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by SitasMom on 03 August 2009 - 19:08
actually I cut and pasted what my 15 year old son wrote earlier in this same thread........my son is a multicultural kid, he has freinds of all different races, and as a matter of fact his best friend is african american, who happens to be a great kid.......
get off of your bullshit racist crap, we are all really sick and tired of it! becasue it is not true.......stop looking for something that is not there.......or better yet, why don' t you look at your own racist self!
my son was writing in a rather formal style and the man's name was given out in a rather formal way...
MVF go back to school - you need it!
get off of your bullshit racist crap, we are all really sick and tired of it! becasue it is not true.......stop looking for something that is not there.......or better yet, why don' t you look at your own racist self!
my son was writing in a rather formal style and the man's name was given out in a rather formal way...
MVF go back to school - you need it!
by SitasMom on 03 August 2009 - 20:08
I contend that for a nation to try to tax itself into prosperity is like a man standing in a bucket and trying to lift himself up by the handle. -- Winston Churchill
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An economics professor at a local college made a statement that he had never failed a single student before, but had once failed an entire class.
That class had insisted that Obama's socialism worked and that no one would be poor and no one would be rich, a great equalizer. The professor then said, "OK, we will have an experiment in this class on COMUNISTS plan".
All grades would be averaged and everyone would receive the same grade so no one would fail and no one would receive an A. After the first test, the grades were averaged and everyone got a B.
The students who studied hard were upset and the students who studied little were happy.
As the second test rolled around, the students who studied little had studied even less and the ones who studied hard decided they wanted a free ride too so they studied little. The second test average was a D!
No one was happy.
When the 3rd test rolled around, the average was an F.
The scores never increased as bickering, blame and name-calling all resulted in hard feelings and no one would study for the benefit of anyone else.
All failed, to their great surprise, and the professor told them that socialism would also ultimately fail because when the reward is great, the effort to succeed is great but when government takes all the reward away, no one will try or want to succeed.
Could not be any simpler than that.
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Dinner with the President, a parable
Once upon a time, I was invited to the White House for a private dinner with the President. I am a respected businessman, with a factory that produces memory chips for computers and portable electronics. There was some talk that my industry was being scrutinized by the administration, but I paid it no mind. I live in a free country. There's nothing that the government can do to me if I've broken no laws. My wealth was earned honestly, and an invitation to dinner with an American President is an honor.
I checked my coat, was greeted by the Chief of Staff, and joined the President in a yellow dining room. We sat across from each other at a table draped in white linen. The Great Seal was embossed on the China. Uniformed staff served our dinner.
The meal was served, and I was startled when my waiter suddenly reached out, plucked a dinner roll off my plate, and began nibbling it as he walked back to the kitchen.
"Sorry about that," said the President. "Andrew is very hungry."
"I don't appreciate..." I began, but as I looked into the calm brown eyes across from me, I felt immediately guilty and petty. It was just a dinner roll. "Of course," I concluded, and reached for my glass. Before I could, however, another waiter reached forward, took the glass away and swallowed the wine in a single gulp.
"And his brother Eric is very thirsty." said the President.
I didn't say anything. The President is testing my compassion, I thought. I will play along. I don't want to seem unkind. My plate was whisked away before I had tasted a bite.
"Eric's children are also quite hungry."
With a lurch, I crashed to the floor. My chair had been pulled out from under me. I stood, brushing myself off angrily, and watched as it was carried from the room.
"And their grandmother can't stand for long."
I excused myself, smiling outwardly,
by MaggieMae on 03 August 2009 - 21:08
MVF - KTF - Don't fret, you will get EXACTLY what you voted for .....
MVF -- I believe you are a RACIST and a Race-Baiter / you apparently have a guilty conscience (for whatever reason). That is your problem.
by MaggieMae on 03 August 2009 - 21:08
by SitasMom on 03 August 2009 - 21:08
MaggieMae - thanks for the back up.........that's EXACTLY what I was trying to say.
THE CONTINUATION OF THE PARABLE
I excused myself, smiling outwardly, but inside feeling like a fool. Obviously I had been invited to the White House to be sport for some game. I reached for my coat, to find that it had been taken. I turned back to the President.
"Their grandfather doesn't like the cold."
I wanted to shout- that was my coat! But again, I looked at the placid smiling face of my host and decided I was being a poor sport. I spread my hands helplessly and chuckled. Then I felt my hip pocket and realized my wallet was gone. I excused myself and walked to a phone on an elegant side table. I learned shortly that my credit cards had been maxed out, my bank accounts emptied, my retirement and equity portfolios had vanished, and my wife had been thrown out of our home. Apparently, the waiters and their families were moving in. The President hadn't moved or spoken as I learned all this, but finally I lowered the phone into its cradle and turned to face him.
"Andrew's whole family has made bad financial decisions. They haven't planned for retirement, and they need a house. They recently defaulted on a sub-prime mortgage. I told them they could have your home. They need it more than you do."
My hands were shaking. I felt faint. I stumbled back to the table and knelt on the floor. The President cheerfully cut his meat, ate his steak and drank his wine. I lowered my eyes and stared at the small grey circles on the tablecloth that were water drops.
"By the way," He added, "I have just signed an Executive Order nationalizing your factories. I'm firing you as head of your business. I'll be operating the firm now for the benefit of all mankind. There's a whole bunch of Erics and Andrews out there and they can't come to you for jobs groveling like beggars."
I looked up. The President dropped his spoon into the empty ramekin which had been his Crème Brule. He drained the last drops of his wine. As the table was cleared, he lit a cigarette and leaned back in his chair. He stared at me. I clung to the edge of the table as if were a ledge and I were a man hanging over an abyss. I thought of the years behind me, of the life I had lived. The life I had earned with a lifetime of work, risk and struggle. Why was I punished? How had I allowed it to be taken? What game had I played and lost? I looked across the table and noticed with some surprise that there was no game board between us.
What had I done wrong?
As if answering the unspoken thought, the President suddenly cocked his head, locked his empty eyes to mine, and bared a million teeth, chuckling wryly as he folded his hands.
"You should have stopped me at the dinner roll," he said.
THE CONTINUATION OF THE PARABLE
I excused myself, smiling outwardly, but inside feeling like a fool. Obviously I had been invited to the White House to be sport for some game. I reached for my coat, to find that it had been taken. I turned back to the President.
"Their grandfather doesn't like the cold."
I wanted to shout- that was my coat! But again, I looked at the placid smiling face of my host and decided I was being a poor sport. I spread my hands helplessly and chuckled. Then I felt my hip pocket and realized my wallet was gone. I excused myself and walked to a phone on an elegant side table. I learned shortly that my credit cards had been maxed out, my bank accounts emptied, my retirement and equity portfolios had vanished, and my wife had been thrown out of our home. Apparently, the waiters and their families were moving in. The President hadn't moved or spoken as I learned all this, but finally I lowered the phone into its cradle and turned to face him.
"Andrew's whole family has made bad financial decisions. They haven't planned for retirement, and they need a house. They recently defaulted on a sub-prime mortgage. I told them they could have your home. They need it more than you do."
My hands were shaking. I felt faint. I stumbled back to the table and knelt on the floor. The President cheerfully cut his meat, ate his steak and drank his wine. I lowered my eyes and stared at the small grey circles on the tablecloth that were water drops.
"By the way," He added, "I have just signed an Executive Order nationalizing your factories. I'm firing you as head of your business. I'll be operating the firm now for the benefit of all mankind. There's a whole bunch of Erics and Andrews out there and they can't come to you for jobs groveling like beggars."
I looked up. The President dropped his spoon into the empty ramekin which had been his Crème Brule. He drained the last drops of his wine. As the table was cleared, he lit a cigarette and leaned back in his chair. He stared at me. I clung to the edge of the table as if were a ledge and I were a man hanging over an abyss. I thought of the years behind me, of the life I had lived. The life I had earned with a lifetime of work, risk and struggle. Why was I punished? How had I allowed it to be taken? What game had I played and lost? I looked across the table and noticed with some surprise that there was no game board between us.
What had I done wrong?
As if answering the unspoken thought, the President suddenly cocked his head, locked his empty eyes to mine, and bared a million teeth, chuckling wryly as he folded his hands.
"You should have stopped me at the dinner roll," he said.
by sueincc on 03 August 2009 - 21:08
Oh so let me understand this: Your good buddy RayRay can talk about a "necktie party" for President Obama, and he can use the "n" word, multiple times, and he can say things like "black arrogance" and you guys don't say a word. I guess it's AOK with you guys because what, he's on "your side"? So you say nothing. Yet let one person start a thread asking about socialism/racsim and you want to accuse HIM of being a "race baiter" and a "racist"????
Talk about a bunch of hypocrites! How dare either of you have the nerve to try to say you are tired of hearing about "race" when you don't even censor one of your own for making such vile and disgusting remarks. It's exactly this kind of insidious bullshit, tolerating Raymond's brand of obnoxious nonsense out of one side of your mouth and accusing someone who asks a question about socialism/rascism of being a racist or a race baiter only because it suits your other political opinions is exactly the kind of thing that allows racism to fester in this country. It's not right, and you should be ashamed of yourselves.
And chew on this little factoid. When you say nothing to Raymond it is exactly the same as condoning him, so that makes you exactly the same as him, a bunch of ignorant racists. Lie with that miserable dog and you most definitely get his fleas.
Talk about a bunch of hypocrites! How dare either of you have the nerve to try to say you are tired of hearing about "race" when you don't even censor one of your own for making such vile and disgusting remarks. It's exactly this kind of insidious bullshit, tolerating Raymond's brand of obnoxious nonsense out of one side of your mouth and accusing someone who asks a question about socialism/rascism of being a racist or a race baiter only because it suits your other political opinions is exactly the kind of thing that allows racism to fester in this country. It's not right, and you should be ashamed of yourselves.
And chew on this little factoid. When you say nothing to Raymond it is exactly the same as condoning him, so that makes you exactly the same as him, a bunch of ignorant racists. Lie with that miserable dog and you most definitely get his fleas.
by MVF on 03 August 2009 - 23:08
Thank you, Sueincc. Your defense is valiant, but I
Keep the faith, keepthefaith. I was moved by your view, that the use of the word "socialism" may not be racist so much as it is a Lakoffian frame through which the right seeks to confine the rhetoric so as to move the blue dogs back into their camp by inflaming the passions of the uneducated.
As for the rest of you, there's not much I can say. Many of you are the apparently successful targets of the rightists framing the debate so simply that they win your vote without sense or sensibility. I never called you a racist -- except for Raymond -- although I said and repeat that if you silent during the lynching (real or metaphorical) you are guilty.
But if I ever run across the "local college economics professor" (unnamed) in the SitasMom post, I will be very happy to debate him about his pedagogy (completely unethical to fail a class for their political beliefs -- I, myself, have given A+'s to rightwing students in many terms), his understanding of comparative political systems and markets (if this description is apt, he is what is called a "market fundamentalist" meaning he has an absurdly simple view of market functioning bordering on religiosity -- not unlike the socialists who continued to support Stalin after the purges), and his decency. His gaming technique is indeed a helpful way to make a point -- but to imagine that the dynamics in his little economics class even touches the tip of the iceberg, shows he should not be teaching. The only people who could think this little lesson makes a case for fundamentalism in markets would say that it "could not be any simpler than that." Oops.
Keep the faith, keepthefaith. I was moved by your view, that the use of the word "socialism" may not be racist so much as it is a Lakoffian frame through which the right seeks to confine the rhetoric so as to move the blue dogs back into their camp by inflaming the passions of the uneducated.
As for the rest of you, there's not much I can say. Many of you are the apparently successful targets of the rightists framing the debate so simply that they win your vote without sense or sensibility. I never called you a racist -- except for Raymond -- although I said and repeat that if you silent during the lynching (real or metaphorical) you are guilty.
But if I ever run across the "local college economics professor" (unnamed) in the SitasMom post, I will be very happy to debate him about his pedagogy (completely unethical to fail a class for their political beliefs -- I, myself, have given A+'s to rightwing students in many terms), his understanding of comparative political systems and markets (if this description is apt, he is what is called a "market fundamentalist" meaning he has an absurdly simple view of market functioning bordering on religiosity -- not unlike the socialists who continued to support Stalin after the purges), and his decency. His gaming technique is indeed a helpful way to make a point -- but to imagine that the dynamics in his little economics class even touches the tip of the iceberg, shows he should not be teaching. The only people who could think this little lesson makes a case for fundamentalism in markets would say that it "could not be any simpler than that." Oops.
by MVF on 03 August 2009 - 23:08
Ever see a couple fight like this?
"When you said that, I felt that you were being mean."
"You're mean."
"No, you're mean."
"No I'm not. You're the one who is mean!"
***
Not going anywhere.
"When you said that, I felt that you were being mean."
"You're mean."
"No, you're mean."
"No I'm not. You're the one who is mean!"
***
Not going anywhere.
by raymond on 04 August 2009 - 00:08
Sue please allow me to inform you that I do not have fleas or ticks! Your assumptions are just that: ass umptions.I referenced the neck tie party not for barak but for those who alowed a pretender to the office to take it. Those who are quilty of treason are eligible for the death penalty ! Those people being the ones who allowed him to usurp the constitution!And I did reference one definition for the word nigger and it shows that it is used to describe ones character! I do not have one racist bone in my body ! I care less that obama is black . I make my determination of your character based upon the way you conduct your affairs! I personally know more white niggers than I do black ones1 black trash or white trash they are still the same trash1 The color of ones skin DOES NOT DETERMINE THEIR CHARACTER! I personally know more blacks that dislike blacks because of their character acting like niggers! And mvf I really do take exception to be ing called a racist! Some of my youth was spent in the turbulent mlk days, during the formation of the great society'I learned the hard way one day while riding the bus home. I wittnessed a young black child laying bleeding in the street from a local riot. Guess what ! his blood was red just like mine! For me thats all it took to convince me there is no difference in a mans skin color.It is his character that determines his standing! Now that is in this wiorld!
by MaggieMae on 04 August 2009 - 00:08
MVF - you started this topic KNOWING that it would inflame people, especially after you have "deemed" them to be a racist and uneducated.
Sue -- STFU !!!!
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