It's About the Public Debt Thing

Dear America,

this is a day called going with the motions.

it's not going to be an epic read;

and fair to say, it's not going to be anything to write home about.

So how's that for a lead? 

I am just so sad.

It feels like every single mother lovin' day, America's foundation gets whittled away, slowly, like the sand on the shore -- east or west, pick a shore, any shore, and might as well throw in the great plains in between.

I have found myself feeling so displaced... from the inside out, from the outside in, from top to bottom, to the ends of the earth and back. 

All I could do with myself is clean.  Or fix things. Or cook.  Anything but think about what is going on in America.

Oh and did you hear?

From The Foundry @ The Heritage Foundation, Amy Payne highlights this:

But the worst is yet to come: The Congressional Budget Office projects that public debt will reach an economy-crushing 100 percent in less than one generation...

Oh and there's a whole lot more, read it and join me in a good long weep, here.

America is being manipulated to fully ignore the big stuff, just begging us to put our heads in the sand year over year over year  --   and all the while, tumbling us, edge over edge, into a perpetual state of submission to the state, eroding every beautiful facet of our rugged individualism and self-reliant cornerstones.

Oh and this Fed thinks it's all up for grabs and anything goes alright, even after over a century of grazing and cattle herding and making a fairly decent livelihood and staying out of trouble to boot.  See more here.

And just take a look at old dirty Harry, here, saying this:

"Well, it’s not over...we can’t have an American people that violate the law and then just walk away from it. So it’s not over."

Says the guy integrally involved as a key congressional leader of an administration run amuck.....

.... ignoring laws left and right, writing Executive Orders to usurp the Rule of Law itself, undermining a government holding to the constitutional limitations as our republic was designed. and more or less allowing the LawBreaker-in-Chief to do his thing without checks and without a doubt, without balances --  especially in light of The Foundry's current disclosure of the American Framily data sharing package fine print.


We are over our monthly gigabytes allowances by the trillions.  Seventeen Trillion, to be exact -- and not even counting the unfunded liabilities to the tune of almost a hundred trillion.

The thing is -- the foundation built upon the rock has crumbled like sand at the hands of man.

Lawlessness, wretchedness, sinking to the lowest common core denominator, spending more than we take in, has led us to a dark place in history.   And at least half of us -- The Entitlements ---   don't even see it; and having said that, not to be confused with The Establishments, as they're in a group of their very own; and having said all that,  not to be confused with The Replacements ...forthcoming to a theater near you.

Of course, The Establishments not only see it, they created it out of thin air and know exactly what they are doing.  Just too bad it's made of sand.   So here's to Divine Providence sending in the tide alongside the Blood Moon{s}. [Did you see that?  It was beautiful...the west coast only had to stay up til midnight to catch a glimpse.]

In the meantime, America is being buried alive and seemingly quite unconscious of it's future demise.

But the worst is yet to come: The Congressional Budget Office projects that public debt will reach an economy-crushing 100 percent in less than one generation...

"Well, it’s not over...we can’t have an American people that violate the law and then just walk away from it. So it’s not over."

No, it's not over.
We can't just have an American people that violate the law -- no matter if they come with a title of Senator, President, Health and Human Services Director, Attorney General, IRS Commissioner, or any one of us just plain folk and general peon...

It's not over until the sun sets upon the shining city on the hill along with every single mother lovin' sand dune, for Pete's sake, thank ya Jesus and can I get a praise the Lord.

No use crying over the day; there is plenty of work to be done. [aww there's my girl; that's the spirit G]

Hallelujah, Happy Easter everybody, and God Bless the United States of America.

Make it a Good Day, G