A Frightening Ten Days

    It's getting late. I am emotionally spent from the first official ten days of socialism in America. I live in the most liberal state in the union. If you want to see what socialism looks like just come to Montpelier, Vermont and take a walk down Main Street. Even before Barack Obama you could not change a railing on the porch of your own home without making more than one appearance at Montpelier's City Hall and to go before the Design Review Committee. In Montpelier you'll see the young leftist stoners on their skate boards and at night the older leftist stoners gathering in and outside of (for smoking purposes) the watering holes and restaurants that represent the city's strongest last bastions of capitalism. You'll also see the empty store fronts and the small businesses that are hanging by a financial thread and may not be here tomorrow. One thing you won't see are books by conservative authors like Michael Savage at either of the city's two book stores.

    Vermont is the home of admitted socialist and U.S. Senator Bernie Sanders and liberal agitator Howard Dean. It is also the home of  The Bread and Puppet Theater who in 1998 celebrated the birthday of Karl Marx at their Domestic Resurrection Circus in Glover, Vt. It is a place where employee unions exist not because they are needed, but just for the sake of having a union, because it is " cool " and politically correct to do so. It is also home to many life long, trust fund hippie, pot smoking, marxist professional protesters to whom patriotism is a dirty word, who have done everything in their power to oppose individualism and capitalism and to stifle business venture in Vermont for almost forty years. In 1984 I watched them cry when Ronald Reagan was elected to a second term as the greatest U.S. President of the twentieth century.
    The progressive push toward this socialist moment started decades ago culminating in the grand prize of nationalized health care delivered by Barack Obama who himself has stated "This is only the beginning."

    It's been a frightening ten days for anyone who loves America and the principles our country was founded upon. Our nation's founding fathers must be turning over in their graves and may even rise from them. It is getting late, though, and I hear the bell atop city hall tolling. I just pray that it is not America for which it tolls.