Author Steven Clark Bradley is a multifaceted, professionally published author. Because of Steven’s unique experience as a world-traveling author, he is able to very vividly and authentically write about place that many have only read about and few have actually seen. Steven simply loves writing, and he has been blessed to travel extensively and loves to see the world. His travels around the world to 35 countries give him a really interesting amount and unique ways of explaining the characters in his stories. The driving force of his life is to tell the world around him what he has seen and how it impacts our lives today, how yesterday brought us to where we are now, and how it will certainly affect us all in the future.

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Four Lessons For Willow Morgan by Steven Clark Bradley & Selin Alicia Bradley

There is nothing more important than imparting strong values into the lives of our children. It is getting tougher and tougher today, with parents giving up more and more of their authority and responsibility to the schools and the government, to be faithful to the call of bringing up our children with examples of mercy, confession, fairness and conviction. Yet, nothing can do more for a child's future than teaching them about honesty, good choices and hard work when they are still young. That is why I have started this little book called Four lessons For Willow Morgan.

This is a story a story about decisions, wise judgment and strong convictions, about that which is right and that which is wrong.

I am writing this a bit differently than I have in the past. This time, I am writing it together with my 9 year old daughter, Selin Alicia Bradley. She is a bright, sweet and very smart young lady and loves to read. So, this is a two-fold project that gives my little girl lessons in creativity and this story can stimulate lots of children to seek more than their own self-interests, if they venture to read it.

Willow is a little girl who is growing up and who feels urges of rebellion, disobedience and disrespect starting to take hold in her life. Her mother and father recognize it and want to instill some true life lessons in her young heart.

Read chapter one, (the only one I have written thus far) and it may make you recall the times you were faced with decisions and how hard it was, at times, to do the right thing. I hope you enjoy it. The young lady playing part of Willow Daisy Morgan in the blog is my beautiful daughter, Selin Alicia Bradley.


Chapter One

Cappadocia, Central Turkey

“Willow Daisy Morgan, unchanged and alive.”

“Sounds cool.” she mumbled with a twinge of mischievous glee.

Willow looked around the place and thought it felt a little creepy, but she kind of liked it. “I was stupid not to want to come here. It’s…” She paused as her eyes darted around the room and her clever little mind formed her ideas as to why something was not to her liking and how other things were just right.

“It’s obviously something clearly … cool.” Willow thought out loud as her mind drifted back to a moment that had actually seemed to carry her to this rustic, old beautiful place with ancient old monuments of a people who lived and survived in the caves of Goreme, Turkey.

Four Weeks Earlier
Cappadocia, Central Turkey

She wondered if it was really all her daddy’s doing, getting her to that place. “Ridiculous!” she always told herself. But she had developed some kind of ritual about asking herself why her father had brought her all the way to Central Turkey.

“He’s an Archeologist. It’s what they do.” Willow reminded herself sternly as she was getting herself ready for a perfect day, though not quite, since her daddy would not be with her; he’d be too busy on a dig somewhere in the ruins of Goreme, she knew he was special. He had a knack for reading people, sometimes perfectly sizing them up before he really knew him. Walter Morgan had not been stingy with his talents and had passed a portion of his gifts to her; things she was only now learning about.

“He’s somewhere watching me, I just know it.” she laughed.

He had told her it would be good for them to be together, but Willow Daisy Morgan was sure that she had talked less to her dad than she did in between his world-wide journeys. She had been almost under lock and key constantly, but she understood it was dangerous and it didn’t make her upset. What it did do, though was to make her probing mind try to put two and two together without the needed information. She was sure the one man she loved completely and trusted without doubt had brought her there for some reason other than he had said.

“So, it has to be good, then.” Willow reassured herself. “He’d never do anything bad to me. I just know my daddy. And my mom, she’d kill or be killed to protect me.” Willow decided to play along, and, today was different. Willow had a free day today, and she could go out and wander in the caves of Goreme and see how people lived in a time when her habit of comfort was very seldom lived. Willow heard a knock at her door.

“Miss Morgan, you know it’s your free day. Your guide is here.” the house Butler kindly shouted through the closed door.

“Hi Franklin, I’ll be right down.” She shouted back.

Willow pulled her boots on and her jacket. She just knew something big was on for today. It was the strangest feeling she had ever had, and it animated her ... energized her. She zipped up the jacket and put her Cubs hat on her head and got ready for … whatever. Willow walked over to the door and saw a picture on the wall suddenly tilt to the right.

“That was weird.” Willow admitted. She walked over to the picture and reached up to straighten it. Crooked things, half-closed doors or drawers closed with bits of clothing sticking out of them made her a certain kind of crazy. It was a compulsion, but she didn’t fight it.

Willow took hold of the picture and she felt a gust of wind brush across the left side of her face and then on her right and it seemed to swirl around her. She was afraid and wanted to scream, but instead used the words she had made herself believe would shield her from any danger.

“Willow Daisy Morgan, unchanged and alive.”

She felt its touch and then saw it swirled into a perfectly pure white mist. What scared her was that she wasn’t scared at all. “It’s too beautiful to be bad, but she knew that way of knowing if something or someone was good or not did not always work. She decided to let it show her.

The mist moved, more slowly and it took on a shape. Willow was sure she saw wings and it was massive and peaceful and had a glow that was not from power but purity, like something that had never done wrong.

“That’s better than me.” Willow told herself.

A face emerged and smiled at Willow. It stretched out its arm and touched her and it spoke. Willow knew it wasn’t speaking English, but she understood it.

“Are you Willow Daisy Morgan?”

“Come on now, you’re telling that you just barged into my room and appeared so coolly, and you’re not even sure of my name?”

“Well, I was just told to ask you that.”

“Don’t worry.” Willow said. “I know it was rhetorical.”

The white beautiful beast looked a bit confused. “It means you were being polite, right?”

The white glowing image livened and looked more confident. “Yes, that’s right. I was trying to … connect with you; I think I read your age group says that to each other, right?"

Willow rolled her eyes. “You’re an angel, aren’t you?”

“I am a Watcher, Miss Willow Daisy Morgan. I guess that is one type of Angel, according to humans.”

“Well, I think you’re cool, so just be yourself, cause I always am. I think this is what my teacher called a culturally teachable moment or something like that. But you really are very beautiful.” The Watcher’s wings glowed a bit brighter, obviously appreciating Willow’s words.

“And one more thing.” Willow said. “You can just call me Willow. It’s a lot easier, don’t you think?”

“Indeed, Miss Willow.”

“I didn’t say Miss Willow. I said just plain Willow.”

“But, Miss Willow, there is nothing plain about you at all.” The Watcher looked at Willow and wondered. “Oh my, none of my brothers told me I’d have one of them.”

“And what do you mean by ‘one of them?” Willow wondered. “You know, one of the stubborn ones who know everything.”

“You mean there’s bad luck in heaven?” Willow asked.

“Not until today.” the Watcher replied.

Willow looked frustrated and then they just laughed.

“I hope you’ll come back and see me soon again, but I have to go now.”

“Indeed, Willow, you do have to go … with me.”

“With you? No way! If I am not downstairs in a couple of minutes, I am going to get so grounded.”

The Watcher touched Willows forehead and she rose up off the ground.

Willow looked down at the floor below her and started trying to protect herself again.

“Willow Daisy Morgan, unchanged and alive.” She shouted with her feet dangling in the air. “Willow Daisy Morgan, unchanged and alive.”

Willow was flaying her legs and kicking at the white beast and it shook its head and smiled. Franklin was again knocking on the door.

“Miss Morgan, are you Okay?” Willow looked over at the door and then hers and the Watcher’s eyes met.

“Willow, no one shall compel you. It is you and you alone who can decide what you wish. Doesn’t a life of greater importance interest you?” Willow stopped throwing her feet around and calmly looked at the Watcher.

“Willow Morgan, can you hear me?” Franklin asked while pounding on the door.

“Guess it’s now or never, huh?”

“I wouldn’t put it that way, because it is never too late to do good, but I know what you mean.”

“You sure are a strange angel.”

Franklin was giving the door body slams now. “Open the door, Willow!”

“And how many Watch…angels have you known that would give you the ability to form such an opinion of me?" Asked the Watcher as he leaped into the air.

"Come down here." Willow demanded. "I don't have time for this. Franklin's going to kill me if I don't get down there."

Franklin pounded again and again and took out his cell phone. He pressed a key into the lock.


Willow's father, Walter Morgan was up a hill on one of the caves; digging in one of the ancient homes and collecting an ancient treasure of information. He had a cell phone to his ear and a small pick in his other hand pounding a certain stone that looked like nothing but which was precious to his professional eye. He felt the other cell phone in his pocket vibrate and threw down the pick. He took the phone read the name of the caller and spoke into the cell already pasted to his ear.

“Honey, I am sure this is about Willow. No, don’t worry; she’s going to be fine, just like you and I were. With significance comes risk. I’ll call you back. Love you too.” He closed the cell and opened the other.

“This is Walt.”

“Sir, Miss Willow has locked herself in her room and refuses to open the door. Should I…?”

“By all means, Franklin. You can open the door.”

Willow heard the key enter the lock. She extended her hand and the Watcher took hold of it. Franklin turned the key and suddenly, she felt herself racing upward and saw the ceiling getting closer and closer and then it was gone. They flew low and towards Israel.

Franklin threw the door open and stepped quickly into the room. He heard a noise above him and looked up and saw nothing, but he was sure he saw a shoe, a boot that was there and then … not.

“If I get grounded, I am gonna tell God and he’s gonna … demote you!” Willow said laughing with her hair flying backward and the wind bouncing off her face. She was very much alive and loving it.

The Watcher looked down at Willow and she smiled with great excitement. The Watcher did as well, but knew the entire journey would not bring her joy. “Not one with her type of personality.” Some things had to be learned with difficulty and sometimes pain.

Walter Morgan’s phone rang again. “Betty, she’s going to be alright, I promise.” He looked up and saw what only those like he, his wife and his daughter could see. Out in the horizon, headed South East, Walt Morgan saw his daughter zooming through the sky; held up by a watcher of God. “Honey, believe me, she’s well on her way.”

Willow’s eyes again saw the present world again and left the past behind. She looked down and saw the book neatly fitted inside the box. She picked up the card again.

“Wow, that day made me a believer.” She thought.

Willow was changing. At thirteen, she was, “not a kid anymore.” She blurted out. She looked up at the ceiling and really liked the magical way the nightlight shined into the rafters above that held up the whole place.

“People are smart” she decided. “Sometimes.” She added. Willow knew that meant she didn’t need her mom and dad to tell her what to do anymore.

“I can figure things out just fine for myself, anymore.”

Being a ‘good little girl’ at church three times a week was just not her anymore. It had all become so routine; so boring. The world just seemed so big to her now with so much to learn, both good and bad for a thirteen-year-old who did not want to play the game of being who she was not. It would be a moment of discovery. Her attitude made her feel guilty, but it was a journey she had to take.

Willow glared out the window into the dark night sky and saw the distant flickering lights from homes down the hill of some who were not as rich as she was but who probably had more peaceful hearts than she did. She looked around the room again and walked over to her bed. Willow got down on her belly by her bed and reached under it for the box she had shoved under there right after she and her parents had arrived earlier in the day. She pulled it out and gazed down at the box that she just knew had something magical about it, because it was the only thing she could think about all through dinner. Willow knew that she had not found it by chance; the treasure, which is what Willow called it and what she thought it might lead to.

“I just had to open it.” Willowed said quietly out loud. She recalled how her fingers sort of tingled when she touched the box, and how her hands were not her own; reaching and just taking the cover right off. It seemed … “Unavoidable, really inescapable.” Just as her fingers were doing right now.

Willow pulled hard and the top of the box was sudden in her hands and she felt suddenly frozen; not with fear. It was some kind of understanding that she’d never be the same after this adventure. It was the kind of quest had usually only imagined or dreamt. Willow pinched herself to make sure it was real. The not to pleasant feeling shot up her arm that told her it was the real deal.

Willow placed the cover on the floor and saw the same envelope on top she had not been able to muster up the courage to open the last two times she had ventured this far into whatever it was that awaited her. Then, both times she had managed to hold it up to the light and see a watermark image of the massive estate that her mom and dad brought her to on the card through the envelope. It was then that Willow knew she’d be there, somehow. So when her mother and father announced this little summer getaway, she wasn’t shocked one bit. In fact, she even pretended not to want to go so they’d make her do it all the more. She had them figured out a long time ago, but she loved them that way. Willow also knew that her mom and dad had her pretty well figured out too. She was sure they knew of her pretend life, singing, going on young people’s outings at church, but not really because she liked it. She had actually snuck away three times from church, but her mom knew it, but had not told Willow’s dad and Willow was sure her mom was smarter than her young mind liked to admit.

Willow took the box and again held it up to the light, but felt a powerful urge and ripped it open. Willow’s hands were shaking a bit, but she still pulled out the card that was inside and seemed, in her mind, to be clamoring to get out. She took the card out and turned it over and read it. The message started with, ‘Dear Willow’. The thirteen-year-old was so rattled by seeing her name there that she dropped it to the bed. Willow looked down at the box lying on the bed and her name was no longer there. That seemed to replace her fear with intrigue and disappointment, especially disappointment, in fact. Willow picked it up again and her name appeared there once more. “Isn’t that amazing?” she almost shouted. She opened it and let a scroll slide out. She unrolled it and began to read.

“Good evening to you, you’ve decided to open the box. Your interest has peaked that could not stop you from looking inside the box. You’d still look in without delay if there had been ten thousand locks.

"You’re off on a journey of discovery and an unbelievable tale. Be careful who you talk to and do watch out for their sweet and evil spell.

"You are going to see what many have not. You’re going to know, don’t forget to ask ‘what.’ I cannot assure you that you’ll come back here exactly as the same kid. Yet, it is known that if you do not take the journey, you’ll forever wish that you actually did.

Beware of the black hearts, for they will make you the same as all of them. Look on with a full heart and become someone you have never ever been, and by the way … have fun!”

Willow took the words into her mind and thought about the poem that had gripped her heart and mind and tantalized her. She read the rest of it.

“Look to your right at the window and be ready to take a dive, it’s a voyage of faith that will make you know you’re alive.”

“Wait a minute!” Willow said. She got off the floor by her bed and walked over to the other side and looked down at the box and scroll card. Now it read, “Look to your left at the window and be ready to take a dive, it’s a voyage of faith that will make you know you’re alive.” Willow chuckled and giggled. Isn’t that the most awesome thing you’ve ever seen.” She almost shouted again, both a tad bit scared and totally amazed.

Willow got on her bed and looked down at the card again. “Look straight ahead at the window and be ready to take a dive, it’s a voyage of faith that will make you know you’re alive, and stop playing around and pay attention.” That frightened her a bit and she dropped the card, but her curious heart made her quickly pick it back up, and she pinched herself again. She was awake alright.

“This is why I’m here.” she told herself. So, she read the rest.

"Willow Daisy Morgan, about to change and very much alive."

Patriot Acts by Steven Clark Bradley

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I hope everyone who reads this will not just think
it is entertainment or the irrational rambling of a scared
American. I am not afraid; I am convinced that no one
will secure our future except us.
That is why I declare the main theme of Patriot Acts
in one key phrase:

No unconditional Talks
Just patriot Acts!

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End Game - Are They Dismantling America?

It really is not so hard to see what is going on in this nation. We now have a party which has won by such massive numbers that they no longer fear anyone or anything, but the loss of power.

The Democrats' usually well camouflaged cold and callous nature has revealed itself just enough to allow
the people to feel the coldness of true Darwinian and Orwellian civil society. Just the threat or even the mere notion that they would let any of us just die was an impossibility in America. It could never happen; not until it was actually proposed and finally penned into the proposed Healthcare Bill and supported by Barack Obama. The people have already only but started to properly and and appropriately let their elected officials know that "We the People" shall not stand for it. Our Voice is the nation. What is America without the support of its people?

Hence, they seek authority more and more. Have you not seen the rudeness and disregard with which they treat our protesting fellow Americas? These are true-blue Americans who gambled for change and have now had their fill of it?

We have another party, which I believe has a true desire to stand stand up for the American people and which is certainly able to wage war against our enemies from without. The Republicans simply seem unable to fight the war from within. We want to fight right alongside of you, there isn't much fight in you. Will anyone call this in public for what it actually is?

In fact, what seems too quick to us is actually a prescribed plan laid out openly to America by President Barack Obama last November when he declared that there were four more days before he and his hoards would
fundamentally change the United States of America. He said it; now, he is going about keeping his word, for he told us in plain light. Sadly, the American people were sent a strong delusion and the nation believed a lie.

America has opened up the door to a world that will be as shattering as the fall of every great empire. This shall not only encompass the United States, but it shall indeed overtake the world and lead to the greatest war the world has every endured. But, do not call this president a liar. For he is doing just as he said he would do.

This nation cannot be overthrown by battle. It would never allow itself to be. America can only be overthrown by removing its reason for greatness and existence as a force for world influence. That driving purpose that led our brothers and sisters to shed their blood for a new country, that drove a people and a President to hold fast to the premise that the nation could not be divided into two in the bloody civil war. our vision of defeating evil, which made our military fight in battle with valor and sacrifice in each of our American centuries has been freedom and its force is the Constitution of the United States. Now, this government, of the people disregards the people. Now these rights, for the people, seem to have been invalidated by a force that has no constitutional right to do so.

Obama’s forces are systematically laying a framework to take over this nation and turn it into a land that forces efficiency and demands silence from any opposition and is being turned into a land of beggars where its people can no longer meet their own needs and are totally dependent on a sterile, heartless government that kills babies, lets its elderly die early, rations healthcare, lets gays marry, tracks the emails and words of its people, stifles dissent and which lies weakened in its resolve to fight for the nation that will ultimately be defeated by forces taking advantage of our lethargic nature installed within us by Obama’s own Culture of Death. We will all have lives planned out, cradle to grave, by this systematic cabal of thugs with an end game enabled by our unfathomable belief in the lie that Barack Obama has the people’s best hopes at heart. There are many ways that this overthrow of the Constitution is happening right before our eyes.

Obama told us that he wanted a civilian army that would be just as well trained and armed and just as well funded as the military. This incredibly true thing will be the underground force of his shadow government; with ACORN, the ACLU, the SEIU, The Apollo Group … the list goes on, serving as his legal and law enforcement force to bring about and maintain, by force, the emerging Culture of Death.

This government now controls business, insurance, banking and companies, some subsidiaries of which are media groups. That was not enough. Now, they want to pass an environmental bill called Cap and Trade that will get the government into your homes, taxing you for trying to stay warm or cool. How many elderly could this law potentially kill? Yes, if this passes, your thermostat will become property of the Federal Government. And if the feds accomplish this, you can bet the states will pass their own versions to take even more money from the American people.

Let’s take it a step further. The President already has the banking system and can regulate them into almost anything. He controls the insurance system, the finance systems, fired the CEO of General Motors and tells them what they will pay their workers. Now, he needs to control how long you will live. Can you see it? If Obama get his way on these bills, he will control how you live, what you drive; he will set your comfort zone and eventually decide when you die. The very day that Barack Obama signs this healthcare bill, the United States of America will philosophically cease to exist, for with freedom so trampled upon, our raison d’être shall have disappeared. Barack Obama will have pulled off what the government itself will consider as a legal coup d’état. And, it’s happening right now.

Have you ever noticed that everyone around Barack Obama has passed away? His father died when he was young. His mother died of cancer, his grandmother is passed on and anyone associated with his youth is gone. President Obama has an aunt from Eastern Africa on the East Coast who is facing deportation and lives in squalor. He has relatives in Kenya who have never imagined the life that the country Barack Obama is now dismantling has granted him. Neither his aunt nor his family in East Africa has been benefactors of any largesse from the Iconic President. This is because he has no largesse. For largesse is not the giving away of other people’s goods and treasure without their permission, but generously distributing that which is our own. Takers do not give; they only take more. Consequently, President Obama, do you really expect the American people to believe you when you say you do not want to kill our grandmas?

It all gives me pause and great sorrow for a nation that has been consumed by the need to get more, and once the people yield their rights to get their money, Barack Obama will have set up his Dictocracy, and the people will serve the system and be subjugated to the level of mere resources that fuel the Culture of Death. Scary? Take a look around you. Hear the voices? Can you feel the fear, perhaps your own? It is time to refuse to cede our freedom for a mess of totalitarian porridge.

Congress is taking a break from Washington D.C. and the America people probably save billions while the evil Grinch’s underlings in Congress are out of town trying to explain their actions to their constituents with the best talking points and the best designed lies that the American people’s money can buy. It is a tribute to real American that that the expressions on the faces of the senators and representatives when they realize that no one believes them are looks of shock and surprise that we are not the lapdogs they thought we were. They are experts at that at lies and unaccustomed to dissent, and if this does not stop, this government will be in for the fight of its political life. They need to know, they work for us.

That means, these little Obama minions will spend the month of August on recess back in their states and districts. That means it is time to give your Senator or member of Congress a visit on line, at any public venues available. These absolutely inept men and women that we work to pay for have taken to disregarding us as the poor little people who cannot survive without them. They are elitists who no longer want to listen to anything we have to say, but it is up to us to make sure that we speak, shout if need be, and tell these worthless excuses of national leaders that they work for us. We have to let them know it again. The American people should never be afraid of their government, but the government should be afraid of the people. It all depends on us.

Consider this, before Obama’s monstrous and eugenic healthcare plan has even been passed, right at this very moment, if you are a 50-year old-with a college degree, you will pay approximately $81,000 over your working life just to pay the interest on the debt in the Obama budget. A 40-year-old will pay $132,000 to just pay their personal portion of the interest on Barack Obama’s game-changing spending. And if you're a 20-year-old, just starting out after college, you will pay a whopping $114,000 just to service the interest on the debt created by the Obama budget and this is before Cap and Trade and his healthcare bill. Here are some issues that should keep you awake at night. Impoverish the American people and control the masses, by any means necessary. Take a look below:

There are several important issues which directly affect each and every one of us who love this country. Here are some of the biggest and most important reasons why the American People must not stop insisting that they be listened to.

Cap and Trade

“The Cap and Trade system involves trading of emission allowances, where the total allowance is strictly limited or 'capped'. A regulatory authority established the cap which is usually considerably lower than the historic level of emissions.”
Climate Basics

In his article, Oppose the Cap and Trade ‘Tax’ Increase Bill, H.R. 2454 Larry Greenly laid out three very important points about the intrusive Cap and Trade Bill that every American needs to know.

(1) “At exactly the time when more and more
Americans are realizing that our federal government is out of control, this bill would establish a whole new unconstitutional activity of the federal government and give it yet another regulatory tool for increasing the cost of doing business, which would necessarily translate into higher costs for consumers.”

(2) “This bill would lead to increased expenses for American households of thousands of dollars per year. A recent Congressional Budget Office report estimated that the cost per household would be as little as $175 per year. However, the Heritage Foundation has responded with “CBO Grossly Underestimates Costs of Cap and Trade,” in which they point out that the CBO study assumes nearly 100% of the increased costs for businesses will be rebated to consumers by the federal government (when has this ever happened?) and omits consideration of negative impacts on the economy of thousands of dollars per household per year. Bottom line, don’t rely on the CBO report to be an accurate forecast of the additional costs you’ll be paying each year due to this cap and trade bill. For additional analysis of the Waxman-Markey cap and trade bill, see The Waxman-Markey Global Warming Bill: Is the Economic Pain Justified by the Environmental Gain?"

(3) “The whole reason for existence of the expensive cap and trade scheme in H.R. 2454 is based on the global warming myth that man’s activities are producing significant temperature increases. Take a cold bath in reality by reading "A Cooling Trend Toward Global Warming."

We have to refuse to give even more unconstitutional powers to the federal government to regulate and destroy small businesses and to control the lives of hard-working and patriotic Americans that would lead to paying thousands of dollars for each American family every year for yet another great society program that only creates mutual poverty rather than increasing everyone’s wealth. Even more importantly, this bill will be just another nail in the coffin that will, in the not so distant future, declare the United States of America dead and gone; replaced by a ‘Big Brother’ system that will control every facet of American life. We must tell them to abide by the powers that the constitution grants them or we will exercise our constitutional power and put them out of office.

The U.S. Senate and the U.S. House are both considering proposals to overhaul the Healthcare system in the United States. The two proposal being discussed include many provisions which will threaten our ability to chose our doctors, individual control of our health insurance options, timely access to quality health care and your pocketbook and higher taxes to pay for a government-run healthcare.

Want to read the whole text of the proposed healthcare bill? Click this link: Obama Health Care Bill HR 3200 Text

A Few Healthcare Bill Details...
Obama Health Care Plan Details HR 3200 currently under consideration in the House of Representatives

Pg 22 of the HC Bill MANDATES the Govt will audit the books of ALL EMPLOYERS that self insure!!

Pg 30 Sec 123 of HC bill - THERE WILL BE A GOVT COMMITTEE that decides what treatments/benefits you get

Pg 29 lines 4-16 in the HC bill - YOUR HEALTHCARE IS RATIONED!!!

Pg 42 of HC Bill - The Health Choices Commissioner will choose your benefits for you. You have no choice!

Pg 50 Section 152 in HC bill - HC will be provided to ALL non US citizens, illegal or otherwise

Pg 58HC Bill – Gov’t will have real-time access to individual’s finances & a National ID Health care card will be issued!

Pg 59 HC Bill lines 21-24 Govt will have direct access to your banks accts for electronic funds transfer.

Pg 65 Sec 164 is a payoff subsidized plan for retirees and their families in Unions & community orgs (ACORN).

Pg 72 Lines 8-14 Govt is creating an HC Exchange to bring priv HC plans under Govt control.

Pg 84 Sec 203 HC bill - Govt mandates ALL benefit packages for private Health Care plans in the Exchange

Pg 85 Line 7 HC Bill - Specs for of Benefit Levels for Plans = The Govt will ration your Healthcare!

Pg 91 Lines 4-7 HC Bill - Govt mandates linguistic appropriate services.
Example - Translation for illegal aliens.

Pg 95 HC Bill Lines 8-18 The Govt will use groups i.e., ACORN & Americorps to sign up individuals for Govt HC plan

Pg 85 Line 7 HC Bill - Specs of Ben Levels 4 Plans. #AARP members - Your Health Care WILL be rationed

Pg 102 Lines 12-18 HC Bill - Medicaid Eligible Individual will be automat.enrolled in Medicaid. No choice.

Pg 124 lines 24-25 HC No company can sue Govt on price fixing. No “judicial review” against Govt Monopoly.
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Look up your elected official here and call to make an appointment to visit them. The most lethal war of the Twenty-First century is not the war in Iraq or Afghanistan. The war that will certainly destroy us as a nation is the political and philosophical one right here at home. It is a war against traitors who no more love the United States of America as so framed by our founders than did the Soviets or Mao’s supporters love their people. This administration is set on a course to either transform us or destroy us. One thing is certain, the United States will never be the same, but it will be nonexistent unless we stop the shadow government of Barack Hussein Obama.

Steven Clark Bradley
Author of Patriot Acts Nimrod Rising StillBorn! Probable Cause

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Mark Steyn on America
Tuesday, 11 August 2009

What’s the end-game here? I suppose it’s conceivable that there are a few remaining suckers out there who still believe Barack Obama is the great post-partisan, fiscally responsible, pragmatic centrist he played so beguilingly just a year ago. The New York Times’ David Brooks stuck it out longer than most: Only a few backs, he was giddy with excitement over the President’s “education” “reforms” (whatever they were). But now he says we’re in “the early stages of the liberal suicide march”. For a famously moderate, Mr. Brooks seems to have gone from irrational optimism over the Democrats’ victory to irrational optimism over the Democrats’ impending downfall without the intervening stage of rational pessimism.

The end-game is very obvious. If you expand the bureaucratic class and you expand the dependent class, you can put together a permanent electoral majority. By “dependent”, I don’t mean merely welfare, although that’s a good illustration of the general principle. In political terms, a welfare check is a twofer: you’re assuring the votes both of the welfare recipient and of the vast bureaucracy required to process his welfare. But extend that principle further, to the point where government intrudes into everything: a vast population is receiving more from government (in the form of health care or education subventions) than it thinks it contributes, while another vast population is managing the ever expanding regulatory regime (a federal energy-efficiency code, a government health bureaucracy) and another vast population remains, nominally, in the private sector but, de facto, dependent on government patronage of one form or another – say, the privately owned franchisee of a government automobile company, or the designated “community assistance” organization for helping poor families understand what programs they’re eligible for. Either way, what you get from government – whether in the form of a government paycheck, a government benefit or a government contract – is a central fact of your life.

A lot of the developed world has already gone quite a long way down this road. If you want to know what Obama’s pledge to “save or create” four million jobs would look like if the stimulus weren’t a total bust, consider what “good news” means in an Obama-sized state: A couple of years back, I happened to catch an intriguing headline up north. “The Canadian economy is picking up steam,” reported the CBC. Statistics Canada had just announced that “the economy added 56,100 new jobs, two-thirds of them full time.” That’s great news, isn’t it? Why, the old economy’s going gangbusters, stand well back.

But I was interested to know just what sectors these jobs had been created in. And, upon investigation, it emerged that, of those 56,100 new jobs, 4,200 were self-employed, 8,900 were in private businesses, and the remaining 43,000 were on the public payroll. “The economy” hadn’t added those jobs; the government had: that's why they call it “creating” jobs. Seventy-seven per cent of the new jobs were government jobs, or “jobs”, paid for by the poor schlubs working away in the remaining 23 per cent. So the “good news” was just more bad news, just a further transfer from the vital dynamic sector to the state.

In Scotland, Northern Ireland and Wales, government spending accounts for between 72 and 78 per cent of the economy, and, as I wrote here earlier this year, that’s “about the best a ‘free’ society can hope to attain this side of complete Sovietization.” But, if you’re not on welfare, working in the welfare office or working for a “green solutions” company that’s landed the government contract for printing the recycled envelopes in which the welfare checks are mailed out, it’s not an attractive society to be in. It’s not a place to run a small business – a feed store or a plumbing company or anything innovative, all of which will be taxed and regulated into supporting that seventy-something per cent. After all, what does it matter if your business goes under? Either you’ll join the government workforce, or you’ll go on the dole. So you too will become part of the dependent class, or the class that’s dependent upon the dependent class. Either way, Big Government wins (as we already see in California).

In the normal course of events, the process takes a while. But Obama believes in “the fierce urgency of now”, and fierce it is. That’s where all the poor befuddled sober centrists who can’t understand why the Democrats keep passing incoherent 1,200-page bills every week are missing the point. If “health care” were about health care, the devil would be in the details. But it’s not about health or costs or coverage; it’s about getting over the river and burning the bridge. It doesn’t matter what form of governmentalized health care gets passed as long as it passes. Once it’s in place, it will be “reformed”, endlessly, but it will never be undone. Same with a lot of the other stuff: Keep throwing the spaghetti at the wall. The Republicans may pick off the odd strand but, if you keep it coming fast enough, by the end of Obama’s first year the wall will be a great writhing mass of pasta entwined like copulating anacondas in some jungle simulacrum of Hef’s grotto. And that’s a good image of how government will slither into every corner of your life: You can try and pull one of those spaghetti strings out but it’ll be all tied up with a hundred others and you’ll never untangle them.
from National Review

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