About Ercille I. Christmas Ercille I. Christmas was born in the tiny Caribbean island
of St. Kitts, the “Gibraltar of the Caribbean." She is thrilled to be an
American citizen, living in “the land of the free and the home of the
brave." Formerly a supervisor in the insurance industry, her life changed on
September 11, 2001, and she has devoted every minute since then, to speaking
and writing about the threat that Islamic terrorism and internal
anti-American behavior pose to our country. Her book, “Thoughts
of a Proud American," can be bought on Amazon.com, and she also blogs at
www.Ercillesworld.com
and
www.Ercillesuniverse.com.
Change Is Good...and "People Are Crazy" July 12, 2009
I recently heard a song, “People are crazy,” by country music
crooner Billy Currington, and voila, an article was born! The chorus of
the song states that “God is great, beer is good, and people are crazy.”
For whatever reason, “change is good” popped into my head, and I began
coming around to accepting the change that the new president has brought
to us. We should all be proud of the rapidity and almost total
annihilation of the status quo...change is good! Not many leaders can
accomplish in six months what President Obama has accomplished. Only
God, Who created the world in six days, has succeeded in outdoing the
president!
The president is receiving quite a bit of criticism and I am going
to now publicly announce that I am on board his “change and hope” train!
While others are deserting, I will drive that train if I have to. If I
fail in my quest to provide an impeccable rationale for my support, I
will join the “beer is good” brigade, (although I’m not an imbiber of
strong drink). I suspect that some readers may be choking on their beers
as they read about my “conversion,” but please hear me out as I attempt
to outline some cogent reasons why I now believe in “change,” in all of
its meanings.
One reason that I am very pleased with the new president’s “change”
agenda is the closeness it has brought about with my friends and
acquaintances, and I. Before the new president began his term, friends
commiserated with me because I had lost my house after “encounters” with
two mortgage companies, one of which got a nice bailout, the other one
which bailed out of business. Those friends and acquaintances still had
their homes, but now that the “change” of bailout dollars is not going
towards funding loans for the general public, I am the one commiserating
with them, as their homes are now going, going, gone. We are all now
sharing our (lack of) wealth experiences, our changed circumstances, and
our hope that things will improve.
Another “change” that is being proposed is in the delivery system
and ownership of our nation’s healthcare. This plan is a stroke of
genius, as it will tackle not only healthcare but our dependence on
foreign oil at the same time. There will be savings on gasoline because
of the expected proliferation of hybrid vehicles. Huge carbon footprints
will be a thing of the past. Even more important, there will be
increased health benefits from increased exercise. When government-run
healthcare is the law of the land, we can all drive down – in Government
Motors hybrid cars – to the government-operated clinics.
Based on the prototype of new cars floating around the Internet, no
one will have to worry about speeding tickets anymore. Lots of folks
will get exercise from pushing those cars from street to street.
Sweating and pushing a car on the heated cement, not only cements the
bonds of friendship, but it provides great exercise! No one will have to
scramble to pay for a gym membership. Friends can take turns being the
driver and the passenger. While one person “drives” the car, the
“passengers” can push. After half an hour, the passengers will be buff!
Friends, one caveat though...be careful on the highway with those
prototype hybrids. There would be no danger if everyone drove those
thingies, but there will always be some stubborn, reckless
individualistic folks who will insist on driving those cool “carbonated”
muscular cars, manufactured when the American motor industry was
privately owned! With you and your friends in your non-carbonated,
really, really low-rider vehicle,” you may not be seen until it is too
late, and then you’ll be “knock, knock, knocking on Heaven’s door.”
The new president promised transparency and I do believe he has
delivered. The queries of two White House reporters, Helen Thomas and
Chip Reid, gave the White House spokesman Robert Gibbs quite a grilling
on the transparency issue because of suspected plants in the Townhall
meeting the president held to discuss the issue of healthcare. Ms Thomas
was “amazed” and “shocked” at the apparent planting of questions and
questioners. She labeled it a “pattern of controlling the press.” She
was not happy. It is not good to make Ms Thomas unhappy.
But I part ways with these two reporters. In defense of the
president, I know of at least one area where there has been absolute
transparency, i.e., all of the president’s men and women who took a
stand against paying their taxes but then changed their minds when that
pesky issue came up at their confirmation hearings, were transparent
about their original sin and their subsequent reformation. It was almost
like a religious moment! The president could have made this an
opaque/covert/clandestine situation, but he let the entire world see the
tax-cheats’ problems. He demonstrated why that reporter from Newsweek,
what’s his name, considered him “sort of like god.” The president saw
the sin. He forgave it. The reformation of the “sinners” followed. The
confirmations went through. We moved on. It was beautiful.
The president took his wife on a date to New York and the critics
were incensed! How dare he spend so much money in the midst of our
economic turmoil and then have taxpayers foot the bill of nearly
one-million dollars? My question to the critics is: Would you have
preferred him to take a mistress instead of his wife, as some of his
political peers have been caught doing – and actually confessed to
doing? Should he have been allowing an intern to perform “oral services”
In the Oval office? I view this date with his wife as a real example of
family values for the rest of us to emulate! You go, Mr. Prez!
Mr. Prez, I have a confession to make. I made fun of the bailout
bingo and scoffed at the notion that millions of jobs would be created.
I laughed almost hysterically when I heard that employment was going to
be down. Although I am now onboard with your agenda, that bailout deal
needs to “change.” To be honest, the unemployment rate is approaching
10%. The bingo bailout beneficiaries are hoarding the dough and not
lending, except for being beneficent to their foreign partners. I hope
you can change that, turn it around, as a demonstration of your
“compassionate conservatism.”
Another “change” that has come about is in relation to you and the
press, It appeared to culminate with the “sort of like god” comment and
pointed to the perfect synergy between the White House and the Fourth
Estate. I had gotten quite accustomed to the “he can do no wrong”
coverage from a subservient and admiring press. Heck, I was now
beginning to think that if the Fourth Estate says it is so, it is
so, and if a reputed 90% of our press could see god-like qualities in
our president, then I have to become a believer. After all, the members
of the press are the guardians of truth and honest reporting and would
never deceive the rest of us, right? Just as I had given up my
antagonistic stance about this overt synergy, along came Helen Thomas
and Chip Reid to shatter my confidence. You know what? I am going to
refuse to believe their challenge of the White House Press Secretary.
Our president promised “transparency” and I now believe him!
Coincidences are very possible.
Some folks, who were not in favor of the choice made for president,
went so far as to describe the new president as the first “affirmative
action” president. In an attempt to bolster their case, they gave as
“evidence” that no one has been able to get access to the president’s
birth certificate, his college records, and other assorted records of
movement, mobility, and achievement. I say to those people: He has
produced the certificate, for crying out loud! It was/is on the
Internet. I know that those folks are going to attempt to refute that by
saying that his Kenyan grandmother supposedly stated that she was there
at his birth in a Kenyan hospital. Those people, instead of egg on their
faces, will have their faces splattered with birth certificate ink when
the president is finally fed up enough and calls in Helen Thomas to see
and vouch for the real certificate of live birth!
Dear readers, I apologize. I misled you. Unless I get a “change
transplant,” I cannot continue the charade. When even the keys on the
keyboard are tapping out of their own volition, “liar, liar, pants of
fire,” I know that I have to give up this attempt. Excuse me a minute. I
am jumping off of the “hope & change” bandwagon until I get some answers
to my own questions.
Mr. President, call me to the People’s House. I will bring Ms.
Thomas along as back up. The American people will believe her,
especially after her “pointed” comments of a few days ago!
▪ Show us the college records.
▪ Show us the certificate that you were born in the U.S. If, as
your critics suggest, you were not born in the US and are
Constitutionally ineligible to be serving as president, maybe you can
work out a deal.
▪ Pledge that you will stop “husbanding” the resources of “We the
people” and will turn off the government (money) printing press.
▪ Pledge that you will leave our healthcare alone, especially
omitting that “government option” that is already giving me chills. I
know folks who fit that “comparative efficiency” model. I am not ready
to say farewell to my 84-year old stepfather. He is now filling the role
of both father and mother to me. That dual role ought to count for
something on the “comparative effective” scale, right?
Help me disprove the notion that “people are crazy” for having
elected you, by considering my request. But keep dating your wife. I
like that fidelity-to-the-marriage-vows approach, and not giving into
the temptation to unleash any “weapons of marital and reputation”
destruction.
Have your people call my people. Truth in advertizing: My “people” is a
one-woman operation! I don’t know about Ms. Thomas, but should you do
that outreach with the kind of transparency I am craving, you would have
my attention “from hello!” I am out here defending you. Work with me!