No Deem and Pass, Still 7 Votes Needed to Reject ObamaCare

Posted by Bryson on March 20, 2010

It’s a damn good thing that Pelosi and Co. decided against the “Deem and Pass” strategy as it would have worked out very badly for them. Even if only after a successful vote for the bill as they presented it, the backlash would have been as deep as it would have been far reaching into the Democratic party.

Right now we’re looking at a tie of 209 votes for and 209 votes against ObamaCare, with 13 undecided about tomorrows vote. 216 votes are needed to reject the bill, and rejecting the bill is the only option.

I won’t say that Ann Coulter’s idea of health care is perfect, but a free market system in health care, as it exists in every other consumer market, is the only real answer for our nations health care reform issues. Let the consumers do what they do best, keep what they want and discard the rest.

I’ve mailed my Representative, have you? Do so now before it’s too late. Thankfully the Texas District 24 Rep. Kenny Marchant isn’t a total moron on this issue and says he’ll vote no, but there are others who aren’t as well guided as he is. As I stated in my letters…

May God be with those who forget where the power really lies in America, because the People won’t be.

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20Mar

Time For Coulter Care

Posted by Bryson on March 20, 2010

Okay so this isn’t about a politician, but based on what I just read, it soon could be. Ann Coulter ~ I don’t know a whole hell of a lot about her, just that I often find her delivery entertaining and her message at least relevant when I do stoop so low as to watch major network news programs.

There’s an article she’s put out there on WorldNetDaily.com detailing her idea to fix health care in this country. She touts that it solves nearly every problem currently being addressed in congress and after reading what amounts to a one page version of the 2,200 page version the Democrats are pushing this weekend, you might just think so too. I won’t spoil the punchline but you have to go read it.

Ann Coulter’s Health Care Plan

She’s seriously onto the solution that we actually do need for health care reform. Check it out.

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20Mar

Reasons Why Barack Obama Sucks

Posted by Bryson on March 19, 2010

It doesn’t take a puzzle master to see from this blog that I don’t support the Obama Administration. So, naturally, I’d find a nice little list of reasons why Barack Obama Sucks by Bucktown at FromThePen.com.


  1. The Obama’s offended the Queen of England by touching her (breaking protocol), and previously giving her an IPod as a gift.
  2. Obama bowed to the King of Saudi Arabia.
  3. Obama Praised the Marxist Daniel Ortega.
  4. Obama kissed Socialist Hugo Chavez on the cheek.
  5. Obama endorsed the Socialist Evo Morales of Bolivia.
  6. Obama sided with Hugo Chavez and Communist Fidel Castro against Honduras.
  7. Obama announced we would meet with Iranians with no pre-conditions while they’re building their nuclear weapons.
  8. Obama gave away billions to AIG also without pre-conditions.
  9. Obama expanded the bailouts.
  10. Obama insulted everyone who has ever loved a Special Olympian.
  11. Obama doubled our national debt.
  12. Obama announced the termination of our new missile defense system the day after North Korea launched an ICBM.
  13. Obama released information on U.S. intelligence gathering despite urgings of his own CIA director and the prior four CIA directors.
  14. Obama accepted without comment that five of his cabinet members cheated on their taxes and two other nominees withdrew after they couldn’t take the heat.
  15. Obama appointed a Homeland Security Chief who identified military veterans and abortion opponents as “dangers to the nation.”


The full list is actually 29 strong, with more being added as Obama does what we’ve all come to expect from him. I encourage you all to check it out ~ 27Reasons& Counting Why Obama Sucks.




<li>The Obama’s offended the <a href=”http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cbQoaNxcYgo” target=”_blank”>Queen of England</a> by touching her (breaking protocol), and previously giving her an IPod as a gift.</li>
<li>Obama bowed to the <a href=”http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LEUif1–r38″ target=”_blank”>King of Saudi Arabia</a>.</li>
<li>Obama Praised the Marxist Daniel Ortega.</li>
<li>Obama kissed Socialist <a href=”http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UDyqGTUNhy4″ target=”_blank”>Hugo Chavez</a> on the cheek.</li>
<li>Obama endorsed the Socialist  Evo Morales of Bolivia.</li>
<li>Obama sided with Hugo Chavez and Communist Fidel Castro against Honduras.</li>
<li>Obama announced we would <a href=”http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dmR88qftOoc” target=”_blank”>meet with Iranians with no pre-conditions</a> while they’re building their nuclear weapons.</li>
<li>Obama gave away billions to AIG also without pre-conditions.</li>
<li>Obama expanded the bailouts.</li>
<li>Obama insulted everyone who has ever loved a <a href=”http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8eg3Ugi3WtM” target=”_blank”>Special Olympian</a>.</li>
<li>Obama doubled our national debt.</li>
<li>Obama announced the <a href=”http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NP06C37o35Q” target=”_blank”>termination of our new missile defense system</a> the day after North Korea  launched an ICBM.</li>
<li>Obama <a href=”http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kVpi9ygYgTI” target=”_blank”>released information on U.S. intelligence gathering</a> despite urgings of his own CIA director and the prior four CIA directors.</li>
<li>Obama accepted without comment that five of his cabinet members cheated on their taxes and two other nominees withdrew after they couldn’t take the heat.</li>
<li>Obama appointed a Homeland Security Chief who identified military veterans and abortion opponents as “<a href=”http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tmalfsuN5MA” target=”_blank”>dangers to the nation</a>.”</li>
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19Mar

And What About The 9/12 Project?

Posted by Bryson on March 15, 2010

I normally try to stay away from politics on this site when I do post something because of the grief it causes me to give the thought required for a post about this United States government, but sometimes I just have to do the best I can. I just found, a year after its conception, the 9/12 Project as introduced by Glenn Beck. Like many so called solutions for our corrupt and rebellious governing it isn’t perfect, but it aligns closely to the heart of perfect, and so I give it a mention here.

The 9/12 Project

I am a Ron Paul supporter and an inactive member of the Campaign for Liberty, thanks largely to such limited resources prohibiting being more active.

I watched the debates and complete wash-out of Dr. Paul’s presidential campaign a couple of years ago and grew to admire an idea that he pushed throughout his campaign—Audit The fed. It’s a situation only getting more out of hand each day as the Federal Reserve continues to devalue our already worthless currency by printing more and more to cover the extreme and reckless spending of the U.S. government.

At the time people didn’t know for certain how the spending habits of Washington would change once a new President was put in place; we didn’t know who would be President at that time. Most of us assumed race would not win the election alone, but alas our countrymen failed again. Since Obama took office we’ve seen that his idea of a change was more of the same, but instead of settling an old family score with Saddam, like Bush, he is trying to turn our health care system Communist.

It’s not that I don’t see the need for something to be done with our current version of health care, in fact I see that it is on its last leg if something doesn’t change soon. Throwing more money at it is not the answer though.

Medical treatment seems to have taken example from the electronics industry, you know, the one that has us all scrambling for bigger and better TVs, computers, cell phones, and God knows what else every few months. Our health care has been on a steady incline in pricing that’s leaving hard working Americans fighting to stay healthy without the need for doctors, because they’ll regret enjoying their freedom of lifestyle when the doctor’s bill comes in.

Our health care system has but one major problem to contend with, and while our elected officials are still ignoring the demands of the citizens to handle the problem directly, it is a simple problem to fix. Regulate health care costs and you ensure every American has the opportunity for what is a God given right—good health and ready treatment in the absence of good health.

The last thing we need is more spending, more encouragement for the health care industry to keep raising prices as if they were paying retail for their supplies and equipment. It’s time health care in America went wholesale to the public, not on the public dole. And it’s time that Obama realizes who is calling the shots here…We The People…

Jose Ortega y Gasset said it nicely…”Order is not pressure which is imposed on society from without, but an equilibrium which is set up from within.

The balance in this country is way off and it has been for many, many years. The coming Congressional elections promises to be one the most interesting wake up calls for politicians in decades, but a promise of action is not enough. The people of this nation need to stand up and demand that our officials do our bidding as our Four Fathers intended.

The 9/12 Project isn’t perfect, like our great nation of freedom and liberties, but it’s a step in the right direction.

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15Mar

Loving The Idea Of Love

Posted by Bryson on March 13, 2010

I’ve heard it before that I love the idea of someone, many times actually, and while I’ve always wondered about that concept, I’ve never done anything to better my understanding of what it means.

Even now I don’t know exactly what it means or how it would apply to me, not fully, but I have a better idea of it now than ever before.

Looking through articles and such on the web, I found one that stole my attention. It’s got a lot of truth in it for me personally, though I also wonder how this article worked for its author at home. I’m going to post the whole thing here since it’s more than four years old, but if the author finds this, just let me know via comments if you want it taken down.


Do I love my wife? It’s a complicated question. What is love? Perhaps it is an ineffable aspect of the human condition that can never be fully understood. It’s like asking if I love my car or my golf clubs. I love them, but it’s not like I love them. I certainly love owning them, and if either should ever be stolen, or somehow ruined, or damaged by someone’s incompetence, I’d want to replace them immediately, and press full charges against the perpetrators.

I love the stability of my wife. I like knowing that she’s there, sort of like how you feel about a good life-insurance policy or new luxury storm windows in the den. It’s like having the high-end weed-whacker in the garage. It’s good to see it and know it’s there, even if I don’t use it more than twice a year. My wife is like that. I love that about her.

It’s reassuring to have the whole “wife” aspect of my lifestyle taken care of and done with, and know that it’s not going to be disrupted. So in that sense, yes, I love her, but I suppose you could say I love the idea of her, as a concept, mainly, more than her specifically. But it’s a good question, to be sure. It makes you think.

I enjoy life. You might even say I love it. And since my wife, or the idea of my wife, anyway, is part of that life, that’s not going to change.

On the one hand, of course I love her. Don’t get me wrong—we’re talking about my wife. This is the mother of my children, the woman I plan to grow old with, the woman for whom I purchased a fine and beautiful home. But then again, if she happened to be some other, similar woman, it probably wouldn’t be that much different. We’d still live in the same type of neighborhood, own the same cars, and have the same children. Well, they’d be genetically different children by 50 percent, but they’d probably serve basically the same function in my life.

She’d probably spend about the same amount of my income on largely the same things, and I assume we’d still attend the same parties and go to the same country club. I suppose it’s possible we might have different hobbies. But we’d have the same holidays, certainly. I know we’d have the same attorney. She’d definitely have the same hair.

It’s an eternal question, this mystery of “What is love, after all?” I can say this much: I can’t imagine being without her, or someone like her. She’s the person I’ve shared my life with. I’d really hate to lose her in some sort of a hypothetical divorce or unexpected-death scenario. That would be a living nightmare to deal with. If that counts as love, then yes, I love my wife very deeply.

I’ve been with my wife for more than 20 years. That’s a lot of time to put into a long-term investment.

I’ve grown used to her. I’m comfortable with her. Frankly, I’d be lost without her. But I guess I’d feel that way about pretty much anybody who was from the same age group, economic tier, and level of education, and who I happened to marry 20-odd years ago, back when it was time to acquire a wife.

If she died, would I miss her? Certainly. Do I appreciate her presence in my home? Without a doubt. Is she the most important person in my life? In a way. But if she were to somehow magically disappear and be replaced one day by a near-duplicate, would that matter all that much to me? I’d have to say no.

I Love The Idea Of My Wife -
Originally found on The Onion – America’s Finest News Source, written by Bryce W. Brant on Feb. 1, 2006.


That article is just a hoot to me. I can’t believe someone would actually post that, but then I don’t think I’ve experienced the freedom to admit such things in a relationship, either. Just felt this was relevant…

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Something about pride…

Posted by Bryson on March 2, 2010

You may see me as one to frequently seek out and enjoy my own company. You may see me as withdrawn and unsociable. You certainly noticed my preference to be without.

This is the reason for which you attribute me the word pride. I wish that it were true, for you mistake my sorrow as pride.

If I could stand between the lines and await my fate, I certainly would. I would equally fall as free as a bird or stain my entire world red. But this pain is mine, not yours. This pain belongs to me because I am deserving. I am the only one who can survive it.

This pain blinds you, as it does me, so you fail to see the truth behind the mystery.

I do not accept this miserable fate as a glutton or masochist, I accept this pain as a savior and a blessing. The action of moving on is not difficult, nor unappealing, it is simply not the evil that I want.

Colors all seem gray and love is more something said, but it wasn’t always this way. I am the ant atop the hill surrounded by the shadow of a magnifying glass. The heat grows the more I run, the fear builds as I cannot hide. More and more I’m lost in this word pride.

But to burn alive at the hands of the spiteful and misguided child is my burden to bare. It is my salvation and redemption, it is about the only thing for which I truly care.

That you cannot see doesn’t surprise me, only that you speak to condemn me.

I could end it all tonight. But this pain is mine, not yours. This pain belongs to me because I am deserving. I am the only one who can survive it. You are not me and I am not you, but you are not you and I am not free.

It is all I can do, all I can ever be, I must save her this pain, I must save her.

Alone I am free, but together I am your pain. This I will not be.

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2Mar

A sad day with a lifetime of possibilities

Posted by Bryson on February 18, 2010

You know, I’m not big on any ideal that requires the death of humans to accomplish its goal. Property damage is one thing, but when you kill innocent people, it’s just one of those bad ways of doing something that tends to overshadow and truncate the good intentions behind the act. Never mind debating the definition of innocent.

With that said, I cannot believe how securely proud I am of what Joseph Stack did, or more specifically for why he did it.

I firmly believe that had he done it any other way, that without the loss of life beyond his own, many of us wouldn’t even know who Joseph Stack is. And what’s more fitting is that his ultimate motive was inspired from dealings with the IRS over money—such a common theme that is developing anymore.

But what really has me puzzled is how I’ve only seen opinions from a handful of people that condemn him as a terrorist or murderer, compared to the hundreds already portraying him in a heroic light. Is this the act of irrefutable change that I have been waiting for? Perhaps.

The more times I read “God Bless Joseph Stack” from the people who share his burden just as I do, the more I have to believe that this could be the start to a revolution that might actually leave us better off as Americans.

While reading his suicide note, it’s hard not to get lost as he trails off into a fairly indirect description of his troubles and ultimately the cause of his actions. But I found myself wanting to support him before even finishing the first page.

I don’t know what else to say…he certainly isn’t the hero this country wants right now, but he may just be the hero we need.

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18Feb

Joseph Stack’s Suicide Letter

Posted by Bryson on February 18, 2010

Joe Stack

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18Feb

Something, at least

Posted by Bryson on February 12, 2010

It’s been pointed out to me recently that I haven’t updated my blog in months. November 10th, 2009 was the last update actually, and it was but a short little poem that I wrote about my daughter.

Well it’s been three months since I wrote that little poem and nothing has changed in that time.

Perhaps the truth is that little has changed. Some things have certainly changed. For starters, I don’t write on my blog anymore. A person I found myself very fond of is no longer around. I’m no longer employed.

I still don’t get into the details of who I’m fond of because it’s private, and someone taught me very well that private things should never be aired in any amount of detail. See, I do listen.

I’m not sure how I lost my job—maybe I did exactly as I should have that morning, and maybe I didn’t. I’ve never been one to take shit from anyone, but not even I can say whether it was foolish to stick with that character trait that morning.

I have started trying to reduce my existence. I suppose the only related secret is that I have been so stressed over it that I’ve allowed it to affect me so deeply.

As for why I’m doing it, that’s not a secret at all. Not to me, and not to any one person who reads this. I simply cost money to live and there isn’t enough of it to go around.

I can’t say anything about it in a normal way, resorting instead to using my blog, because regardless of how much thought or effort I put into it, I’ll be perceived as trying to induce a guilt trip or perhaps sounding unreasonable or childish.

Since I wrote that little poem, nothing has changed with the economy either. I’m trying to fight off my own thoughts that the economy is affecting my job hunt, but sometimes the inevitable reality is simply that things are what they are.

There’s no way to change them or fix them.

It still doesn’t help me sleep any better at night though. It doesn’t help me rest any easier during the day. Knowing that simply means that I must deal with it and move on.

But isn’t moving on about progress? I haven’t seen a lot of that lately.

I still flock to my most unhealthy addictions and obsessions without any regard for the consequences. Consequences, that I cannot control, that take their toll on me in ways that most can’t see and only I feel.

But then my feelings are another thing all together. I have so few of them anymore that I’ve begun to wonder if I really don’t care about certain things, or if the feelings I have just don’t register anymore.

I suppose there isn’t much of a difference, is there?

I wanted to write a blog but I’m not satisfied with what I have to write.

And now I’m cold. Had to go help get snow off the van. I wonder if she notices how my willingness to do little stuff like that is always high. I used to groan about having to do simple things like that, even with Kaytie. I have to eliminate all hesitation with that stuff to feel like I’m doing something.

It just doesn’t apply to everything.

Taking the trash out is one of those things. I have an issue with something and I won’t tell anyone what it is because it’s stupid. It’s still real and valid but it’s stupid and I’m embarrassed by it.

And it’s not one of those things were someone thinks something is stupid, but those around them wouldn’t actually agree. This is stupid and those around would agree, I know because I’ve mentioned it in minor ways to see.

In true dramatic fashion I’ve used a lot of bites of text to not say what it is. Oh well.

Do you ever irritate yourself? I do. I feel a compulsive need to over explain everything. Some times people think I do it because I’m nervous or because I’m stalling or even because I’m trying to belittle their intelligence. The truth is that the more agitated I become with myself over it, the more I see that I have very little control over it.

It’s how I word things, my phrasing, and it’s just there.

Maybe if I do finish learning Spanish it’ll help in that area. I’ll have to keep my phrasing short and sweet from a mere lack of knowledge, and maybe I can apply that to English as well.

I tell you though; this up and down bullshit is getting on my nerves the more I experience it.

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12Feb

daddy misses you

Posted by Bryson on November 10, 2009

The magic went away with you

the magic in you

Colors never seemed so grey

Not until that day

My whole world in your hands

In your hands I melt away

The colors of magic in you

That magic in you …



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Penetrate

Posted by Bryson on October 1, 2009

Give away all my pride, just to hear the word goodbye
Seems to me I never had a clue
These feelings shine, my ego hides, I’m left with sharp things in my side
Just to be the one that you need
And it all adds up to, something I can never grasp
I’m clawing at the walls, I’m screaming in the grass

I feel it coming down
I feel it all around
It’s not like I can go away
Not like I can forget the sound
But it penetrates me most
When I finally find some hope
When I take a look inside
And I find a reason why

I can’t seem to outlive it, my past, my self, these little fits
I’m amazed I ever made it this far
Filled with hate, my bitter scars, petulance flees my sour heart
It’s almost like I buried you, afraid I don’t know where to start

I feel it coming down
I feel it all around
It’s not like I can go away
Not like I can forget the sound
But it penetrates me most
When I finally find some hope
When I take a look inside
And I find a reason why

But then you say the hardest part, words that pierce right through my heart
Where you at, don’t leave me here, why aren’t you here
I fall away like I’ve lost it all, my tears run down my face
I feel it coming down, but I’m lost in the crowd

I feel it coming down
I feel it all around
It’s not like I can go away
Not like I can forget the sound
But it penetrates me most
When I finally find some hope
When I take a look inside
And I find a reason why

I feel it coming down
I feel it all around
I feel it coming down
I feel you all around

I feel it coming down
I feel it all around
It’s not like I can go away
Not like I can forget the sound
But it penetrates me most
When I finally find some hope
When I take a look inside
And I find a reason why

I feel you all around, I’m lost in the clouds, I feel you all around, I can feel you

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1Oct

Tomorrow

Posted by Bryson on September 26, 2009

Colors in the sky I see, a failure that burdens me
It’s almost like an addiction, so much like an affliction
Troubles come and problems go, I feel it when the wind blows
But I don’t hang my head low, I just keep reaching out for you
Beautiful and miserable, the melodic sound of agony
Crazy days in this chaotic world, it almost gets the best of me

And I almost gave up, almost let you down
I play this here song, trying to turn this thing around
And it all makes some sense, even if I don’t want it to
All because of you, I know just what I have to do
This disease is killing me, But I’ve got to carry you … for tomorrow

It’s all mixed up, kicking down these doors
A stranger inside of me, the mirror tells all my lies
I nearly picked it up, I could have set it back down
It follows me through my days, I’m afraid to turn around

And I almost gave up, almost let you down
I play this here song, trying to turn this thing around
And it all makes some sense, even if I don’t want it to
All because of you, I know just what I have to do
This disease is killing me, But I’ve got to carry you … for tomorrow

The more I see the more I cry, try to hide that I’m terrified
And it all seems to go away, leaving me empty inside
Go away I want it to, but I don’t want to miss a thing
There’s a game in this I try to fight, but you are my everything

And I almost gave up, almost let you down
I play this here song, trying to turn this thing around
And it all makes some sense, even if I don’t want it to
All because of you, I know just what I have to do
This disease is killing me, But I’ve got to carry you … for tomorrow

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26Sep

Ramblings So Random

Posted by Bryson on January 14, 2008

My inspiration is strong, while my motivation is plentiful, but where I lack in formation, my mind remains fertile. It doesn’t matter why or what I fill it with, as long as the page is no longer empty. Could I be at the beginning of something great, or is it simply another tale of sorrow and heartache.

I’ll follow my instincts on this one, hoping for the best, but when the sun sets and the day is done, what will it be that I lay to rest. If not the memory then maybe the pain, or for the sake of mediocrity I’ll just lose the ability to sustain. Perhaps this journey will be a fruitless one, but in my eyes it could be so much more, like the end to an evening romance, I too shall soon be behind that fateful door.

Until the rise of my talent I will never know the meaning, and will spend great lengths of time trying to figure out which way I’m leaning. Too far one way will damn me for the other, while the opposite will be exactly the same, and the middle too tough to tame. Each step in a new direction is only a delay to my arrival, but procrastination has its purpose, although acutely trivial.

Now it occurs to me that I am not fulfilling a purpose here, only meandering through the meadows of the void I always fear. Creating more of the same to release what I cannot hold, and I’ll never be so bold as to do it without being told. The assonance is running thin and my thoughts are fading out, I won’t last much longer without some sign of doubt.

You see the answer to my troubles is one I already know, but until it becomes a mystery I will forever chase this misery. It is all that remains in the absence of destiny, and in fate comes the irony of knowing nothing but the chance to be. Still I’ll complete my journey down the path before me, and hope for an end to change all that I see. For now it is drawing nearer, and not even I can do anything to haste its landing.

Oh my God, the swirls of colors surround me, or maybe that’s just the little white pill dissolving within me. Either way the outcome remains, I cannot be an end to what I cannot begin.

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14Jan