I'm Getting Used to Being Uncomfortable

The fact that my husband insisted every election year on displaying lawn signs in our yard used to make me uneasy.  Now I closely monitor the condition of the Gadsden flag that flies in our yard so it is replaced in a timely fashion.  I spoke directly to my congressman at a townhall in August 2009.  I'm putting my face and honest opinions out on the web.  I've been on the radio with Scott Hennen, giving firsthand account of the 912 march in D.C. and I have been invited to be on again this Friday (at 3:30 www.knoxradio.com).  The way I feel is we've been cornered and it's fight or die.  The tea party is the living out of the "live free or die" slogan.  All of it is so uncomfortable--for me anyway, but if I count on others to speak up and they don't, then what will become of us?  I am positively COMPELLED to act on the overpowering instinct I feel that something is horribly wrong in this country.

But nothing motivates me more than the vile, disgusting, repulsive Obamacare.  Forever burned into my memory will be the image of the despicable Nancy Pelosi with her plastic smile, dropping the gavel and announcing the passage of the Freedom Killer Bill.  I have a special affinity for Senator Ron Johnson and Governor Bobby Jindahl because each of them had a child undergo heart surgery, as did my husband & I.  While it ripped our hearts out to hand our little 6-year-old over for that procedure, there dwells deep within me a raging momma bear, ready to break some knee caps if this government EVER tries to tell me what medical care, if any, my babies will be ALLOWED to receive.  Over my dead body.  Couple that with my untamed and newly-awakened awe and reverence for the brilliance of our Founders and you get one mother who has NO intentions of standing down.  I'd like to see them try to make me.