“Rep. Bart Stupak (D-Mich.) said the White House and the Democratic leadership in the House of Representatives have been pressuring him not to speak out on the “compromise” abortion language in the Senate version of the health care bill.
“They think I shouldn’t be expressing my views on this bill until they get a chance to try to sell me the language,” Stupak told CNSNews.com in an interview on Tuesday. “Well, I don’t need anyone to sell me the language. I can read it. I’ve seen it. I’ve worked with it. I know what it says. I don’t need to have a conference with the White House. I have the legislation in front of me here…”
Applause, Applause!!!
“…We’re getting a lot of pressure not to say anything, to try to compromise this principle or belief,” Stupak said. “[T]hat’s just not us. We’re not going to do that. Members who voted for the Stupak language in the House – especially the Democrats, 64 Democrats that voted for it – feel very strongly about it. It’s been part of who we are, part of our make up. It’s the principle belief that we have. We are not just going to abandon it in the name of health care.”
Our family spent the summer rehearsing this amazing song to perform in Church. We forgot to tape the actual performance, so here is last nights version. Sorry for the dark video. Sometime we’ll get some professional equipment!
“Michael J. Badnarik, the Libertarian Party nominee for President of the United States in the 2004 elections and a former software engineer and radio talk show host has suffered a heart attack. Badnarik is also the president of the 2009 Continental Congress.
Badnarik was in Madison, Wisconsin, attending a hearing regarding a raw milk case when he collapsed, according to Gary Franchi, the National Director of Restore the Republic. “After the hearing he got in a car to go to lunch with friends, He then slumped over. His friends attempted CPR and contacted the paramedics. They attempted to revive him 3 times with no success. Upon the 4th attempt his heart was revived yet with erratic behavior,” writes Franchi in an email.
Michael was taken to a local hospital in Wisconsin and fitted with a temporary pacemaker and a balloon pump to ease stress on his heart. He remains in an unconscious state and his condition is listed as serious.
In November 2009, Badnarik was elected as one of three delegates from the State of Texas to attend the 2009 Continental Congress sponsored by the We The People Foundation, and subsequently elected parliamentary president of that body.
In October 2008, he began hosting a talk radio program, Lighting the Fires of Liberty, on the Genesis Communications Network.”
I will be blogging much more about the Continental Congress in the months to come. I was introduced to this amazing group of people last september when Terry Dodd gave the closing keynote address at the Denver 9-12 teaparty that I organized.
Many of those who stood in the rain for five hours to attend that event were members of the Colorado Continental Congress.
My Dad and my Grandma grew up in Detroit, and my great grandparents lived in the city for a time. My gram LOVED her home town. During my childhood she took me all over the city and as a teen we enjoyed the Jazz Festival every summer. I grew up in the burbs, but spent so much time in the city, it is HOME!
So many memories, including the first year of our marriage when Paul was working downtown and we lived in a little one bedroom apartment about fifty feet from I-75. We were asked to stay in Detroit with his company back in 1991, but we said no, and took off for the west. It has saddened me so much to watch the decline. I pretty much agree with everything that was said in this video, but I would add to Steves analysis that when you have a city filled with the “entitled”, that sort of atmosphere tends to chase away the productive and those who want to suck on the teat of government are the ones who stay.
Few cities have handed out as much cash/perks/government programs to its citizens than Detroit has, and there is zero evidence it has done any good. The whole situation is a cautionary tale to We The People. Frankly, as I watched this video I was reminded of that scene in Atlas Shrugged when Dagny and Frank find Galts Motor. Complete and total decline…
I was friends with a mormon black guy when I was a teen and I remember him telling me one time that he and his family were offended that everyone always talked about the fifty percent of Detroiters who were on welfare. He said to me, “They never talk about the fifty percent of us who work hard, stay off the dole, and live independent of the government and its handouts.” He told me that the strength of the motor city was in its churches and a strong sense of faith, independence, and family.
So many of those families were descendents of slaves who made it north after escaping from slavery. Right on the border with Canada, many of those who survived the underground railroad landed in Detroit/Canada where they were able to start a new life.
It would be easy to think that because of the riots in the sixties that Detroit was constantly struggling with crime and instability. But I had so many wonderful friends, of all ethnicities, religions, and political persuasions. I like to think that living in the melting pot of Michigan helped me to develop my worldview, rather than growing up on the plains of Wyoming where my parents started when my Dad was teaching Seminary for the LDS church full time.
Perhaps the best memory of my youth was working for a week at a muscular dystrophy camp two summers in a row, where I met some of the most wonderful Detroiters – both campers and staff. Those two weeks created some of the best memories of my childhood. Every time I would walk into the main lodge someone would ask me to sing and play the piano. My singing and playing has never been so appreciated as it was during those camps. And it was so good to step out of my mormon community and rub shoulders with people from all sorts of religious backgrounds for a week of service and fun.
I also have great memories of my months of working as a waitress at a Birmingham Restaurant during the months leading up to my marriage. The guys in the kitchen were always singing, and we had a lot of fun plating the food and bantering with each other. They always called me “Jenny Baby”.
Paul asked me to marry him on a park bench on a small hill off Woodward Ave in Birmingham. All of the memories of our courtship and early days as a couple are tied to Detroit.
I pray for better days for the Motor City. Motown can revive!
Someone probably threw chemicals in his face.
