Mad About High Gas Prices? An Easy Solution

There are only 545 people who essentially run the entire country. Americans are 300,000,000 strong.

It only takes a small percentage of that 300,000,000 to change policy.

Why is it we Americans are so weak that we stand around and do nothing when a major problem is staring us in the face? That’s not the American can-do spirit for which we are known.

All it takes is an idea that will sweep the country like a fast-moving infectious virus and gas prices will come down almost instantly.

Why are those 545 people purposely doing everything in their power to cut America off at her knees, while no such restrictions are being observed by any other country? The U. S. Congress has made almost all areas for drilling for oil, natural gas and mining coal on our sovereign lands, off limits. We cannot convert coal to oil. We cannot build any new hydro-electric, gas, coal or nuclear fired power plants and we can’t build any new refineries. What possible reasons could justify such derelict actions by our elected officials? The reason is they are pandering to the national and international radical environmentalists and socialists who have conquered America and taken her over without a shot being fired, for what has become a religious cult, coupled with mass hysteria over the environment!

Oil is literally the life blood of our economy. Cut it off or restrict it and our economy dies, or erupts into an upward inflation spiral as it is doing now. The question is, are we Americans going to force this congress to reverse course on crude oil extraction, in the interest of the American people and America’s economy? Or are we just going to complain and do nothing? And why on earth would we consciously make oil sheiks and dictators rich beyond their wildest dreams with our money, when we can do something about it? Why indeed!

Do you want to see gas prices come down? All it takes is a significant percentage of the American people to demand that those 545 people who control America, instantly open up areas of all known oil reserves in the United States to oil exploration by the oil companies. That’s it! The U. S. Congress could make it happen in a week, if they had the will and the anger of the American people urging them. The American people’s anger is there in spades, but the will of the U. S. Congress has to be forced upon them by those angry Americans. And don’t buy into this garbage about man-caused global warming (MCGW), CO2 emission limits and the cap and trade fraud. MCGW was invented by government and radical environmentalists to control and tax you. Its authors are international, one-world-order elitists and they will have their way if we don’t stop them. And don’t buy into the greed of the oil companies. That’s the pure propaganda of government to direct you away from who really is responsible; them. In fact, most of the oil profits are going to the dictators of government-run oil producing nations, like Saudi Arabia and Venezuela.

So how do we convince the U. S. Congress to act? Let the American people know who is causing the high gas prices and get the American people to “esplain” it to the perpetrators, in no uncertain terms.

Here is a one solution, if done on a large enough scale, has an absolute guarantee of success. We propose a simple little image that can be printed up on sheets of 10-up, 2” x 4” mailing labels that are manufactured by Avery. The blank labels can be purchased at any office supply store for pennies. This simple image would be posted on gas station pumps every time an angry American fills up his or her gas tank. It could sweep the country in a matter of 30 to 60 days and we could see relief at the pumps shortly thereafter, if the Congress acts appropriately under the political pressure. If Congress doesn’t act, we can get even angrier and Hell hath no fury than a whole bunch of angry Americans. The following is the image we propose. We call it the “High Gas Price Gas Pump Sticker”.

THE HIGH GAS PRICE GAS PUMP STICKER

NARLO website at www.narlo.org/hgp.html.

To insure maximum distribution of this image and the WORD document, send it on to your e-mail list, encouraging the recipients to do the same. Also, print up these Avery sheets, cut them up in individual images and pass them out to others you know.

WE THE PEOPLE have more power than those 545 disconnected people in Washington DC. All we need do is exercise that power for what we know is right. Don’t let the 545 people in Washington DC, reduce America to the level of a third-world country. In the honor of those brave souls that came before you that defended our freedom, let’s show the rest of the world that we still have some American “hot” red blood running through our veins. When we pull this off, you can watch the speculators of oil run for cover. Just think. Some of those speculators, that have been bringing you pain at the pumps, could go broke, the dictators will lose some of their power and our money could stay in the U. S. where it belongs.

But for God’s sake, do something to save yourself from the tyranny of an out-of-control government, before it is too late! We are Americans. We can do anything when we put our minds and our backs to it.

This High Gas Price Gas Pump Sticker, with instructions, is also available on the NARLO website at http://www.narlo.org/hgp.html.

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Driving America Into The Ground

They say all of the greatest civilizations/societies have come to a miserable end. Sometimes I wonder if this country is headed in that direction.

Jeff Jackson ponders the direction that America is taking in this fitting article.

DRIVING AMERICA INTO THE GROUND


Back in college I remember a conversation with another student who was not really a friend but more of an acquaintance. One day we just so happened to be parked next to each other and he was asking me about my beat up ’83 Caprice Classic. He had a much nicer ’94 Lumina which his dad had bought for him two years before and which he was complaining about not running very well. We talked for a few minutes and I happed to ask him what type of oil he was putting in her. That’s when the blank look crossed his face and he asked me, “What do you mean oil?”

“You know, oil – motor oil?” I asked. Well, he didn’t have a clue what I was talking about. “You are changing the oil every few thousand miles right?”

When he said, “no” I knew there was a problem. In the nearly 20,000 miles he had driven this car he had never even thought to change his motor oil because he did not know you were supposed to. A cursory inspection of the vehicle also revealed that his tires were nearly bald, that his muffler was hanging on by a literal thread, and several other problems with his vehicle daddy had bought him.

Other than putting gas in the tank when the needle approached E, he had no idea how to actually take care of his car. It was, honestly, amazing that it still ran.

Another young lady that I had known, who also had a car bought for her by her parents, came running into my dorm room a few years later screaming something along the lines of, “You know about cars right? Mine’s leaking something and can you please, please come take a look!”

Panicked and scared, she did not really have a rational thought running through her brain so I went out to the parking lot with her. It was a hot autumn day and right in front of her car, which she had left stopped halfway out of the parking space after seeing a puddle while leaving, was the liquid. I bent down dipped my finger in it and seeing that it was clear and odorless I asked her if she had been running her air conditioning.

She said that she had because she had just driven a hundred miles back to school from home in the sweltering heat. I stood up and told her that it was just condensate from the AC and quickly tried to explain how condensation from her cooling system had simply dripped on the ground. I also explained to her that she could tell this by looking at the color of the fluid and that she had nothing to worry about.

Well, she was certainly relieved and merrily went on her way.

A month later however she was back in my dorm room crying because her car had stopped running. Once again I went back out with her to see if we could find the problem. As we approached where her car was parked, I noticed a trail of brown liquid spotted on the pavement and it led right to where she was parked. I looked under the car, reached under, put my finger in a pool of liquid and pulled it back out with what was clearly motor oil on the tip.

Showing it to her, I informed her that she had an oil leak and by the looks of things probably has dropped all of her oil and seized her engine. “What do you mean?” she cried indignantly. “You told me that it was just water from my air conditioner!”

“No,” I said, “I told you that the clear liquid was water from your AC. What color is this?”

She sheepishly said brown and I told her that brown was engine oil. Of course she hadn’t checked the color. She only saw the fluid and assumed it was condensate again. So she wound up getting her car towed and at significant cost had it fixed.

Now, what does this trip down memory lane to my college years have to do with anything? It’s a correlation to how people act in America these days. We’ve been given this country by our parents. But do we really now how it runs, how to keep it running or how to maintain it? Or are we just putting gas in the tank and assuming that it will always work properly? Are we ignoring what people tell us and carrying on in blissful ignorance?

Sadly many Americans are. Eventually if we don’t start taking care of America, supporting individual liberty, reigning in government spending on unconstitutional projects and holding our elected officials who are at the wheel accountable, the country will break so badly that no amount of money will fix it.

American is careening towards a cliff. Our brakes are out, our tires are bald and out of alignment and the worst thing is our air conditioning is broken. But we have a full tank of gas and we seem content to be along for the ride.


Martina McBride Performs “God Bless America”

This just may be the best version of “God Bless America” ever performed anywhere.

This weekend’s entertainment: Martina McBride singing “God Bless America” at the 2002 Rose Bowl Parade. If you don’t feel a sense of pride after watching this, you better find another country to live in.

Romanian Newspaper’s Stirring Pro-American Editorial: An Ode to America

Americans are pleased and fascinated when newspapers in other countries run strongly pro-American articles; especially these days.

This article was written by Cornel Nistorescu and published under the title “Cîntarea Americii” in the Romanian newspaper Evenimentul zilei (“The Daily Event” or “News of the Day”). It may be a few years old, but it is still uplifting and amazing.


Why are Americans so united? They don’t resemble one another even if you paint them! They speak all the languages of the world and form an astonishing mixture of civilizations. Some of them are nearly extinct, others are incompatible with one another, and in matters of religious beliefs, not even God can count how many they are. Still, the American tragedy turned three hundred million people into a hand put on the heart. Nobody rushed to accuse the White House, the army, the secret services that they are only a bunch of losers. Nobody rushed to empty their bank accounts. Nobody rushed on the streets nearby to gape about. The Americans volunteered to donate blood and to give a helping hand. After the first moments of panic, they raised the flag on the smoking ruins, putting on T-shirts, caps and ties in the colours of the national flag. They placed flags on buildings and cars as if in every place and on every car a minister or the president was passing. On every occasion they started singing their traditional song: “God Bless America!”.

Silent as a rock, I watched the charity concert broadcast on Saturday once, twice, three times, on different tv channels. There were Clint Eastwood, Willie Nelson, Robert de Niro, Julia Roberts, Cassius Clay, Jack Nicholson, Bruce Springsteen, Silvester Stalone, James Wood, and many others whom no film or producers could ever bring together. The American’s solidarity spirit turned them into a choir. Actually, choir is not the word. What you could hear was the heavy artillery of the American soul. What neither George W. Bush, nor Bill Clinton, nor Colin Powell could say without facing the risk of stumbling over words and sounds, was being heard in a great and unmistakable way in this charity concert. I don’t know how it happened that all this obsessive singing of America didn’t sound croaky, nationalist, or ostentatious! It made you green with envy because you weren’t able to sing for your country without running the risk of being considered chauvinist, ridiculous, or suspected of who-knows-what mean interests. I watched the live broadcast and the rerun of its rerun for hours listening to the story of the guy who went down one hundred floors with a woman in a wheelchair without knowing who she was, or of the Californian hockey player, who fought with the terrorists and prevented the plane from hitting a target that would have killed other hundreds of thousands of people. How on earth were they able to bow before a fellow human? Imperceptibly, with every word and musical note, the memory of some turned into a modern myth of tragic heroes. And with every phone call, millions and millions of dollars were put in a collection aimed at rewarding not a man or a family, but a spirit which nothing can buy.

What on earth can unite the Americans in such a way? Their land? Their galloping history? Their economic power? Money? I tried for hours to find an answer, humming songs and murmuring phrases which risk of sounding like commonplaces. I thought things over, but I reached only one conclusion.

Only freedom can work such miracles!


An Ode to America (Evenimentul Zilei)

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