by Elizabeth T. Andrews
American Reporter Correspondent
December 9, 2007
LOU DOBBS FOR PRESIDENT
CARTERSVILLE, Ga. -- My name is Elizabeth Andrews and I approved the following message:
I nominate Lou Dobbs, CNN's evening news anchor, to run as a third-party candidate in the 2008 presidential election.
If Dobbs agrees, I'll walk 10 paces behind him, carry his briefcase, sharpen his pencils and write his speeches. If he doesn't agree, we, the people, better start begging, praying, scratching and scrambling to find somebody else brave enough to kick two slick political machines to the curb, climb over the stench and the debris, and occupy the Oval Office.
Dobbs has raised the ordinary American citizen's awareness of "broken borders; broken government" more than any 10 of his news equivalents. He is deeply concerned and outraged over the political rape of middle-class folks like Johnny Johnson and Sally Smith. He says what he thinks and emotes what he feels.
I daresay the repulsive and demonic political machines would find some legal loophole for keeping Dobbs confined to his commentary cubicle -- or anyone else who smells of spring air and might be considered a threat to the stagnation that is today's foul federal government.
Never in my American heritage have I ever been so ashamed of what is going on in Washington, D.C. It's like hearing the crack as the walls of ancient Rome come tumbling down from termites in the halls, erotica in the pantries, and too much bull manure on and around the throne.
Never have so many elected to serve designed such slimy and sick ways to serve themselves. Not a poor man or woman among them; not one scripted line falls sincerely on the ears; not one comment or speech that has not been parroted beyond any semblance of an original thought.
If there is an American Revolution in America's near future, I daresay it will come from the fed-up truck driver, the disgusted waitress, the poor-but-dedicated school teacher, the doctors controlled by the federal government's insane belief it gets to tell doctors how to be doctors; the bankers who got in bed with the big boys only to find they no longer control their own banks; the mom-and-pop café owners who lost all their business because a law declared smokers can't smoke in what the owners once thought was their café.
The fists of our federal government are wrapped around every move we make, every item we buy, every dollar we earn, every child we birth, every dream we dare dream, and even a song the aging Willie Nelson writes and sings.
For every situation there is a season and the sun is going down on the current malfunctioning American federal government.
When we invaded and occupied Iraq, I remember the shock of President Bush's figures for "money for the war." I didn't know there was that much money in the universe. Where did it come from? Had it been just laying around waiting for a war? Do government agencies like the Food and Drug Administration visit Fort Knox and the Federal Reserve Bank, run their sticky fingers through all that gold and say "Yeah. There's enough here for a $45,000 cash raise for all of us. Hey! How did you get in here? Oh. You're one of the guards. What that's you say? We should worry that China provides about 50 percent of the ingredients that go in all our medicine? Well, for goodness sake! We didn't know that!"
In my simplistic belief that most things will make sense if we just keep on scratching through the trash bin of history in search of the bouquets of roses that got thrown out by heads of state, I plow through books on past civilizations, past governments, past wars that never fixed any problem that stayed fixed, and I ask myself ... What is missing in the human experience that makes possible the fall of great empires, great ideals, once-great free societies that got trampled under the heels of the power crazy, the more-is-better money mongrels ... and the hypocrites that keep convincing the trusting citizen the "bad guys" are always those of the other political party?
I cannot find an easy answer. Perhaps it lies in the ordinary human heart. In the basic desire of good people to trust the liars, the political scoundrels, tyrants, dictators, dimpled presidents with little-boy brains, a congressperson from their street, a far-away king straddling a Saudi gold heap. Perhaps it is just a simple need to believe in the best in everybody until time and circumstances prove otherwise. Trial by trust. Faith in the goodness of others until faith fails.
Perhaps it is time in America to rewrite the qualifications for any government office now available only if a politician is rich enough, scurrilous enough and charming enough to lie out of both sides of her/his mouth at the same time.
Perhaps said qualifications should begin with: Any individual desiring to hold public office shall live in a modest house, in a modest neighborhood, drive a modest car, and agree to live on a modest salary while in office. "Modest" to be determined by the average income and lifestyle of ordinary, hard-working, so-called "middle-class" Americans.
Once elected, no government employee, including both Congress and/or the president, shall have the power to write any laws or issue any monies that will benefit them personally, directly or indirectly; or give to themselves hefty pay raises -- a benefit not available to their employer, the private citizen who elected them and pays their salary. Under no circumstances are they to leave public office one dime richer than before they were elected.
If such qualifications were implemented today, I have no doubt our once-great Ship of State would rock with the leaping of the fat rats from the ship ... and in the course of time perhaps weary Americans could once again look toward a stately White House, and salute again the ideals and grandeur of a limited government.
A government fashioned by the people, for the people and controlled by the people it must answer to, whether it is for the cost of one more insane war ... or if China gets to decide what goes into an American baby aspirin.
Elizabeth T. Andrews is based in Cartersville, Ga. Her Website, www.treefamilyfoundation.com, contains other columns and poetry by her. Write her at firstname.lastname@example.org or P.O. Box 816, Cartersville, GA 30120.