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In the movie, Amistad, a slave …every night… works at removing a NAIL from the timbers. One night while the vessel tossed in storm and wave…GOD arrived and the NAIL came FREE.

In the early days of the 21st Century….Americans are slowly being placed into the bowels of the OBAMASTAD…a metaphorical CAGE…hellish and evil. They’re told not to pay any attention to the YOKE AND CHOKE AGENDA  everywhere about them. They’re told to focus on the promised FREE LUNCH AND WAGON RIDE…and vote for more CAGE.  Dutifully….many Americans have JOINED others in the bowels of this newest slave ship, THE OBAMASTAD, never considering the CHAINS attached.

The LOOSE NAIL… in this newest edition of the AMISTAD tale of woe…is the UNHAMPERED MARKET free of red tape and tax. To the extent the unhampered market prevails, prosperity is found everywhere. To the extent the unhampered market is stomped and chomped…there is …but…CAGE and MISERY. On 11-02-10AD….59 days from now….VOTERS…will enter the voting booth and choose: LOOSE NAIL…or the CAGE.

As a voice of one crying in the wilderness….please consider the LOOSE NAIL. When the slave aboard the AMISTAD pulled out that NAIL…and used it to unlock himself and ALL of  his team mates…GOD had delivered him up out of the LAND of EGYPT …so to speak. AND when you enter that voting booth and choose between the  CAGE of TEAM OBAMA….or…the Republican unhampered market-loose nail…YOU will be… either…. hammering a CAGE  NAIL into the timbers…or…finally jerking it loose. Which one will you choose?

David Allen Coe sang a song called THE RIDE. The last stanza seems to have meaning for me this morning: “Mister…you don’t have  to call me Mister….the whole world called me HANK”.

Maybe…we are able to meet what will be. If you’re big star bound…it’s a long hard ride. If you want to sit and smoke… step off and go inside.

Sometime ago…I searched INTERNET for some business I could get. I found offers from as far and near as Vero Beach and Tibet in fear. In Vero the pizza dude leaving town…wanted $1000 for the stuff… $500 for the ground. While in Tibet …Wataba…the baker’s son…wished to exchange places leaving his bread 1/2 way done. Each one had promise…each one pitfall replete…and here I was in my room warming another seat.

On 11-02-10AD…you will find yourself on THE RIDE. Inside that voting booth you’ll meet everyone that ever fought for liberty. Moreover….inside that booth…depending on your knowledge…you’ll also find competing for your favor the NANNY STATE with its promised FREE LUNCH AND WAGON RIDE. Attracting your vote for it will be such patrons as Stalin, Hitler, Mao and a thousand other names lost in the sordid history of tyrant and slave.

Please consider THE RIDE. If it’s one you made….then…RIDE. If it’s one MASTER made and wants you to climb aboard…beware the YOKE AND CHOKE AGENDA hidden beneath the seat! When the NANNY STATE has finally overtaken liberty YOUR vote won’t much any more count. Once MASTER controls the food and fiber industries….we are serf and slave thereafter. I’d say…such a RIDE is anathema to America. How about you? With whom do you ride? Who will be inside that voting booth with you?

FOLKS…on 03-22-10AD…KUNTA KEN TAY, the freedom-loving African, has been captured and  taken to the awaiting slave ship to be removed from his surroundings by force and shoved into a life of chain and misery.

Let us go to your situation and observe what you are doing as you discover slowly the burden and YOKE about your own neck due to OBAMACARE’S PASSAGE INTO LAW. HOW does your  situation…compare…with the plight of this freedom-loving African?  Kunta Ken Tay was in the forest hunting for wood to make a musical instrument for the Tribal Banquet when he was surprised by a band of slave-traders looking for cargo. They observed him and waited in ambush with a special manacle…which tightened the more the victim pulled on it. After slipping on to his wrist unexpectedly this special device…they merely stood back and waited as Kunta Ken Tay flopped around…whipped and…jumped ..struggling hopelessly against such hellish  ”BOUND”…until..exhausted. Then…his tormentors…they simply collected him into their cage and off to the slave ship with him they went.

CAN you hope to find release from your BONDAGE imposed last night by the U.S. House of Representatives? Unlike this woeful Kunta Ken Tay…however…YOU and I…have a way out. We can VOTE to replace our captors investing our candidates with the mission to unlock the chain  and yoke about our neck.

This HOPE…though… will NEVER get more substance than it has on 3-22-10. The part of the population captured by this OBAMACARE will age and their zeal for opposition will wane…until…old and weak…these zealots surrender their need for freedom… hoping their heirs will sense the YOKE AND CHOKE  and continue their LONG fight against it. In a sense we are all …NOW…in the shoes of KUNTA KEN TAY and his heirs.

In the movie, ROOTS, Kunta Ken Tay is brought to America. He is bought at slave auction by Lorene Green. When ole Kunta arrives at his NEW HOME…he’s  GIVEN the name: TOBY. After such name appended, Lorene Green asked Kunta to reveal his name. Naturally, KUNTA…the freedom-loving African…replied: KUNTA KEN TAY! In reaction to such defiance…to such utterance of disagreement…Green whipped UNTIL  “TOBY”  showed up!

The PHASE-IN of OBAMACARE is such a whipping. Eventually, OBAMA knows most people will become mere collective goo with herd-like wit, cattle to be cared for, counted and culled as MASTER sees fit.

WHEN THE FANG AND CLAW of OBAMACARE…however… finally manifests…in 2014…Obama…believes most people will be meekly saying their name is TOBY when directed to bow and lick boot of MASTER. By 2014…all the pockets of resistance will be reduced to minimal importance politically. By then…the FANG AND CLAW will be said to be needed lest the entire OBAMACARE bleed too much RED INK. The MASS MEDIA will be pushing everyone to cry out: MY NAME IS TOBY! I wonder will your heirs cry out: TOBY? I know mine will resolutely reply: KUNTA KEN TAY…you bastards!

THOSE who fight against this YOKE AND CHOKE AGENDA EMBEDDED in OBAMACARE…those refusing to say, “MY NAME IS TOBY….those folks face great  hurdle and barrier erected by the complicit MASS MEDIA. ANY pockets of resistance will be whipped UNTIL the majority of those opposing cry out: MY NAME IS TOBY! The MASS MEDIA will ignore the HORROR OF OBAMACARE…choosing…instead…to air scenes of people getting medical care with these supplicants drooling and  declaring into the camera: “WITHOUT Obamacare…I’d be dead. My name is TOBY…my other name…never ever any more said!”

FOLKS…you and the medical service delivery  industry have  been finally put under the horrific control of MASTER. YOU will find in the years to come some faceless bureaucrat checking your chain and yoke and asking you to smile and say: TOBY. I wonder…will you choose to say: TOBY? On 3-22-10AD… you might as well say your name is KUNTA KENTAY and you’re not going to say TOBY! BUT…as OBAMA knows…eventually you will kneel and lick boot and drool out the name: TOBY.

However, in the movie, ROOTS, the heirs of KUNTA KEN TAY finally are featured on a hill on their knees giving thanks to GOD. In that moving scene they speak out to the universe: “Hear me old black African, we are finally free!”

FOLKS…we are in a WAR ON FREEDOM. Every time you accept even a minor encroachment on your privacy…on your way of life…on your life style…on you in any way…YOU…have cried out: MY NAME IS TOBY! Why give Obama and his vermin Hun-horde your obedience….your dreams…your future?