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Castles Of Corruption

Newt Gingrich:

Americans should look carefully at the anti-politician, anti-government mood exhibited in California last week.

This vote is the second great signal that the American people are getting fed up with corrupt politicians, arrogant bureaucrats, greedy interests and incompetent, destructive government.

The elites ridiculed or ignored the first harbinger of rebellion, the recent tea parties. While it will be harder to ignore this massive anti-tax, anti-spending vote, they will attempt to do just that.

Voters in our largest state spoke unambiguously, but politicians and lobbyists in Sacramento are ignoring or rejecting the voters’ will, just as they are in Albany, N.Y., and Trenton, N.J. The states with huge government machines have basically moved beyond the control of the people. They have become castles of corruption, favoritism and wastefulness. These state governments are run by lobbyists for the various unions through bureaucracies seeking to impose the values of a militant left. Elections have become so rigged by big money and clever incumbents that the process of self-government is threatened.

Albany is even more corrupt and dysfunctional. The special interests that own the legislators in both parties have been exploiting New York for two generations. They have impoverished the Upstate region to the point where it is a vast zone of no jobs and no opportunities. Their predatory tax and bureaucratic union behavior is beginning to cripple New York City. More and more successful New Yorkers are leaving the state. In the face of multiple crises, Gov. David Paterson has shown himself incapable of carrying out reform.

…the machines don’t care because all they want to do is own the wreckage.

…look again at the 62 percent-plus majority in California in favor of smaller government and lower taxes.

In the great tradition of political movements rising against arrogant, corrupt elites, there will soon be a party of people rooting out the party of government. This party may be Republican; it may be Democratic; in some states it may be a third party. The politicians have been warned.

Read all about it: States have become castles of corruption

But Dan Walters, in the Sacramento Bee,  says we shouldn’t be as upset as we are:

When… new taxes expire in a couple of years, Californians’ relative tax burden could also drop further – but if the economy is rising by then, it could also mean a surge of revenues even when the increased rates disappear.

If nothing else, these data indicate that while income and sales tax rates may make a difference, the economy is the biggest factor in how much tax Californians pay in aggregate.

When the economy rises, so do tax collections, and when it falls, revenues fall with it.

Walters asks if Californians taxes are too high or too low.

It’s not that the taxes are too high or too low, it’s the socio-political philosophy which supports such confiscatory policies and uses the money to pad pockets and entrench power.

Warm Weather

It’s my own fault really. I’ve none to blame but myself.

I left California  nearly 2 years ago of my own free will. And I knew the sacrifices.

Between 2003 and 2004 I’d seen a few bits of the winters here in Chicago and deemed them not too horrific.

Now I’ve been back for two full winters (more specifically 1 whole winter and 2 half-winters) and I’m not regretting my choice.

It’s not all sunshine and roses. It’s not even overcast and roses sometimes. Or thistles and storm clouds. But it’s always onward.

And that is good.

Grace and I just wrapped up our final wedding reception, just in time to start contemplating baby showers. We traveled to California to meet my previous church and old friends and the west-coast family who were unable to reach the wedding in Texas.

It was good to be back with many people who I’ve spent much time with and among. It was comfortable and I felt rather younger, less responsible. But it was different too. I have a wife now beside me and I had a responsibility to her and to us beyond my responsibility to anyone else, even my immediate family.

My family is good in that they do not force me to choose between them and Grace. They know where my responsibility is and encourage me in it.

My mother was taken back when I asked for my baby book and “Babie’s 1st Year” calendar, but took it as a sign Grace and I were taking seriously our impending parenthood.

Woodland is a small town. With small dreams.

It is not a bad town, and if I had strong enough ties outside of Woodland I would feel comfortable raising my children while they are young there among many trustworthy people.

But the small dreams wrap their comfortable tentacles around many, sucking and sucking until the unthinkable is normal and the dreams of our youth are just that, dreams.

My dad maintained an incurable optimism, not in a foolish sense, but never discouraging our deepest, strongest and broadest dreams. Reunions back home are often filled with deep discussion of the latest knowledge and wisdom acquired throughout our times apart.

And even those of my family who remain in Woodland are still free of much of the entrapment of it’s comfortable crevaces.

I left.

Even though I’d made more strong friends in the last two years back than I’d had much of my life previously. Friends who were from near, but not in Woodland. Friends who had big dreams becoming big plans, friends who’d come a long way and though they’d not arrived, they were moving onward too.

I had a vision. Not really a concrete dream or even a plan.

I felt, with more conviction than most other things I’ve felt, that I had to be in Chicago.

And God met me there, where He’d called me.

Grace was here too.

While in California, I pondered why I’d left all these comfortable and gracious friends and family.

I left because it was the right thing to do.

“No one who puts his hand to the plow and looks back is fit for the kingdom of God.” ~Jesus (Luke 9:62)

Friends and family I know and love back in California, in the warm weather, will forever occupy and close and dear place in my heart, but my dreams lie before me and I cannot turn back.

Not even for warm weather.

Change I Cannot Support

Moving to home-state politics: California Proposition 8, the new, second, again, same ol’, do we have to, stupid judges, Marriage Protection initiative on the California ballot.

David Blankenhorn, a self-described Liberal Democrat, says he supports California Prop 8 and correspondingly does not support homosexual marriage because of the children:

Marriage as a human institution is constantly evolving. But there is one constant. In all societies, marriage shapes the rights and obligations of parenthood. Among us humans, the scholars report, marriage is not primarily a license to have sex. Nor is it primarily a license to receive benefits or social recognition. It is primarily a license to have children.

I like the physical aspects of my marriage, but it is the focus on what is currently mostly a potential for us, the ability to have children and raise them, that directs and focuses our growth as a couple in our marriage. It is because I want her to be the mother of my children that I married her. She’s the right one.

David’s money line:

…Marriage says to society as a whole:

For every child born, there is a recognized mother and a father, accountable to the child and to each other.

We Don’t Believe Anything…

…come believe it with us.

Spotted on the website of a  “church” hightlighted on QueerVisalia.com: Spiritual Awareness Center.

A thriving community of joyous people celebrating
the spiritual magnificence of everyone!

What more painfully pointless existence than one that has to actually choose to believe something as inane and obviously meaningless as “the spiritual magificence of everyone”?

Something I am extremely grateful to God for is the meaning and purpose completely inherent in every pursuit of Him.

I don’t have to celebrate my own spiritual magnificence, because my spiritual significance is trash. Pure and unadulterated rubbish. Paul felt the same way: filthy rags he labeled his own best effort.

Instead, I sign my name on the line that says I serve the God of gods, the Lord of lords, the King of kings, the Maker and Author, the Completer and Finisher of all things that ever have been and ever will be, and all things beyond that. He takes my garbage and tosses it. And I live in the righteousness of His Son.

Forget “spiritual magnificence”, I’ve got Jesus.

He’ll whip your “spiritual magificence” into the deepest part of hell twice a day and three times on Sunday.

Support Dollar Tree

Found this on a pro-homosexual blog from the California Central-Valley city of Visalia:

I found this through a member of the International Court System emails.

Can you believe a company can actually get away with this?

I choose not to shop here until they change their policies and who knows. Maybe I will take my business elsewhere from now on.

Michael

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