| | I have known who the elite are since I served them in the Navy under Ronald Reagan, but it is good to see Ron Paul identify the color of their new packaging. I like what Dr. Paul is doing, however, my personal experience with the Campaign for Liberty indicates that they are badly in need of direction from individuals such as I have observed on this website.
The entire paradigm of left/right conservative/liberal classification of an individual's political opinions is itself a graft from a foreign tree -- the British Parliament This trait alone indicates the aspirations of this class of individuals who attribute their monetary success to something in kind with the "divine right of kings". To these, the rest of us merely represent interlopers who receive the benefit of life at their liberty.
Prior to serving this class in their Navy, I had the opportunity to clean their carpets in the suburban Philadelphia Area commonly known as the Main Line. This area received its designation from the "main line" of the railroad that extends from Philadelphia to Chicago; this would have been the first line that the fictional Hank Rearden would have improved with his metal. Two carpet cleaning adventures of mine along the Main Line illustrates who among the patrician class, people the Neocons and who do not.
My first adventure involved an assignment to clean the third floor carpets of a four-story Victorian home with a circular carraige drive where guests had once been delivered from the train station whenever they came to pay homage to the ancestrial homeland. As I approached, I noticed that the two Catys in the circle drive were emblazoned with FOP stickers affixed to gleaming bumpers. I found myself greeted by a tall blond-haired man who seemed to show undue interest in my twenty-something efforts at cleaning his orientals. As a method to deflect his gaze from my buttocks, I made mention of the FOP stickers and asked if he were a policeman. He replied that he was "the Policeman" and added with a smile, "I'm the head of President Reagan's Crime Commission." Although his fangs had been cosmetically ground by an oral surgeon, I could still feel their spectral presence.
My contrasting experience took place in a two hundred year old farmhouse that must have added the Continentals during their stay at Valley Forge -- the old barn that had served as hospital to Washington's men was within walking distance. Here I found myself entirely alone and at leasure to clean the wools without interference. On the wall over the massive hearth hung masterpiece quality paintings of persons long dead and all clad in military uniforms from Continental officer thru Civil War Yankee officer to World War officer. The striking feature of all these were that the family resemblance changed very little over the centuries. A black-ribbon drapped photo on an antique talbe in the foyer of a Vietnam Era Captain heralded that yet another hero had fallen in service sentencing his widowed debutante to Greta Garbohood for life.
The point : Brave Germanicus is dead and left us to Caligula.
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