Tuesday, November 14, 2017

Senate Plans to End Obamacare Mandate in Revised Tax Proposal

These Republican beasts NEVER take a breath [see link below.] This is the so called "Christian" way? Take health care away from those who need it but cannot afford it? This is what they want to do to the nation?  This is what their base elected them to do?

Oh yes, and don't forget, Republicans, send a pedophile to the US Senate.  That ought to help our world wide reputation!

RESIST these deplorable excuses for humanity!





RESIST AND SEND TO ANYONE YOU CHOOSE!

To Be or Not--America's Shakespearean dilemma (short)--Constant Contemplation

To Be or Not: Politics is so slimy and so bad that my motivation to overcome it and help save the humane nation I once knew has ebbed. The Republican Party thinks Democrats are wrong and evil. God knows the Democrats, including me, think the opposition is ugly in character, unintelligent, unthinking and evil so no one listens to each other. It is hard when neither Democrats (me) nor Republicans (them) can budge. 

It is impossible for me to cooperate with white supremacists, part of the Republican essence, who are intent on killing the nation and us who think the way we do and who by genetics's command are in it. I live in constant contemplation of what to do and is it up to me to help do this seemingly impossible task?

Shakespeare's brilliant Hamlet soliloquy written it is estimated between 1599 and 1602 contemplating whether he should live or die trying to overcome his tragic realities is one for our age over 400 years later. Think on it as it relates to our national present dilemmas. What can we do to save ourselves and rectify the plethora of unjust national wrongs our nation has committed? What can we do when violence is not the answer and the obstacles are so seemingly insurmountable?

HAMLET: To be, or not to be--that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles
And by opposing end them. To die, to sleep--
No more--and by a sleep to say we end
The heartache, and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to. 'Tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wished. To die, to sleep--
To sleep--perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub,
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause. There's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life.
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
Th' oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely
The pangs of despised love, the law's delay,
The insolence of office, and the spurns
That patient merit of th' unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? Who would fardels (burdens) bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscovered country, from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all,
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprise of great pitch and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry
And lose the name of action. ..."

NOT ANYMORE

  I wrote this last week and for the most part sat on it because I did not want my writing to imply anything against Israel. As stated agai...