A Vent . . . . Beck, Please Climb Back Over The Railing, Help Us FIGHT, Not Give Up

I haven't written here in a while.

I've been trying to do, well, other things.

Friends and others know I've been venting about the state of this country for some time. It's supposed to help. Sometimes does.

I've been a fan of Glenn Beck for some time as well. Still am, but some days it's difficult. It's almost always depressing.

Sometime last fall I realized it was time for me to take a break from my preaching and start ACTING. Those people I liked to talk about who exemplified what this country has been and could be . . . time for THAT to be me. Rather than so often expressing my opinion, all that makes this country great, I needed to be demonstrative of WHY it is that way. It still has the opportunity to be MORE. Still. But it's getting more and more difficult because of GOVERNMENT.

It's not easy to deal with all of this. So, in the spotlight, I feel for Beck.

I had someone recently tell me, as I have practiced putting this new approach into action: "We were so worried about you". She was referring to those rants. Meanwhile, the four kids she and her husband share, guess there are no worries about the future caving in around them. Nope, it's ME. And it's Beck. Yeah, that's easier, though so ill-placed.

In the 1980s there was a movie called "The Accidental Tourist". Some may see me as the accidental Conservative.

That pisses me off, honestly. So I'm gay, big DEAL. It's only a big deal when you accept the parameters of victimhood most gay men eagerly buy into. If you buy into the lies, the patronizing, it's surely easier, nice . . . like being a puppy who likes his head stroked.

I don't hate my country. I never have. When Michelle Obama proclaimed that she'd never been proud of her country until her husband became a nominee for President of the United States, I was repulsed. And, let me tell you, I've been more repulsed every day since. These people obviously do not like this country, while they rub their new taxpayer-funded lifestyle and despicable behavior, anti-American opinions in our faces. I can't stand them. I see their lies. They are nasty and contrary, to my view, everything good about this country.

I see a brick wall ahead, and Obama struggling to keep his idiot, America-hating foot on the accelerator.


Leonardo is toast. The frozen kind. Time to accept it, kick like hell and blow the whistles.

Glenn Beck knows that, has been better at exposing them than anyone else. But Glenn, you promised something new last year starting this year. Where is it? I GET what you're saying. Now, what about those action items, the "something else" you seemed to be, WERE promising. For now, I'm moving back to Neal Boortz, and will endure hearing about a 'Fair Tax,' which will never happen. Boortz retains some modicum of possibility all is not lost. I need that. I want that. Beck's already in the tiny sub down below analyzing the wreckage, wants everyone to know he foretold the disaster before it was completely obvious to all. So invested in the collapse, he's no longer fighting as he should for the salvage which might take place pre-sinking. He's not just the captain going down with the ship, but jumping up and down on top of the bow, trying to push it in faster.

The world doesn't not look pretty these days. A weaker United States makes all of that so much worse.

But I would rather FIGHT, and provide a positive example when and where I am able, than sounding an alarm to fill the life boats, planning to blow the whistles and go back to check for anyone who might have survived.

It is time to build more boats, if necessary, educate all we can, and attempt, with all our might, to AVOID ever using them. encourage others to do likewise. I think and hope this country is still at least partially based on that rugged American-individualism I was told embodies our spirit.

Beck is, in my mind, unquestionably one of us, can help in that regard. Please, just stop jumping up and down on the bow, and come back over the railing. We're STILL horizontal, and you're about to go overboard.