This was originally posted on January 26, 2010, on another forum that I belong to, but still by me. I am reposting it here, authenticating it as my original work. As you read, remember, it was the eve of the State of the Union Address. And it is documented that this was published before the speech, and not today, on both Asamom.org and ProudtobeaMom.com.
Life as an American, Mr. President
On the eve of the Presidential State of the Union Address, I feel compelled to explain to the President what it's like to be an American. I feel as if I am a typical American; me and all my sisters and the few brothers who accompany me on my web sites who blog. I don't know their experiences, but I am sure they echo my own, and mine are all I can write of, so here I go.
I was raised in a small town by Democrats. Yes, Democrats actually love their country, and have served their country in the military and died for their country in that service. In that respect, Mr. President, you have over-played your hand. You have shown your socialist colors. We know you're about to turn and eat your Democrat party that you have invaded. It has gotten to the point that my parents are now claiming to be Independents. My extended family is still Democrats. They're still proud Democrats, maybe because they still hold to the belief that you are a Democrat and could never destroy America, because no good Democrat ever would.
My parents instilled in me a sense of work ethic that has stuck with me. A job worth doing, is a job worth doing well. If you can't do it right, don't do it at all. My grandpa on my Dad's side made his own knives and jewelry out of scrap steel. My dad was born during the depression, in 1932. Grandpa worked in the shipyards in New Orleans, LA., at one time, not sure of the timing there. I believe Dad was 3 years old. Dad was an only child. Mom was the oldest of 7.
I didn't have name brand clothes, and it never bothered me. Mom told me she would buy me a name brand if I wanted, but it would mean one pair, as opposed to 3 pair of this other brand. I was a practical person. We shopped for clothes once a year, right before the school year. Mom always made sure we had clothes for school. Looking back, I'm not sure she bought herself new clothes. She sewed, and she mended a lot of things. I learned to alter things to make them fit better. I had a small waist and got hips for my 12th birthday.....I learned to alter things at an early age, too.
My favorite Christmas was when my Dad was on strike. Now this is gonna blow you away, Mr. President. I was about 3 years old. Dad was worried that he wasn't going to be able to buy me and my brother presents. He was on strike, I blame the unions. He was only getting what little they pay you for walking a picket line. He had a very part time job at a Phillips 66 station. The Phillips 66 station gave him 2 tanker trucks for free. He wrapped them up and put them under the tree with a couple other things. I have a picture of me holding my dolly and sitting on that truck. If it weren't for the picture, I wouldn't remember the dolly. I remember that truck.
The plant folded after that, and Dad went to work for Procter and Gamble. They aren't union. They pay better than unions in order to keep the unions out. Unions strong arm people.
I don't ever remember going without, unless you count the fact that I didn't get my pony. But we lived on the edge of town, and across the county road was a farm. They had a pony, and I just adopted him. So, in a way, I did get my pony. I had a friend who had the Barbi Dream House. I wanted one so bad, so I put it on my wish list for my birthday. Mom checked it out. She told me years later it was too expensive. She found a Barbi Campout, and it was cheaper. She thought I'd like it better, since I went camping with my grandparents all the time. She was right. I was thrilled. No one I knew had a Barbi Campout. I felt special.
I went to a "town" school up until the second grade. That's when we moved out into the country. I moved in the middle of the second grade. I was teased incessantly. There wasn't anyone to stop the teasing. We didn't have someone to say it "bruised our egos" and it shouldn't go on. I turned out just fine. I wear glasses, got called 4-eyes. I wore braces and got called tin-grin. My mom fixed up my hair and teased it for picture day, and got called hair-spray. When I got excited on the bus, my voice would get so high-pitched only dogs could hear it....they called me squeaker. I was skinny, got teased for that. I was smart, got teased for that. Teachers like smart kids, got called teacher's pet. I learned by the time I decided to date, that if I pretended I had no common sense, the boys wouldn't mind because a smart girl with no common sense was acceptable. Otherwise, boys don't date girls that are smarter than them, unless they have a test coming up. So why, Mr. President, do you want to legislate behavior? A whole generation went through teasing and isn't worse for the wear. Were you teased, and it did affect you? Maybe you didn't have the benefit of loving parents telling you it was ok? Maybe that's the difference. If you have parents steeped in communism and hate, I guess it's different.
After high school, I decided the best I could do was more school. I was good at that, so I got a scholarship and continued my education. I had a major in Art, emphasis in commercial art with a minor in photo-journalism. I really wanted to be a photo-journalist. But after a year I dropped out and joined the Navy. I tried to come in as a photographer. Wouldn't that have been grand? Instead, I went in as an Ocean System Technician, Analyst. How ironic. You're a communist, and I was tracking Russian submarines, and fighting communism....hmmm. My husband tells me I was on the the tip of the spear, but it was just a job to me. You see, I had to fill out a form answering questions like, do you know any communists? Does your family know any communists? Have you ever been a member of a communist party? Have you ever attended a rally for communists? I believe they even asked if I had been to a communist country, but I don't remember for sure on that one. It has been 26 years. I wouldn't have been granted my secret clearance had I answered yes to those questions. How did you get your secret clearance, Mr. President?
Through the eyes of the military, I became a Republican. It's also where I met my husband. I've been married for 21 years now. It's been a bit bumpy, but aren't all marriages? He's been into politics the whole marriage. I haven't. You know what got me into politics? We have a son with Down Syndrome. I read the health care bill. I can read the writing on the wall. I know what's in store for him with this bill. I know down the road, health care will be rationed and he'll fall through the cracks. He'll be deemed not a contributing member of society. You know what? If it weren't for that boy, and his unconditional love, I wouldn't have found Christ myself. Of course, I guess in your book, that's probably a reason in and of itself to get rid of him. Did you know, even as much bad as he hears about you, he asks for prayer for you most times we sit around our supper table? His heart is huge.
And you, Mr. President want to politicize a tragedy in Haiti. You are such a narcissist that you believe that the only way people will give is if you get involved. Do you think all of us have our heads buried and won't look up from our stuff unless you tell us to? I didn't catch the exact statistics on how much America gave, but it staggered my mind, considering we are in a recession, and it was out of our abundance. I didn't know we had any abundance. I know I don't. I just had to pay $619 for a hot water heater (when it was covered by the home warranty) that I didn't have. That's what the home warranty didn't cover. That's thanks to unions changing code over the last 7 years. Unions are strangling America, not helping. And you're in bed with them.
So, Mr. President, I just wanted to give you a picture of what an average American is like. We are involved in the daily care of our children. We try to raise them to be honest, hard working, contributing members of society. We have to take care of our houses, fix the things that break. We buy home warranties, and expect them to work. We don't really expect the unions to go behind us and change the rules on us, like changing code, so it's an uphill battle. We don't expect huge corporations to buy up every aspect of something, like the person who inspects our home, warranties our home, sprays for our bugs, puts in our water softener, tends our grass, supplies our food, sells our home improvement supplies, or the construction supplies and electrical stuff to the construction people; in other words has a monopoly on the market. And then have you stand up and say you're going to get rid of all big corporations - except them because they donate to you. I'm talking about Clayton, Dubilier and Rice. Research them. They own everything, but they're ok fat cats, because they donate to the socialist party...oops I mean Democratic party agenda.
Can you hear me now?
Lori Ann Smith
I stand for freedom, until they knock me down and I can stand no more
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