Progressive Federal Bullying

Just Another Thought...

We can all imagine or remember taking evasive routes home or cowering in a corner hoping to be ignored by a bully. As disgusting as such acts are the same methods of intimidation, bullying, are being exerted on the American people, by the Federal Government. The Progressive Federal Government is the top bully in the pig pin.

Bullying is not restricted to schools, private, or public work places. Massive in its organization, the Federal and State Governments have grown to become the number one employer in the nation. Along with this growth comes an ever increasing demand for funds to pay these new hirers and new programs. As a method of increasing revenue, federal harassment of the citizens is on the rise. It matters not they are working for the people. In the current culture of greed and control, servants are now giving orders to the masters – or so it seems.

Attitudes of elected and nonelected officials have created a climate of distrust and resentment among the tax payers. These are the same people burdened with paying unjustified fees, taxes and increases. An attitude of superiority and indifference permeating the bureaucratic strong hold portrays the citizens as the having childlike behavior, when objections are raised. As a result, the government employee takes a stance of parenthood, which they have no authority for.  And more insulting are those purporting themselves as disciplinarians. Such behavior is tantamount to bullying, abusive attitudes and behavior.

Ben Leichtling state clearly on his blog; http://www.bulliesbegoneblog.com , how disgusting such acts are. Not only that but, he goes on to layout methods of dealing with bullies. As great as this reading may be, can it be applied to government employees?

Conservatives salivate at the idea of removing President Barack Obama from office, and often blame him for piggish attitudes suffocating most government offices. Sorry, the problem arrived; rooted, and spread like a Union Fungus long before he arrived. The attitude in and of itself is a manifestation of those of low character in high office, or at least government jobs.

It is to be noted; not all government employees suffer an attitude stink. It does not take many to cause a gathering of flies around the entire building. Changing attitudes of the fly magnets falls first on their coworkers. By failing to confront bad attitudes and bullies, in the name of job protection, the good become cowards and victims of the bad.

Labor Unions, Progressive Educators, and the Federal Government are masters of the Art of Bullying. Take as an example, The IRS. This agency is one of the top bullies in the federal pig pin. They are used by elected and appointed officials as a tool of control, intimidation, harassment, and wealth redistribution – among other things. They are on the attack from the day a person is born in the United States. Lie, cheat, and steal using a continuous state of legal confusion beyond the day a person dies.

Death being the final frontier, of which we know little facts about, is no excuse allowable to the IRS. They pursue the person, or rather their assets into the grave. This method is known as the Estate Tax. Thieves have no honor, even among themselves. This should be remembered by the Obama administration and Timothy Gietner.

Assaulting Americans has become such a way of life, Uncle Sam is leaving no stone unturned. Bullying is being exercised through taxes, fees, government health care, cap and trade and on and on. When will this end? That is a decision, We the People must make. Will the citizens continue to allow the Big Fat self serving bully to eat our lunch and take our lunch money? Or, are we mad as hell, and we’re not taking it anymore?

Look out bullies; the taxpaying citizens are tired of your stuff. Come November; you are out of a job.

References; www.lni.wa.gov

                       www.worplacebullying.org

                      www.bulliesbegoneblog.com

                      www.IRS.gov

Why DoYou Hate Me?

A man walking through an unfamiliar part of town, found himself surrounded by a mob of angry people.

The mob was made up of different races and nationalities. They were young, old, male and female.
The mob encircled him. He then asked them a simple question. “Why do you hate me?”
No one answered him directly. Instead their voices ringing out in unison, screamed insults at him.

The man did not show fear. He again asked in a normal tone. “Why do you hate me?”
The mob only grew more angry. They continued to move in closer around him until he could feel their spittle on his face, as they shouted, “I hate you!”

To onlookers, it would appear the stranger was soon to be torn to shreds by the mob.

The mob's temper had risen to their hottest. The strange man lifted his voice and bellowed like thunder. In a loud and powerful voice, showing no fear he said. “Why do you hate me? Is it because I am a man, or a woman. Is it because I am a child?”
“That cannot be the reason, you are seeing me as I am.”

“Is it because I am too short? Or am I too tall? That is too simple. So, I ask you, is it because I am old? Perhaps I am too young. Not old enough. Not young enough. I say no, that is not the reason, you can’t be that blind.

Is the reason you hate me because I am white or black, red or yellow. Or because of any of those combinations? To that I say No. You would have to think with a brain the size of an Asp.
Maybe it is because I am missing a limb, an eye or an ear. To that I would say, only the self centered and shallow would go to those depths.

Answer me, is it because I am Jewish, Christian, Muslim, Buddhist, or one of the many different religions. I say not a chance since we all pray to someone, or something more powerful than our own selves.”

The mob was silent now. Some standing in the mob that encircled the stranger, had begun to question themselves and their motives.

The stranger seemed not to notice the silence, and continued to speak as he had before.
“I have pondered the questions that none of you appear to be able to answer. Or perhaps you are not willing to answer. The only answer that I can give you, is that you don’t hate me as much as you fear me. Why? It is simple. You don’t know me, therefore, you cannot trust me.”

A young man in the crowd shouted, “I hate you, and I will kill you.”
The stranger addressed the young man. “Kill me? That I am sure you can do, but in doing so, will you not be killing a part of yourself. Remember, you don’t know me, you only know of me. I have not shown you, in actions or words, that I have desires or plans to do you harm. What you are trying to kill, is the hate that resides within you. You are the host to a parasite called hate. It is feeding on your good nature. If you let it continue, it will grow until it fills your being completely. Then it will kill you. So, if you kill me, without just cause, I need only wait. In due time all of you will join me in death and consequences.’

The mob, now a large crowd, began to back away. It seemed they had gotten more, than they had bargained for. The stranger was not finished speaking. He spoke again, “The hate, of which you have accused me, is your hate. What you do to me, you also do to yourselves.

The stranger looked into the faces and eyes of those who were standing close to him. He saw confusion, shame and introspection. Saying no more, he lowered his head and began to walk through the crowd. As if on command, the crowd parted and let him pass. With no further harassment from the crowd, the stranger was gone. Within seconds of his departure a breeze commenced to blow. The breeze carried an old newspaper down the street. The paper caught onto a woman’s leg. When she reached down to brush it loose, something caught her eye. She picked up the paper. Holding it to the light, she gasped, and pushed her way toward the leader of the mob. Upon reaching him she pointed to the newspaper, and in an excited and agitated voice she exclaimed, “This is him! This is him! You can’t touch him.” The leader of the now, dispersing mob, took the paper and looked at the picture. The caption read, MAN BEATEN TO DEATH BY ANGRY MOB. All the people that saw the picture, and read the caption agreed that it was he.

From somewhere in the crowd, a loud voice yelled. “We can't kill a dead man twice.”
From another direction a woman screamed, “We will face him at our time of death. It is for us he waits."



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L. M. O'Neal aka Larone Mckinley
9-1-2006
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