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* I Am Angry*

* by Susan Fassanella
by Susan Fassanella*

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Dear Lew, the Honorable Ron Paul?s piece
on why Americans are
angry really stirred me to respond. Mr. Paul?s piece speaks about many
issues facing Americans today.

I am a 51-year-old woman. I have been married to the same man since
1976. I am the secretary/office manager for a small legal firm in the
D.C. suburbs. My husband manages a wine and spirits store. I have two
sons, aged 26 and 22. After realizing it wasn?t possible to support
themselves and the government at the same time, both returned to the
nuclear nest. Along with most people in my economic situation, I believe
I am living what is supposed to be the American dream. I know why I am
an angry American. I am frightened because America isn?t the same
country it was when I was my children?s age. Allow me to share with you
some of the reasons why I am an angry American.

I am angry because my government has been taken over by liars, thieves,
thugs, deviants, and micromanagers. The propaganda it produces rivals
that of the most fascist dictatorship.

I am angry that my government perceives my intelligence to be that of a
jar of pickles incapable of making the smallest decision.

I am angry that my government takes it upon itself to shove its clucking
nose into my pantry, medicine chest, bedroom, family room, doctor?s
office, workplace, and everywhere else it thinks I need guidance to keep
me safe from myself.

I am angry that the will of the American people is ignored on every
issue imaginable. If voting really mattered, it would have been outlawed
long ago.

I am angry that I am called a conspiracy theorist because I dare to
think on my own and question authority and its lies.

I am angry that the more I read about 9-11 the more it looks like an
inside job that was allowed to happen, enabling the Patriot Act to be
conveniently enacted into law with the ensuing “war on terrah” following
closely on its heels.

I am angry that the evil puppets in power think laws are created for the
peon masses and it is their right to ignore the ones that get in the way
of their agenda.

I am angry that the media has sold its soul to the evil forces running
the world.

I am angry that my “leaders” have taken to calling my country the
“homeland.” It reeks of socialism.

I am angry that my government has invaded yet another sovereign nation
and caused untold death and destruction based on a flimsy lie. I am
expected to believe that weapons of mass destruction threatened my
freedom and then I am told several years and billions of squandered
dollars later that a massive intelligence network got the wrong
information. A select group of businesses profit enormously from war.
When Bush announced his intention to save Iraq from itself and that its
oil would pay for the overthrow of Hussein, I laughed so hard I nearly
choked. I remember the instability in the Middle East during the 1970s
and the gas “shortages” that followed. I knew which direction gas prices
would go. How stupid does Mr. Bush and his cronies think I am?

I am angry that the world stands silently by while my government bombs
foreign lands with weapons containing depleted uranium and the news
magazines wonder on their front covers why lung cancer has increased
six-fold in the last year.

I am angry that Americans accept as gospel the propaganda that is
routinely cranked out of the Washington lie machine. The lies become
more transparent and brazen with each passing year, yet the only thing
that seems to matter in living rooms across America is who will be the
next American Idol.

I am angry that I am punished with high energy and gas prices and the
resulting inflation because tree-hugging terrorists masquerading as
environmentalists have handcuffed my country?s ability to produce its
own energy. It would be easy to tell the Middle East what to do with
their oil if restrictions on exploration and production were lifted in
our own backyard.

I am angry that I am constantly admonished by minimalists for being a
greedy consumer because I live where I choose, drive the vehicle of my
choice, eat meat, and use tin foil to cover my leftovers.

I am angry that my life doesn?t belong to me anymore.

I am angry that I am required to obtain permission, fill out mandated
paperwork in quadruplicate, and obtain the correct license or permit for
just about everything imaginable. The tentacles of government are
strangling my freedom, choice, and privacy at an alarming rate. The
wrath of the machine is a constant threat should I dare do anything
without leaving a neon paper trail and of course ignorance of the law is
never an excuse.

I am angry that property rights are a thing of the past thanks to
court-approved eminent domain theft.

I am angry that the Constitution is routinely declared irrelevant making
it easier for a fascist police state and new world order to take over.

I am angry that legislation is in the works that will require me to
carry “papers” to “prove” who I am. Another coming law I will ignore.

I am angry that my right to own and carry a firearm is drastically
regulated and restricted.

I am angry every time I see a young person detained on the side of the
road while cops paw through their possessions looking for anything that
could enable them to be arrested and dragged through the criminal
justice system. This has become so commonplace it is now the accepted norm.

I am angry that roadblocks are set up under the guise of keeping roads
free of drunk drivers. What has happened to my right to travel freely?
Why am I presumed guilty without probable cause? I am afraid to have a
few drinks when I go out to dinner for fear I will be pulled over and
end up in court-ordered drug rehabilitation.

I am angry when I read stories of Americans terrorized in airports and
treated like common criminals by government minions after they have paid
for the right to travel within a private system, yet pilots are blocked
from carrying firearms.

I am angry that America has become a nation of busybodies. We are
constantly bombarded with messages to be on the lookout for terrorists
around every corner, report “suspicious activity,” and rat on our
neighbor whenever the opportunity presents itself. Is this not how the
Nazis gained control of Germany and then most of Europe?

I am angry that the government requires me to sign a form every time I
purchase a prescription. Whose business is it that I choose to take a
thyroid medication, an antibiotic, a painkiller, an appetite
suppressant, or any other substance? Am I dying of cancer? Am I facing
debilitating chronic pain? Do I simply want to get HIGH? Heaven forbid
someone out there might get their hands on something that might make
them FEEL GOOD! No substance should be illegal or unobtainable. If a
person wishes to self-medicate, that is their right. The government
should not be in the business of criminalizing personal choices of any
kind as long as those choices don?t infringe on another?s rights.

I am angry that my government meddles in the lives of people all over
the world but looks the other way on the catastrophic issue of what to
do about the millions of illegals who have crashed the gates of this
nation. My country?s laws are ignored and mocked, yet I am told I must
accept with open arms those who are here illegally. My taxes are used to
educate their children in their native language. Hospitals are overrun
with indigent people seeking medical care. Untaxed dollars earned in the
underground economy are sent to the family back home while social
services here are stretched to the limit. I read job want ads stating if
you aren?t bilingual don?t bother to apply. What would happen to me if I
placed an ad that said don?t bother to apply if your English isn?t
understandable? Marches are conducted in my cities? streets waving their
countries? flags as they shamelessly demand their “rights.” I am told
they deserve the same opportunities that brought my forefathers here. I
am scolded that it is un-American to ask why they are not sent home. I
am told that the term “illegal alien” offends them and that they prefer
to be called “undocumented workers” and that my economy would die
without them. I will happily pay more for fruits and vegetables if it
means enforcing sensible immigration laws. But immigration isn?t about
the cost of lettuce. It is another facet of an agenda that is bent on
changing the face of America. When America is no longer a wealthy
country of white European descent, it will be a place worse than
anything Orwell could have imagined.

I am angry that my country is the only nation on earth who declares that
a baby born on its soil is automatically an American citizen.

I am angry that the thugs that run my country don?t have the guts to
declare English my nation?s official language.

I am angry that I have to search a package for English and push a button
on every telephone system and ATM machine to continue in English.

I am angry that Washington, D.C.?s Metro is now being pressured to
replace every station sign with bilingual verbiage to the tune of
millions of dollars. Are bilingual road signs going to be the next
mandated law of the land? I am currently forced to pay for voting
ballots printed in 15 different languages and my tax dollars pay for
interpreter services for people who are summoned to court for breaking
laws. If English is the international language of the world, why isn?t
it good enough to be the official language of the United States?

I am angry when I am told I am a bigot when I thumb my nose at political
correctness.

I am angry when I wonder whether an expressed belief or opinion could
land me in litigation if someone doesn?t like what I said and wants to
silence my voice.

I am angry that diversity and sensitivity training is being forced on
people whose only crime is to dare to speak freely.

I am angry that the symbols, customs, and roots of my Judeo-Christian
country are being systematically outlawed because my culture offends
newcomers. When we freely choose to go somewhere, are we not accepting
the customs and cultures of that place? I am weary of being made to feel
guilty for being an American.

And finally, I am angry that after working my entire adult life, I don?t
see retirement in my life?s picture. My husband and I earn over a
hundred thousand dollars a year, but by the time we pay federal taxes,
state taxes, social security taxes, property taxes, sales taxes, excise
taxes, energy taxes, telecommunication taxes, savings taxes, fees,
permits, etc., there isn?t much left. But please don?t think that I mind
supporting every deadbeat and down-and-outer with his hand out for a
piece of my pie that I worked so hard for. I love supporting the world.
After all, it?s the American way, isn?t it?

/July 5, 2006/

/Susan Fassanella [send her mail ] was
born in Washington, D.C. and resides in Frederick County, Maryland with
her husband and two sons./

Copyright © 2006 LewRockwell.com
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