filled with the dreams of the naive and the hopes of the foolish.
Barack Obama is the hero of his own life.
Megalomania is the prerequisite for revolutionaries. Though the standard Leftist histories paint Che and Fidel and Lenin and Trotsky as selfless martyrs who sacrificed all for the masses of the downtrodden, the reality to those who haven't had their brains turned into mush by alcohol addled Leftist college professors, is that all of Barack's heroes were fascists in the truest sense of the word.
Like his idols before him, Barack Obama is consumed by the political deification of being Barack Obama. His only true revolutionary crusade is the compulsion to carve his likeness in the history books alongside the gods that form the altar of his political dogma.
Lenin ended the reign of the Czar and murdered thousands in the name of Marx.
Stalin murdered millions in the name of the People.
Hitler built autobahns and industrialized genocide.
Mussolini made the trains run on time and invaded helpless, backward nations.
Obama promises Hope and Change for those who follow his star.
If history is to be the judge again,
one has to ponder the future of the Republic,
fear for the minds of the people
and tremble for theFascism of 'HOPE.'
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"Buddha in a Brooks Brothers Suit."
By Stephen Guy HardinJuly 31, 2009.
'Here is Edward the Bear, coming downstairs
now, bump,bump,bump, on the back of his
head, behind Christopher Robin. It is, as far
as he knows, the only way of coming
downstairs, but sometimes he feels that
there really no other way, if only he could
stop bumping for a moment and think of
it. And then he feels that perhaps there
isn't. Anyhow, here he is at the bottom,
and ready to be introduced to you.
Winnie-the-Pooh.' - A.A. Milne
And now we begin the magical journey into the mythical land of liberal unicorns and leftist rainbows. This is a fairly tale land where anger and rage are the natural emotions and motives of all the furry, woodland creatures, gnomes and fairies that inhabit the looking glass land on the other side of a Hollywood sound stage. Among all of these curious creatures that represent every color of the leftist political spectrum sits the all knowing, all assuming, all consuming frowning Cheshire cat, who sits cross-legged upon his uneasy throne. His mysterious, magical majesty the Buddha Barack.
Encased in a gray non-glistening Brooks Brothers suit and black, Allen-Edmonds oxfords, and burgundy guards stripe tie, he nests upon the dominant knoll of his kingdom. Able to purvey all within his view through half opened eyes. Lips pursed in his trademarked firm, strict tightness. Never at ease, yet always aware. Alert to the chaos and disquiet that is the beating heart of all things liberal.
Everything has it's place in the cosmic universe of surreal emotional dysfunction and rage suppression. Radiating a Dexmedetomidine-induced sedation as a mask of supposed wisdom and parching rhetorical political strategies and tread worn socialist pabulum as the essence of Wu Wei, our valiant Buddha Barack, floats in an ethereal haze of profound consciousness, which belies the reality of his rage and resentment for the existing cultural structure of the society beyond the looking glass.
Pronouncing his daily contemplations of the injustice of oppressive American society and worshipped by his adorning minions in the guise of Ralm Emmanuel, Robert Gibbs, Carol M. Browner and other various and sundry fellow travelers, the brave and solitary Buddha Barack is the sublime portrait of languid enlightenment as he attempts to create in his own image the ideal worker's paradise that has fallen out of the grasp of so many of his previous gods and demi-gods. From Che to Fidel. From Mao to Lenin. From McGovern to Carter. All his fallen deities have betrayed his socialist fantasies. So desperate in his tranquility to become the image of the man in his father's dreams, Buddha Barack pursues the punk attitude of early Blink 182 and the Euro-global star catcher egotism of Bono singing for alms for the bottomless abyss of warlord Africa.
Faltering under the weight of the image makers, Buddha Barack lets slip the dogs of his childhood anger and rage at the machine that is capitalist America. Calling forth the two headed hydra that is class contempt and racial hatred, Buddha Barack strives to crack the mirror and destroy all which he abhors. Thus allowing the leftist world of opposite values, morals and beliefs to pour through the ruptured portal and corrupt and displace the enlightenment of liberty and freedom that is the bodhi of America.
While debasing the innocence of Pooh, betraying the eternal truth of Buddha and corrupting the Three Jewels of Tao... Compassion, Moderation and Humility, Barack Obama has proven that the transparency of dishonest polemics will ensure the destruction of liberalism. The culture of liberalism is the culture of opposites. Immoral is moral, up is down and criminal is legal. As with all fairy tales and magic shows featuring smoke and mirrors, when the light of day exposes the frailty of liberal lies, the truth will drive away the devils lingering in the shadows. Values and morals and grounded beliefs in faith and tradition will always provide light in the darkness.
Herein lies the inevitable but undeniable truth that ends our fable. There are no pots of gold beyond the rainbow. A society without structure or motivation or achievement cannot survive the will of man to succeed. In the harsh reality of the real world, fairy tales and unicorns do not exist and the Buddha in a Brooks Brothers suit is only human after all.
I am constantly asked about the motivations of President Obama.
Is he really that smart? Why is he pursuing a socialist agenda? Does he have a grand plan to collapse the economy? What is he really doing? Does he know what he's doing?
These questions are on everyone's minds from Rush Limbaugh to Glenn Beck to my neighbor on the other side of my fenced in backyard. Having spent a lifetime being disdainful and distrusting of politicians I always recommend that if you want to know about a politician forget the speeches and campaign promises and look at their life before politics. That is where the answers are usually found.
With the current leader of the (still) free world, Barack Hussein Obama, Junior, the questions about motivation and personality are actually very easily answered. One only has to look at his history and his hero's. Or more specifically one hero.
Like most of his fellow revolutionaries, Barack is a one track kind of guy.
Intelligent...undoubtedly. Charismatic... sometimes. Educated... by academic standards, yes. But he is still a one track, narrow minded personality who only knows the words to one song. Once you get past the sound of the music and listen to the lyrics the song doesn't really make much sense, similar to any Elton John song from the '70's.
In many, many (many ) respects Barack is the conscious reincarnation of his childhood and college days hero, Che Guevara. Except Barack lacks the intestinal fortitude for actual physical combat that Che displayed in Cuba, the Congo and Bolivia. Like his foster parent, the Reverend Wright, Barack preferred his battles on the streets of the South Side of Chicago when the news crews were filming and his nights spent up in the cushier and safer confines of Chicago's Gold Coast raising money for his next political campaign.
Che Guevara, unlike his sometime bed-partner and fellow drag queen Fidel Castro, was a pedantic, rigid , Marxist puritan, who preferred confrontation over compromise and was totally and completely unable to tolerate any disagreement with his divinely inspired viewpoints. Che's way of dealing with political or cultural descent involved a firing squad and the command , "Fuego!", which I'm sure would suit our current President just as well.
The rigid dedication to his doctrines and beliefs in the universal truth of socialism is the hallmark of any typical leftist college professor who hasn't spent a day in his life lifting more than a textbook or a glass of wine at a college fundraiser at Occidental College or Columbia University. Everything Barack eats, sleeps and breathes is classroom rhetoric which never made it past the reality of the core requirement of freshman, "Political Philosophy 101." And like all professors in the self-contained empires that are their classrooms, he is accustomed to not having anyone disagree with the moral certitude of his viewpoint on all things pertaining to social justice, blah, blah, blah.
So, now we have Professor Barack 'Che' Obama giving the real working classes of America classroom lectures about the merits of national socialism and the evils of free market capitalism. I feel like I'm time warping back to the early '80's. Any moment I expect to hear Boy George and the Culture Club strike up "Karma Chameleon" or "Church of the Poison Mind." Yikes!
As history proved almost 40 years ago, Che's brand of ideologically rigid, Maoist-inspired socialism failed miserably when applied to the real world of the Congo and Bolivia as well as the reality of post-revolution Cuba. It was the leadership and political ability of Castro that created and evolved the revolution in Cuba into a permanent dictatorship instead of a utopian workers paradise that Che fantasized about.
For all the poetic innovations for class struggle and class warfare Che Guevara preached, in the final analysis his politics of puritanical Marxism failed in the same way that President Obamas politics of puritanical socialism will fail. Americans don't take well to being lectured by the elite, especially by men who only know how to run a classroom and recite someone else's words off a teleprompter.
One Che Guevara is enough. We certainly don't need Professor Barack 'Che' Obama scolding us for not doing our homework assignment or not paying attention during his lectures about the evils of America. Class dismissed.
From my observations over the past few decades of Liberal watching, which I must say is a very frustrating pastime, I have come to the realization, or should I say epiphany, that for all the Liberal ranting and raving about God and religion, Liberals do indeed worship a god (small g) of their own choosing.They worship upon the alter of Anger and Rage and Fairness.Pelosi, Reid, Frank and the newest cherub to descend upon the Beltway from the clouds, Al Franken, include into every phrase or title or bill some variation of the word Fair, Fairness, Equal, Level Playing Field, Global or just plain Comrade. The list can go on for days, as can they, and like all true religious zealots anyone who disagrees with them is the worst kind of bigot, racist, sexist, homophobe, blah, blah, blah. Much like the godfather (small g) of all these Lefties, Karl Marx and his "special" male patron Fredrick Engels, who co-pioneered the philosophy of class envy and hatred, Liberals are arrogantly and blissfully content with the hypocrisy and double standard of their lifestyle.
Not unlike Hitler turning against the Jews who had befriended him in Austria when he was a starving young sociopath, Marx turned against the class of people who had aided and befriended him when he was starving and unable to provide for his family.While going through his limited family money and then squandering the funds from his poor deluded wife, Marx wrote and theorized, a typical Leftist pursuit, about the denigration of the poor working classes by the oppressive elites and so on and so on.I've always found Marx speaking on behalf of the working classes a little humorous considering he never did an honest day's work in his life, other than giving his “patron” Frederick Engels daily foot massages.But, of course, this is what Liberals do, as they try and achieve a balanced emotional state without the benefit of mood altering medication. Only by yelling, berating and denigrating Conservatives, America and anyone who has the misfortune to be within screaming distance of them, are Liberals able to achieve a Zen-like state of calm and inner peace that only the true sociopath knows.
Nancy Pelosi, Ted "Wrong Way" Kennedy, Al Franken, Harry Reid, John " I Only Marry For Money" Kerry and the list of Liberal 'Champions of the Oppressed Working Class' goes on and on and what is the one thing these self-anointed saviors have in common...uh, wait a minute. Almost got it... Yes, you're right! They are all millionaires several times over and they have all earned their money the old fashioned way. By stealing it or in Ted Kennedy's case his dad stole it.Hypocrisy your name is Liberal.
The next time you see a flock of familiar Liberal/Democrat politicians gather around a microphone, any microphone, and their faces are contorted in anger and disgust at the evil that is America, just remember that they are all richer than you and I could ever hope to become in two lifetimes.They have their own limos, private jets, personal armed security guards, multiple homes, wives and girlfriends, as well as being on a first name basis with the crème de la crème of the top leftist morons of Hollywood.Rumor even has it that Nancy Pelosi has a private chapel build into her Senate office for private prayer sessions before convening the House of Representatives.
So anytime Liberals begin to make you feel guilty about not being poor or angst about how evil America really is or even about the injustice of you just being alive remember who these people really are and how they really live when the cameras aren't rolling.Visualize, if you will, the image of Nancy Pelosi in her private Senate office chapel. There she is kneeling on her alter of bleeding hearts and making her peace before God as she heads into battle with the evil legions of Conservatives. Genuflecting to the holy sacrament of DasKapital , crossing herself and saying, "...the Father, the Son and the Holy Ghost of Marx.”
"I've Got You, Mary Bono Mack"
ByStephen Guy Hardin June 27, 2009.
Washington, Jun 18- Congresswoman Mary Bono Mack (CA-45) today issued the following statement on climate change legislation, urging the Majority to allow more time for bipartisan negotiations on the bill before it heads to the House floor for a vote:
"Any bill of this magnitude deserves bipartisan consideration and input," said Bono Mack. "It is clear that Members on both sides of the aisle have deep concerns about multiple issues within this legislation, and I appreciate the Speaker’s willingness to meet with Republicans today to identify these issues as we move forward.
"As I noted in Committee, this climate change bill is far from perfect but sets us on an important path toward a greener, more sustainable energy future. By allowing this legislation to be fully evaluated and incorporating bipartisan input, we can improve this bill for the benefit of Americans across the country.
"I am concerned that bringing the bill to the floor next week is too premature to properly evaluate Members’ concerns and implement needed improvements."
The preceding blog is from Congresswoman Mary Bono Mack's official Congressional website for her 45th District.
I must admit that I find it a little ironic that Congresswoman Bono Mack posted this blog on June 18th and on June 26th she and seven like-minded Liberal Republicans voted with the Democrat majority in the House to pass the Cap In Trade bill under the guise of protecting the environment. The only environment Mary Bono Mack is apparently interested in protecting is the political environment of the House that Nancy has built.
This bill, Mrs. Bono Mack has crossed party lines to support, is so egregious that forty Democrats voted against it. Yet,she is swollen with pride of accomplishment for her bi-partisanship in providing Mrs. Pelosi with yet another turncoat...uh, I mean crossover vote.
Considering that we are over six months into what is considered the most radical leftist regime in United States history, since the first hundred days of FDR, why would any Republican vote for anything the Obama/Pelosi regime puts forward? One must be led to assume that, like Republican turncoat Arlen Specter in the Senate, Mrs. Bono Mack is more interested in currying the favor of Speaker Pelosi, Henry Waxman and the other assorted ruffians and scoundrels that make up the Democrat House leadership than she is in representing the voters of her district and the best interests of her country.
As long as the GOP has members in the House and the Senate who would rather dance to the tune that Speaker Pelosi and her fellow socialists...uh, I mean Democrats, play the Republican Party will forever be a party out of power. I am rather confident that when Speaker Pelosi looks out upon the House from her throne, she sees Congresswoman Bono Mack and her fellow RINO’s and hums the Sonny and Cher classic, "I've Got You, Babe" and you and you and...
Here are the Republican's In Name Only (RINO's) who voted with the Obama/Pelosi Regime on this bill.
1- Mary Bono Mack (CA) 2 - Mike Castle (DE) 3 - Mark Kirk (IL) 4 - Leonard Lance (NJ) 5 - Frank Lobiondo (NY) 6 - John McHugh (NY) 7 - Dave Reichert (WA) 8 - Chris Smith (NJ)
Next Year In Jerusalem ? by Stephen Guy Hardin 6/7/2009
I can't help but think of the overwhelming financial and voter support for Barack Obama which poured forth from the American Jewish community during the 2008 Presidential election. Mr. Obama benefited from overwhelming Jewish support even though his pro-Arab/anti-Israel policy positions were well known among the electorate. It appears from post-election polling data that the days of the American Jewish community standing firmly in support of Israel has been supplanted by an overwhelming loyalty to the Democrat Party or more precisely the extreme Left wing of the Democrat Party and its agenda of social change.
Publicly led by the camera friendly celebrity images of Barbra Streisand and Steven Spielberg and privately financed and manipulated by George Soros and his Democracy Alliance, the Jewish voter base in the United States has realigned itself from ensuring the safety and security of Israel to the rise and cultural dominance of the far-left agenda. Perhaps this subtle but dramatic shift in loyalty and commitment can be traced to the society wide shift from religious to secular that has surged over the U.S. since the sixties. Perhaps it is the generation of sixties radicals now occupying major positions of power and influence in the Democrat Party such as Hillary Clinton, Nancy Pelosi, John Kerry etc. Or, as in most historical movements, perhaps it is a combination of these factors and more that have led the American Jewish community to abandon their traditional support of Israel for Barack Obama and his obvious disregard for the safety and survival of Israel.
Having said all this, I do wonder if there will come a tipping point when the American Jewish community will recognize the dangers their choices have created for the State of Israel or will the generations old commitment and struggle to support Israel continue to deteriorate under the weight of Liberalism's questioning of Israel's right to exist.
Where is the point going to be when the American Jewish community abandons the Democrat Party to once again support the right of Israel to exist? Or has the religion of Liberalism replaced the dream of next year in Jerusalem?
Reprinted from The Washington Times June 7,2009.
Smart Car PoliticsbyStephen Guy Hardin5/22/09
I live and work in the Atlanta metro area and in the course of my travels I visit many different parts of this vast and divergent city.Atlanta like many cities across the nation has a variety of political opinion and party affiliation based upon the politics of which area of town you live in.And like virtually every large city I am familiar with the downtown areas of Atlanta are overwhelming liberal Democrat. This includes the very rich and very white areas known as Buckhead, Mid-Town and Vinnings.Big mansions, big money and usually big cars.Usually.
While winding through the nefarious downtown traffic we consider normal I found myself following a bright new yellow Smart car. As we inched along West Paces Ferry in one of the wealthiest, old money areas Atlanta has to offer, I was astonished and then bemused to see the bright new yellow Smart car pull through the electronically controlled gates of one of the biggest and most over the top U2 lead singer style mansions along this avenue bursting with over the top nouveau rich fake Southern mansions. Of course the conclusions and observations are obvious to anyone with barely a middle school education, which includes the majority of liberals (ouch), but what better and deliciously appropriate example of the herd mentality and flagrant hypocrisy of the elitist Left could possibly be presented and on a silver platter no less. Yummy!
Oh, I forgot to mention the customized vanity plate.... "B Smart" .Seriously, folks I couldn’t make this stuff up.
It's just another example of Spielberg/Soras style politics. The politics of Pelosi and Clinton and Kerry… millionaires all.Play to your false self-aggrandizing ideology when traveling among the unwashed masses, but at night make sure you are able to put your slippers under a king-sized bed in a king-sized mansion.Smart car politics at its most obvious. Reprinted from The Washington Times May 22, 2009.
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