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Age: 29
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Sunday, March 22, 2009 

Category: Writing and Poetry
save.us_enslave.us

in order to save us, our heroes enslave us
a tyranny of good intentions
fleeting freedoms no one mentions
big lies, bigger consequences
ideologies digging trenches
every solution embedded with confusion
speech no longer free for those that disagree
Some day, not that far away
A grandfather will tell the story
of the pride and glory
of a land that was once free
and the children will think it fantasy
a failed experiment, this liberty

Nick Romano








Monday, January 26, 2009 

Category: Blogging
I grew up in South Philadelphia and later I went to High School in South Jersey.  My experience with Mother Nature and all of her wonderful creatures was limited to watching National Geographic while my father was passed out on the couch, controller clenched in his hands in a death grip.

"Dad, can I have the remote?  You're sleeping."  I would say.

"I'm not sleeping, I'm resting my eyes..now watch this shit and learn something," would be his usual retort.

Needless to say, I never really felt comfortable around trees, and nature and stuff, i preferred the concrete jungle of the city.  No matter how run down the neighborhood or how scary it's inhabitants were, I never felt anything but confident.  No neighborhood was too tough for me, because I had the survival skills for the city..i was and still am street smart.

In 2003, I moved to Tampa and starting in 2004 I started working permanently on Macdill Air Force Base as a Network Administrator for the NOAA Hurricane Hunters.  It was a cool job, my office was actually inside of an airplane hangar!  When it was time to upgrade the network, the MIS team decided to work overnight so as to not disturb the users on the network.

The MIS team consisted of three of us...Mike, a former marine drill instructor who stood 5'6 and weighed 200 pounds of muscle, not an ounce of body fat.  The guy had been in special forces and for kicks worked as a bouncer for the areas largest country and western bar....Jason, a former member of the navy and a current boyscout master...and then me, your friend and hero.

During a break in the action the three of us were standing outside the hangar smoking a cigarette and bullshitting as usual when in the corner of my eye, I saw something coming our way.  It was large enough to be a dog or something...all of a sudden the words coming out of Mike and Jason's mouths seemed to be very far away, my focus was now almost entirely on the shape coming towards us....what could it be?

Finally the shape came into the light of a lamp, and I saw it's face....IT WAS A GIANT FUCKING ZOMBIE RAT!!!! Here I was, late at night, on a fucking airforce base and coming my way was a giant fucking zombie rat....fight/flight instinct did it's thing and you know what I did?  Did I warn my fellow co workers about the impending giant fucking zombie rat attack?  No...sadly, I screamed like a bitch, turned around, ran for the hangar door and closed it behind me...effectively locking Mike and Jason out.

Neither knew what was going on and Mike banged on the door, "Nick, what the fuck?  Open the door!"

"Fuck you!  There's a giant fucking zombie rat out there!  I ain't opening shit, make a run for it!"  I calmly replied.

"You idiot, it's a fucking possum," exclaimed the usually polite Jason.

Boy, did i feel stupid.  Moral of the story?  Not sure there is one, other then when push comes to shove and we get attacked by the possums, I will lock my friends out with the beasts and save my own ass.  fuck it, i'm a city boy.


Saturday, January 24, 2009 

Category: Blogging
Exploring Sexuality

Ok, so if you are reading erotic poetry or checking out a burlesque calendar girl, then you are exploring your sexuality in an artistic and interesting way...you're unique and free spirited and someone worth knowing.  If you're watching a video of a 40 something housewife seducing her daughter's barely legal soccer teammate you're a depraved pervert who shouldn't be allowed around children (or their grandmothers).  Why can't I ever be into the socially acceptable shit?

Ex Girlfriends

As time goes by you start to forget how badly they ruined your life and focus on the good times...unless they were horrible in bed, then you pretty much focus on how they ruined your life.

Online Dating

So, you found a pic and profile that you like...now what the hell do you say?  Is there a polite way to say, "I fucking hate chatting, can't we just meet?  I promise that I'm not a rapist."

Facebook

Way to wide open..i don't like that people can see all the comments that you make to everyone as long as their your friends...at least on myspace a stalker actually has to go to all of the pages of all of your different friends on your list to see what comments you're making...facebook takes all of the work out of stalking...which is why exes are cool for myspace friends, but you might wanna think twice before you let them on your facebook.

Glam

Pick this cd up. When was the last time a killer new young glam metal band put something good out??? Like 20 years ago. To the fans of glam who like to bitch about how nothing good is out there anymore. Pick this cd up and your bitching will stop.


This is what they're saying:

" These guys have a strong sleaze rock sound with a nod to the likes of early KISS, Ratt, Guns n' Roses and LA Guns. There is also a pinch of punk rock both in their sound and their attitude. ...Juliet's Vice are a band with a lot to offer and they seem to be headed in the right direction." ...Heavy Metal Time Machine Jan 2009


"Juliet's Vice isn't afraid to splatter each song with guitar riffs, leads and solos - that's the way all rock music should be.... Juliet's Vice are definitely sleazy (I'll even give them decadent) and fit outside the mainstream - which isn't such a bad place to be." Sleaze Roxx Nov 2008

"This debut release is packed with 11 hard rockin songs that would make LA Guns and Ratt jealous...Too bad this wasn't released in Sweden because they would be huge with bands like Crashdiet and Gemini 5, and the whole scene that appreciates a true old school
hard rock album with a set of balls." Glitzine - Dec 2009

CLICK HERE TO ORDER THE CD!!

Fedor

Who is Fedor?

Fighting Arlovski tonight on ppv...check it out, baddest man on the planet and my personal hero.  I love that Commie fuck.




Lobster

So I ordered Lobster for the first time this week.  When it came on my plate I was frozen....fucking frozen with fear.  You see i'm afraid of spiders, well...all those legs reminded me of a spider.  I had to get the person I was eating with to crack open the thing for me...can you fucking believe that?  I grew up in Philly, I worked stacking Canada Dry in North Philly supermarkets...and I couldn't bring myself to touch a dead lobster!  I need to be on fucking medication.

Warm and fuzzy news

"The emergence of a former Guantánamo Bay detainee as the deputy leader
of Al Qaeda's Yemeni branch has underscored the potential complications
in carrying out the executive order that President Barack Obama signed
that the detention center be shut down within a year."

Look, if you're not for Club Gitmo...that's fair.  Really, but just letting these assholes out is a scary proposition.  In all fairness, Obama hasn't said anything about letting people go outright...they just don't want torture or club gitmo...i'm cool with that as long as we don't go too easy here...I actually think that Obama is going to come around on this one.  You can't read those daily briefings that hit the Oval office every morning without having your colon tighten a little.

I'm still awake

I hate these sleepless nights....I really really hate them...really really.






Monday, December 22, 2008 

Category: Blogging

Come they told me, pa rum pum pum pum 
A new born King to see, pa rum pum pum pum 
Our finest gifts we bring, pa rum pum pum pum 
To lay before the King, pa rum pum pum pum, 
rum pum pum pum, rum pum pum pum, 

So to honor Him, pa rum pum pum pum, 
When we come.


I've heard all of the best drummers in the world.  I've listened to Led Zeppelin, the Who, Metallica, and countless others and never...and I mean NEEEEVER...have I ever heard a drum make the sound "pa rum pum pum pum".  Stupid fucking song.



Sunday, October 26, 2008 

Category: Sports

credit espn the magazine

 

REPORTING FROM:
THE WORLD SERIES

Philly sports fans and Clearwater Phillie backers flood Tampa Bay and the situation is, well, not tame.

by Carrie Stewart
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Ah, a Phillies backer in trouble with authority figures. This seems out of place.

If there's one thing people hate more than traffic jams, hangnails, and gas station bathrooms, it's gotta be Philadelphia sports fans. And before any of you Philly fans decide to call up your cousin Frankie and take out a hit on us, please understand: this is not a knock on you. You know that people hate you—and you don't give a damn. In fact, you're kinda proud of it. You know you'd flip off your own mom if she walked in wearing a Mets jersey, you know you'll tell your grandkids about the day you booed Santa, and way deep down you know you'd pause for a moment to consider swapping the family dog for a championship of any kind.

Well, sorry Fluffy, but you better start packin', because it looks like trade negotiations might be underway.

This week, any Tampa Bay fans wondering where the "Devil" before the Ray went, finally got their answer as the "meanest fans in sports" descended en masse upon St. Petersburg shouting, high-fiving, and constantly goading. They flooded through the doors of the dome drenched in red hats, red jerseys, and—honest to God—red bikinis and red pajamas. Even Eagles gear was rampant.

Dislike 'em or despise 'em, you really have to admire their allegiance and tenacity (although, the props do stop at the point a plastic beer bottle is hurdled at one's head for failing to stand up on a 1-2 pitch).

From the first pitch, their true-to-stereotype trash talking signals the presence of these professional fans who've backed their beloved Phils since birth, as they readily invite sideways stares from the opposition, still a little wet behind the ears with a team only ten years old.

But there are a few curious exceptions.

Sandwiched between fans in blue, these curious anomalies in red sit happy and subdued with their Coca-colas and game programs as they clap modestly after every nice play. Could it be that a strain of Philadelphia fans are growing tame?

Not a chance.

The explanation can be found just to the north of Tropicana Field in Clearwater, Florida—the spring training home of the Philadelphia Phillies since 1947. There, in this town only 21 miles from the Rays' home field, exists a contingent of Phillies fans born and bred in the Sunshine State.

At the game, they are hard to spot and difficult to hear. "Shane" is a non-Philly Phillies fan whose seat is two rows back. Dressed in blood red T, he's booed as he makes his way down the row, but no words causing parents to wince leave his mouth in response, no hand gestures are used, and no beer bottles thrown—in fact, he's visibly embarrassed. A bit later, he explains he's a Clearwater native and the Phils were his team from birth. As a kid, his father had taken him down to the ballpark for spring training every year and in him was forged a passion as profound as any Philly native's, only not quite as obvious.

Obvious is 28-year-old John Colella in the adjacent section. Hailing from South Jersey, Colella is dyed in the wool as well but serves as a stark contrast to the well-behaved Floridian Phanatics. The $300 seat is wasted on him as he spends most of his time jumping in the aisle. His fifth inning "F--- the Raa-ays" chorus is the last straw. An officer and two security guards confront him as he belts out "RY-an HOW-ard" three inches from their faces, choosing to pay his respect to the guy at bat rather than the guy with the shiny brass badge. Somehow he talks his way out of being tossed and is allowed to stay so long as he uses his seat.

After a while, Colella—who has, in the meantime, been focused—works up the gall to start a low-volume version of his anthem. It's late in the game and no one is paying him much attention anymore…except for our mild-mannered friend from Clearwater. Colella looks back and the two exchange a fraternal head nod. Kindred fans are instantly aligned despite their disparate upbringing. Shane then turns, refocuses on the game, scowls, and mouths, "F--- the Raa-ays."

Congratulations, Shane. You've just made Philly sports fans proud.

Friday, October 24, 2008 

Category: Life

Dear Friends:
I am running/walking on Sunday, October 26th in the 17th Annual Lupus Loop to raise money for the fight against lupus. A very close family member of mine is suffering from this life-threatening disease for which there is no cure.  I am asking for YOUR support by clicking http://www.active.com/donate/lupusloop2008/realromano to join my Team and donate whatever you can.  More importantly, please pass this email along to your contacts on my behalf – all donations, no matter how small, is very much appreciated.
 
Lupus is an autoimmune disease that affects 1.5 million Americans, more than leukemia, multiple sclerosis, sickle-cell anemia or cystic fibrosis. It primarily strikes women of childbearing age (15-45 years old), and the disease is poorly understood, difficult to diagnose, and can have devastating effects on the body's major organs including the lungs, heart, kidneys, and brain.
 
Last year, I joined my best friend Ryan Killian's donation team, he raised over $7,000 and his goal is to hit $8,000 this year – but he can't do it without your help.  Please give what you can in these tough economic times, but more importantly, please pass this along to anyone who may have been unfairly affected by this disease and may be willing to join the Team.
 
If you would like to write a check please make it payable to the Lupus Foundation of America and send it to me directly (contact me and I will provide my home address). All donations are fully tax deductible as charitable contributions.
 
Thank you in advance for your support in the fight against Lupus – for more information please click www.lupus.org
 
Best regards,

 

Nick

Wednesday, October 01, 2008 

Category: News and Politics

Watch this video, understanding how this was caused is critical.


 


 









Monday, September 08, 2008 

Category: News and Politics

An Ohio church had the following written on their sign outside the church:

"I KISSED A GIRL AND I LIKED IT. THEN I WENT TO HELL."

 

Video with news story on this idiotic sign

Can someone explain to me how anyone takes these morons seriously? Homophobia, hatred, intolorance, and gay bashing: Jesus would be proud. These morons really like to pick and choose what lessons they learn from the bible. When did Jesus ever judge anyone other than the money changers and establishment? Never. These fucking inbred rubes are killing christianity.

I also hate the fact that because i believe in a weaker federal government that I get lumped in with these idiots. The conservative movement needs to separate themselves from this hateful and ignorant shit.

People for the most part reject this narrow minded and hateful shit, and it marginalizes Christians as a whole.  It's because of this idiotic garbage that people look down on religious folks.  There is quite simply no place for this kind of idiocy in 2008. 

Saturday, September 06, 2008 

Category: News and Politics

My blogspot

The good folks of Lavonia, Ga. have their priorities and their top priority was getting rid of the town's only strip club.

The town spent one million dollars, or a third of their budget, in an underhanded land swap so that they could effectively steal the business from its owners.


This summer, a mob led by the mayor tore down gaudy billboards advertising topless dancers, put plywood over glass doors bearing a nude silhouette and purged the awnings proclaiming the incendiary name of the club—Cafe Risque—in a diesel-fueled bonfire.

And how about spending a third of their budget for a strip club, is it worth it? Well Mayor Ralph Owens thinks so, and residents have been backing him up.

"We're in the Bible Belt," says Ron Walters, the owner of a downtown flower shop. "You just don't do things like that here."

OK - so let me opine here....WTF? Government officials decided that a law abiding business wasn't worthy of their morals so they decided to spend a third of their budget to steal this business from the owners. These people probably voted for Mike Huckabee during the primaries...Let me be clear, social conservatives are just as dangerous to our freedoms as liberals are. This is a clear case of Government abusing the individual and if anyone should be forming and angry mob, it should be us! Those of us that care about personal freedoms and civil liberties...you DO NOT HAVE THE RIGHT TO GO THROUGH LIFE WITHOUT BEING OFFENDED! This shit depresses the hell out of me.

 

 

Care to comment Party People? 

Tuesday, September 02, 2008 

Category: Writing and Poetry

What If?

She came to me looking for strength, and I proved that I had none.

What if I had tried a little harder

Tried to make it work

Instead of pretending to be the one

Nick Romano

Sunday, August 31, 2008 

Category: Blogging

Dreaming on Welbutrin

 

Fuck, this shit is cruel.  you exhibit some self control issues, maybe attributed to a little case of depression and they wanna give you pills....I say, "nothing that'll make me fatter or my dick limp"...so i get the welbutrin.

Now i can't sleep...and when i do i wish that i couldn't dream...fuck it's rough.  last night i cried enough in my dream that i had to be crying for real...listen to this shit.

The dream starts with Paula.  She was young love personified, and i couldn't tell you how many times i've cried and tried but no emotion or devotion can buy back what I threw away...so she's there, and i'm fuckin' thrilled because just seeing her makes me happy...and then she just kind of humors me...she's completely disinterested and she's just being nice...fuckin' devastating, but on it's own this storyline isn't that bad...and then Amer makes an appearance.

Amer followed my dad home when I was three...she was a young stray dog that was mostly yellow lab...and she was part of the fucking family for sure.  the kindest, sweetest most wonderful and charming animal i've ever had the pleasure to be around.  Amer was a part of the family for 16 years, dying in her sleep in 1999.  So now Amer is in my dream and i'm ecstatic and wouldn't you know?  the fuckin' dog won't give me the time of day!! that was the last straw...i cried in dreamland 'till i woke up....aren't antidepressants supposed to fight off depression?  FUCK this sucks.

Political Discussion

is so fucking useless...no one stays on subject and facts no longer exist...i mean each side has their facts and their way of looking at the facts and their spin....i'm a big issue guy and my big issue is that I want a small government and i want more individual liberties....that's it...if i'm a bad guy for that, then fuck ya.

 

The Moldy Peaches

My current profile song is the last song in the movie Juno...it's so fucking perfect for me right now...except it isn't...it would have been more perfect a year ago, but i'm feeling nostalgic...anyways, i love the fuckin' song.

 

That's it for my party people

 

Retro

welcome back....the price
Category: Writing and Poetry

I hear the footsteps of a child and I open my eyes

To find myself in a place I barely recognize

In a home where only spirits dare to roam

Panic strikes! I shouldn't be alone

The footsteps stop and the floorboards creek

A draft fills the room and I hear it speak

You were here before but you ran away

Turned your back and forgot this place

You've found you're way back and we're glad your here

Enjoy your stay...you have nothing to fear

I didn't believe the phantom voice

Stuck in this place I had no choice

The floorboards creek and the footsteps soften

Coming closer my way, in this place i had forgotten

The room is dark, moldy and stinking of my fear

The tick-tock of a clock that isn't there

A phantom faucet drips and I hear a newborn cry

I stand up out of the bed, even though I'd rather die

 

I open the door to the room, and enter a long and narrow hallway

The empty wooden floor creaks beneath my feet, i hear the child play

The newborn cries again, I turn to run away

Keep walking boy you aren't done

There's no escape you cannot run

Not this time, no never again

You belong to us, now be a man

The voice is true, it doesn't have to lie

And closer now the newborn cries

I'm coming to the door and I hear the faucet

The door opens, I try to stop it

Powerless I go into the room, so bright

Typical bathroom industrial and white

The dripping faucet starts to flow, the cries so loud inside my head

I look to the dripping sink, to find the crying baby laying dead

In a pool of blood rotting at the bone, the cries stop but my panic rises

A clusterfuck of emotion, please take me away, no more surprises

I lose my footing and fall, blackness overtakes me as i wish for death

 

I awake in a new room very much alive

Staring at boy of four or five

I'd never witnessed beauty like this boy

His eyes fill my heart with sorrow and joy

His hair brown and curly, his face a mirror of my own

I've been waiting for you here all alone

For you to come back, and see my face

To see the boy you abandoned without a trace

To face yourself within my eyes, to come back home

Son, you weren't here before, how could I have known

I'd take you away, if we could just escape

How did you ever come to this place?

I'll take you away, show you what its like to be alive

MISCARRIAGE OF TRUTH...LIES, LIES, LIES

You knew I was here and you stayed away

I've been here alone, learning games I'll never play

You've found you're way back for the treasures within

But now you have to face your sin

 

You'll never leave now, nowhere to run

Opened up your heart and its just begun

Cry the tears that were always there

Its the price you pay for the gifts in here

And the tears flow now, as I write these words

Finding my gift has brought with it this curse

To feel what has been pushed down so deep

And fear the dark and floorboard creaks

 

 

 

Nick Romano


 

 

Monday, August 18, 2008 

Category: Blogging

Seperation(sp?) Anxiety

 

I'm tired of this on-again, off-again bullshit...I'm tired of saying good bye only for you to find away to steamroll back into my life...this time when i say it's over, it's fucking over!  So, obviously I'm back to eating like a rabbit working out like a fiend and hopefully breaking up with this belly once and for all.

 

Anti-Social

I've been told that i'm miserable.  well to that person I say, "fuck you".  I keep acquaintances at arms length because the word "friend" is over fucking used.  I mean honestly people, what the fuck is a friend?  Can someone please provide me with a definition here?  To me a friend is family that you choose instead of being forced on you by common dna.  If I were to count up genuine friends i'd say that I have had maybe eleven friends all together in my life, and that's not fucking bad!  Sure friends aren't permanent fixtures, especially when you've moved around like me...perhaps if I've spent my whole life in one spot, I'd still be hanging with high school buddies...but that wasn't in the cards for me.  So if anyone is still reading this (you know i've had 41,640 views on 174 blogs?  too bad i gave up this hobby due to work), if anyone bothers to check this out, just tell me, what is your definition of a friend.

 

Intervention

 

So my old and former friend Anthony's(anthony's sad fuckin' story here) mom asked me to write a letter for Anthony's intervention.  This intervention occurring three months after Anthony called me to try to make amends, three months after telling me that he had his priorities settled and that "being clean" was his top priority.  I stopped taking his calls.

 

Fuck him, and fuck anyone else that calls addiction a "disease".  The "disease" is being a careless spoiled brat, the side effect of said "disease" may be substance abuse....anyways, i'm an open book, so fuck it...I will post the letter that I wrote for Anthony's intervention for whomever chooses to read it.  I know that it's not appropriate for an intervention, and i'm sure that it wasn't read.

 

Ant,

Eighteen years.  Eighteen, going on nineteen years ago, you and I met
in the school yard on the first day of school...we've been family ever
since.

I am writing this letter for the benefit of your parents, I love them
very much and I wish that you would have class enough to just leave
them alone.  I'm sure that many people will write letters detailing
the wrongs that you have done to them, but ultimately those folks will
try to spin the ending in some optimistic fashion...not this letter.
This letter is going to be brutal, I have nothing nice or optimistic
to say to you, I do not believe that your addiction is a "disease"...I
think that you're a self-centered spoiled brat.  I think that you're a
child.  I think that you're a lazy asshole looking for short cuts.  I
think that you're dumb enough to think that you can get over on life.
I think that you run away from responsibility.  I do not think that
you'll ever be worth anything, nor am I holding out hope that you will
prove me wrong...because I know that you won't.

Why do I go against conventional wisdom and deny the "disease"
justification that so many ex junkie drug counselors and liberal
douche bag politicians like to give folks like you?  Because I
actually know you...your disease is being an asshole, a side effect of
being an asshole was opiate dependance, but no one should pretend that
the opiates have made you an asshole.  Since I've met you, you have
avoided responsibilty, passed off blame, run away from obligations,
lied, cheated, stolen, manipulated, quit everything you've ever
started and bullshitted everyone you've ever met...Can we blame
opiates on all of your gambling losses?  Can we blame opiates on the
so-called friends that you've screwed over?  No.  The disease is you.
You are a cancer, and the best thing for all of us that know you and
who have loved you is for you to be cut the fuck out.  You've never
cared about the consequences of your actions, you've never cared for
other people's feelings and you've never put in an honest effort into
living up to your responsibilities.

I sincerely hope that your parents are finally ready to wash their
hands of you.  They are good people and have never deserved to have
such a rotten sociopath of a son in their lives.  You've never given
thought to your parent's health, their financial future, or their
emotional well being.  If you were an actual human, you'd just leave
them alone.

Let's face facts, if the only thing that you had done was leave my
brother as he was dying from heroin that you had purchased with him, i
might be able to move on...but it's not just that.  You've
systematically lied to me for the last five years, you stole from my
best friend's mother (ryan), you stole from my little brother, you
acted disrespectfully in front of my parents (who the fuck are you to
sit at the poker table with some fucking prostitute in front of my
mother?), and you've effectively manipulated my heart felt love for
you for your advantage.

As Joey lay in the hospital fighting for his life, I very nearly
attacked my Uncle Tony for his suggestion that Joseph was with
you....motherfucker, even then, with no reason to believe a word you
said to me, I was about to physically attack a man that actually loved
me and my family in defense of a child that only loves himself.
That's the last time i'll ever believe anything that you say to me,
that last lie....that last lie that could only work if my brother had
died.

When your mother called me and asked me to write this, i knew
immediately that this letter was going to be brutal...because i don't
believe in interventions, I really don't give a fuck if this "helps"
you because i can't believe that you can be helped...but let me tell
you the truth about yourself and your future.

You are a sniveling, conniving, piece of shit and the best thing that
you could ever fucking do in your life...the only thing that you could
do to redeem yourself in anyway is to walk away from all of us that
have had the misfortune of loving you.  That includes Blake and
Jessica.  You do that child no fucking favors by being around him, you
are a horrible example of what a man should be and that child should
not be influenced by your piss poor example of "manhood".  With any
luck, Blake will grow up with a conscience, with honor, with respect
for others, and with constraint...to summarize, hopefully he'll grow
up nothing like the sperm donor that he calls dad.

Whatever....whatever happens, i only give a fuck because of your
family...after eighteen long years...i just don't have it in me to
care about you any longer.

Later,

Nick

that's it for me party people...back to work

Wednesday, April 09, 2008 

Current mood:  geeky
Category: News and Politics

This is a transcript for "the speech", given by Ronald Reagan in support of Barry Goldwater’s campaign...some consider it amongst the 100 greatest speeches given by anyone, and this speech led directly to Reagan running for and winning the office of Governor of California.  This speech is the very foundation of my personal political beliefs.  if you take the prinicipal of each of his arguments and apply them today, these prinicpals still hold true...enjoy.

Program Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen, we take pride in presenting a thoughtful address by Ronald Reagan. Mr. Reagan:

Reagan: Thank you. Thank you very much. Thank you and good evening. The sponsor has been identified, but unlike most television programs, the performer hasn’t been provided with a script. As a matter of fact, I have been permitted to choose my own words and discuss my own ideas regarding the choice that we face in the next few weeks.

I have spent most of my life as a Democrat. I recently have seen fit to follow another course. I believe that the issues confronting us cross party lines. Now, one side in this campaign has been telling us that the issues of this election are the maintenance of peace and prosperity. The line has been used, "We’ve never had it so good."

But I have an uncomfortable feeling that this prosperity isn’t something on which we can base our hopes for the future. No nation in history has ever survived a tax burden that reached a third of its national income. Today, 37 cents out of every dollar earned in this country is the tax collector’s share, and yet our government continues to spend 17 million dollars a day more than the government takes in. We haven’t balanced our budget 28 out of the last 34 years. We’ve raised our debt limit three times in the last twelve months, and now our national debt is one and a half times bigger than all the combined debts of all the nations of the world. We have 15 billion dollars in gold in our treasury; we don’t own an ounce. Foreign dollar claims are 27.3 billion dollars. And we’ve just had announced that the dollar of 1939 will now purchase 45 cents in its total value.

As for the peace that we would preserve, I wonder who among us would like to approach the wife or mother whose husband or son has died in South Vietnam and ask them if they think this is a peace that should be maintained indefinitely. Do they mean peace, or do they mean we just want to be left in peace? There can be no real peace while one American is dying some place in the world for the rest of us. We’re at war with the most dangerous enemy that has ever faced mankind in his long climb from the swamp to the stars, and it’s been said if we lose that war, and in so doing lose this way of freedom of ours, history will record with the greatest astonishment that those who had the most to lose did the least to prevent its happening. Well I think it’s time we ask ourselves if we still know the freedoms that were intended for us by the Founding Fathers.

Not too long ago, two friends of mine were talking to a Cuban refugee, a businessman who had escaped from Castro, and in the midst of his story one of my friends turned to the other and said, "We don’t know how lucky we are." And the Cuban stopped and said, "How lucky you are? I had someplace to escape to." And in that sentence he told us the entire story. If we lose freedom here, there’s no place to escape to. This is the last stand on earth.

And this idea that government is beholden to the people, that it has no other source of power except the sovereign people, is still the newest and the most unique idea in all the long history of man’s relation to man.

This is the issue of this election: whether we believe in our capacity for self-government or whether we abandon the American revolution and confess that a little intellectual elite in a far-distant capitol can plan our lives for us better than we can plan them ourselves.

You and I are told increasingly we have to choose between a left or right. Well I’d like to suggest there is no such thing as a left or right. There’s only an up or down: [up] man’s old -- old-aged dream, the ultimate in individual freedom consistent with law and order, or down to the ant heap of totalitarianism. And regardless of their sincerity, their humanitarian motives, those who would trade our freedom for security have embarked on this downward course.

In this vote-harvesting time, they use terms like the "Great Society," or as we were told a few days ago by the President, we must accept a greater government activity in the affairs of the people. But they’ve been a little more explicit in the past and among themselves; and all of the things I now will quote have appeared in print. These are not Republican accusations. For example, they have voices that say, "The cold war will end through our acceptance of a not undemocratic socialism." Another voice says, "The profit motive has become outmoded. It must be replaced by the incentives of the welfare state." Or, "Our traditional system of individual freedom is incapable of solving the complex problems of the 20th century." Senator Fulbright has said at Stanford University that the Constitution is outmoded. He referred to the President as "our moral teacher and our leader," and he says he is "hobbled in his task by the restrictions of power imposed on him by this antiquated document&183;" He must "be freed," so that he "can do for us" what he knows "is best." And Senator Clark of Pennsylvania, another articulate spokesman, defines liberalism as "meeting the material needs of the masses through the full power of centralized government."

Well, I, for one, resent it when a representative of the people refers to you and me, the free men and women of this country, as "the masses." This is a term we haven’t applied to ourselves in America. But beyond that, "the full power of centralized government" -- this was the very thing the Founding Fathers sought to minimize. They knew that governments don’t control things. A government can’t control the economy without controlling people. And they know when a government sets out to do that, it must use force and coercion to achieve its purpose. They also knew, those Founding Fathers, that outside of its legitimate functions, government does nothing as well or as economically as the private sector of the economy.

Now, we have no better example of this than government’s involvement in the farm economy over the last 30 years. Since 1955, the cost of this program has nearly doubled. One-fourth of farming in America is responsible for 85% of the farm surplus. Three-fourths of farming is out on the free market and has known a 21% increase in the per capita consumption of all its produce. You see, that one-fourth of farming -- that’s regulated and controlled by the federal government. In the last three years we’ve spent 43 dollars in the feed grain program for every dollar bushel of corn we don’t grow.

Senator Humphrey last week charged that Barry Goldwater, as President, would seek to eliminate farmers. He should do his homework a little better, because he’ll find out that we’ve had a decline of 5 million in the farm population under these government programs. He’ll also find that the Democratic administration has sought to get from Congress [an] extension of the farm program to include that three-fourths that is now free. He’ll find that they’ve also asked for the right to imprison farmers who wouldn’t keep books as prescribed by the federal government. The Secretary of Agriculture asked for the right to seize farms through condemnation and resell them to other individuals. And contained in that same program was a provision that would have allowed the federal government to remove 2 million farmers from the soil.

At the same time, there’s been an increase in the Department of Agriculture employees. There’s now one for every 30 farms in the United States, and still they can’t tell us how 66 shiploads of grain headed for Austria disappeared without a trace and Billie Sol Estes never left shore.

Every responsible farmer and farm organization has repeatedly asked the government to free the farm economy, but how -- who are farmers to know what’s best for them? The wheat farmers voted against a wheat program. The government passed it anyway. Now the price of bread goes up; the price of wheat to the farmer goes down.

Meanwhile, back in the city, under urban renewal the assault on freedom carries on. Private property rights [are] so diluted that public interest is almost anything a few government planners decide it should be. In a program that takes from the needy and gives to the greedy, we see such spectacles as in Cleveland, Ohio, a million-and-a-half-dollar building completed only three years ago must be destroyed to make way for what government officials call a "more compatible use of the land." The President tells us he’s now going to start building public housing units in the thousands, where heretofore we’ve only built them in the hundreds. But FHA [Federal Housing Authority] and the Veterans Administration tell us they have 120,000 housing units they’ve taken back through mortgage foreclosure. For three decades, we’ve sought to solve the problems of unemployment through government planning, and the more the plans fail, the more the planners plan. The latest is the Area Redevelopment Agency.

They’ve just declared Rice County, Kansas, a depressed area. Rice County, Kansas, has two hundred oil wells, and the 14,000 people there have over 30 million dollars on deposit in personal savings in their banks. And when the government tells you you’re depressed, lie down and be depressed.

We have so many people who can’t see a fat man standing beside a thin one without coming to the conclusion the fat man got that way by taking advantage of the thin one. So they’re going to solve all the problems of human misery through government and government planning. Well, now, if government planning and welfare had the answer -- and they’ve had almost 30 years of it -- shouldn’t we expect government to read the score to us once in a while? Shouldn’t they be telling us about the decline each year in the number of people needing help? The reduction in the need for public housing?

But the reverse is true. Each year the need grows greater; the program grows greater. We were told four years ago that 17 million people went to bed hungry each night. Well that was probably true. They were all on a diet. But now we’re told that 9.3 million families in this country are poverty-stricken on the basis of earning less than 3,000 dollars a year. Welfare spending [is] 10 times greater than in the dark depths of the Depression. We’re spending 45 billion dollars on welfare. Now do a little arithmetic, and you’ll find that if we divided the 45 billion dollars up equally among those 9 million poor families, we’d be able to give each family 4,600 dollars a year. And this added to their present income should eliminate poverty. Direct aid to the poor, however, is only running only about 600 dollars per family. It would seem that someplace there must be some overhead.

Now -- so now we declare "war on poverty," or "You, too, can be a Bobby Baker." Now do they honestly expect us to believe that if we add 1 billion dollars to the 45 billion we’re spending, one more program to the 30-odd we have -- and remember, this new program doesn’t replace any, it just duplicates existing programs -- do they believe that poverty is suddenly going to disappear by magic? Well, in all fairness I should explain there is one part of the new program that isn’t duplicated. This is the youth feature. We’re now going to solve the dropout problem, juvenile delinquency, by reinstituting something like the old CCC camps [Civilian Conservation Corps], and we’re going to put our young people in these camps. But again we do some arithmetic, and we find that we’re going to spend each year just on room and board for each young person we help 4,700 dollars a year. We can send them to Harvard for 2,700! Course, don’t get me wrong. I’m not suggesting Harvard is the answer to juvenile delinquency.

But seriously, what are we doing to those we seek to help? Not too long ago, a judge called me here in Los Angeles. He told me of a young woman who’d come before him for a divorce. She had six children, was pregnant with her seventh. Under his questioning, she revealed her husband was a laborer earning 250 dollars a month. She wanted a divorce to get an 80 dollar raise. She’s eligible for 330 dollars a month in the Aid to Dependent Children Program. She got the idea from two women in her neighborhood who’d already done that very thing.

Yet anytime you and I question the schemes of the do-gooders, we’re denounced as being against their humanitarian goals. They say we’re always "against" things -- we’re never "for" anything.

Well, the trouble with our liberal friends is not that they’re ignorant; it’s just that they know so much that isn’t so.

Now -- we’re for a provision that destitution should not follow unemployment by reason of old age, and to that end we’ve accepted Social Security as a step toward meeting the problem.

But we’re against those entrusted with this program when they practice deception regarding its fiscal shortcomings, when they charge that any criticism of the program means that we want to end payments to those people who depend on them for a livelihood. They’ve called it "insurance" to us in a hundred million pieces of literature. But then they appeared before the Supreme Court and they testified it was a welfare program. They only use the term "insurance" to sell it to the people. And they said Social Security dues are a tax for the general use of the government, and the government has used that tax. There is no fund, because Robert Byers, the actuarial head, appeared before a congressional committee and admitted that Social Security as of this moment is 298 billion dollars in the hole. But he said there should be no cause for worry because as long as they have the power to tax, they could always take away from the people whatever they needed to bail them out of trouble. And they’re doing just that.

A young man, 21 years of age, working at an average salary -- his Social Security contribution would, in the open market, buy him an insurance policy that would guarantee 220 dollars a month at age 65. The government promises 127. He could live it up until he’s 31 and then take out a policy that would pay more than Social Security. Now are we so lacking in business sense that we can’t put this program on a sound basis, so that people who do require those payments will find they can get them when they’re due -- that the cupboard isn’t bare?

Barry Goldwater thinks we can.

At the same time, can’t we introduce voluntary features that would permit a citizen who can do better on his own to be excused upon presentation of evidence that he had made provision for the non-earning years? Should we not allow a widow with children to work, and not lose the benefits supposedly paid for by her deceased husband? Shouldn’t you and I be allowed to declare who our beneficiaries will be under this program, which we cannot do? I think we’re for telling our senior citizens that no one in this country should be denied medical care because of a lack of funds. But I think we’re against forcing all citizens, regardless of need, into a compulsory government program, especially when we have such examples, as was announced last week, when France admitted that their Medicare program is now bankrupt. They’ve come to the end of the road.

In addition, was Barry Goldwater so irresponsible when he suggested that our government give up its program of deliberate, planned inflation, so that when you do get your Social Security pension, a dollar will buy a dollar’s worth, and not 45 cents worth?

I think we’re for an international organization, where the nations of the world can seek peace. But I think we’re against subordinating American interests to an organization that has become so structurally unsound that today you can muster a two-thirds vote on the floor of the General Assembly among nations that represent less than 10 percent of the world’s population. I think we’re against the hypocrisy of assailing our allies because here and there they cling to a colony, while we engage in a conspiracy of silence and never open our mouths about the millions of people enslaved in the Soviet colonies in the satellite nations.

I think we’re for aiding our allies by sharing of our material blessings with those nations which share in our fundamental beliefs, but we’re against doling out money government to government, creating bureaucracy, if not socialism, all over the world. We set out to help 19 countries. We’re helping 107. We’ve spent 146 billion dollars. With that money, we bought a 2 million dollar yacht for Haile Selassie. We bought dress suits for Greek undertakers, extra wives for Kenya[n] government officials. We bought a thousand TV sets for a place where they have no electricity. In the last six years, 52 nations have bought 7 billion dollars worth of our gold, and all 52 are receiving foreign aid from this country.

No government ever voluntarily reduces itself in size. So, governments’ programs, once launched, never disappear.

Actually, a government bureau is the nearest thing to eternal life we’ll ever see on this earth.

Federal employees -- federal employees number two and a half million; and federal, state, and local, one out of six of the nation’s work force employed by government. These proliferating bureaus with their thousands of regulations have cost us many of our constitutional safeguards. How many of us realize that today federal agents can invade a man’s property without a warrant? They can impose a fine without a formal hearing, let alone a trial by jury? And they can seize and sell his property at auction to enforce the payment of that fine. In Chico County, Arkansas, James Wier over-planted his rice allotment. The government obtained a 17,000 dollar judgment. And a U.S. marshal sold his 960-acre farm at auction. The government said it was necessary as a warning to others to make the system work.

Last February 19th at the University of Minnesota, Norman Thomas, six-times candidate for President on the Socialist Party ticket, said, "If Barry Goldwater became President, he would stop the advance of socialism in the United States." I think that’s exactly what he will do.

But as a former Democrat, I can tell you Norman Thomas isn’t the only man who has drawn this parallel to socialism with the present administration, because back in 1936, Mr. Democrat himself, Al Smith, the great American, came before the American people and charged that the leadership of his Party was taking the Party of Jefferson, Jackson, and Cleveland down the road under the banners of Marx, Lenin, and Stalin. And he walked away from his Party, and he never returned til the day he died -- because to this day, the leadership of that Party has been taking that Party, that honorable Party, down the road in the image of the labor Socialist Party of England.

Now it doesn’t require expropriation or confiscation of private property or business to impose socialism on a people. What does it mean whether you hold the deed to the -- or the title to your business or property if the government holds the power of life and death over that business or property? And such machinery already exists. The government can find some charge to bring against any concern it chooses to prosecute. Every businessman has his own tale of harassment. Somewhere a perversion has taken place. Our natural, unalienable rights are now considered to be a dispensation of government, and freedom has never been so fragile, so close to slipping from our grasp as it is at this moment.

Our Democratic opponents seem unwilling to debate these issues. They want to make you and I believe that this is a contest between two men -- that we’re to choose just between two personalities.

Well what of this man that they would destroy -- and in destroying, they would destroy that which he represents, the ideas that you and I hold dear? Is he the brash and shallow and trigger-happy man they say he is? Well I’ve been privileged to know him "when." I knew him long before he ever dreamed of trying for high office, and I can tell you personally I’ve never known a man in my life I believed so incapable of doing a dishonest or dishonorable thing.

This is a man who, in his own business before he entered politics, instituted a profit-sharing plan before unions had ever thought of it. He put in health and medical insurance for all his employees. He took 50 percent of the profits before taxes and set up a retirement program, a pension plan for all his employees. He sent monthly checks for life to an employee who was ill and couldn’t work. He provides nursing care for the children of mothers who work in the stores. When Mexico was ravaged by the floods in the Rio Grande, he climbed in his airplane and flew medicine and supplies down there.

An ex-GI told me how he met him. It was the week before Christmas during the Korean War, and he was at the Los Angeles airport trying to get a ride home to Arizona for Christmas. And he said that [there were] a lot of servicemen there and no seats available on the planes. And then a voice came over the loudspeaker and said, "Any men in uniform wanting a ride to Arizona, go to runway such-and-such," and they went down there, and there was a fellow named Barry Goldwater sitting in his plane. Every day in those weeks before Christmas, all day long, he’d load up the plane, fly it to Arizona, fly them to their homes, fly back over to get another load.

During the hectic split-second timing of a campaign, this is a man who took time out to sit beside an old friend who was dying of cancer. His campaign managers were understandably impatient, but he said, "There aren’t many left who care what happens to her. I’d like her to know I care." This is a man who said to his 19-year-old son, "There is no foundation like the rock of honesty and fairness, and when you begin to build your life on that rock, with the cement of the faith in God that you have, then you have a real start." This is not a man who could carelessly send other people’s sons to war. And that is the issue of this campaign that makes all the other problems I’ve discussed academic, unless we realize we’re in a war that must be won.

 

Those who would trade our freedom for the soup kitchen of the welfare state have told us they have a utopian solution of peace without victory. They call their policy "accommodation." And they say if we’ll only avoid any direct confrontation with the enemy, he’ll forget his evil ways and learn to love us. All who oppose them are indicted as warmongers. They say we offer simple answers to complex problems. Well, perhaps there is a simple answer -- not an easy answer -- but simple: If you and I have the courage to tell our elected officials that we want our national policy based on what we know in our hearts is morally right.

We cannot buy our security, our freedom from the threat of the bomb by committing an immorality so great as saying to a billion human beings now enslaved behind the Iron Curtain, "Give up your dreams of freedom because to save our own skins, we’re willing to make a deal with your slave masters." Alexander Hamilton said, "A nation which can prefer disgrace to danger is prepared for a master, and deserves one." Now let’s set the record straight. There’s no argument over the choice between peace and war, but there’s only one guaranteed way you can have peace -- and you can have it in the next second -- surrender.

Admittedly, there’s a risk in any course we follow other than this, but every lesson of history tells us that the greater risk lies in appeasement, and this is the specter our well-meaning liberal friends refuse to face -- that their policy of accommodation is appeasement, and it gives no choice between peace and war, only between fight or surrender. If we continue to accommodate, continue to back and retreat, eventually we have to face the final demand -- the ultimatum. And what then -- when Nikita Khrushchev has told his people he knows what our answer will be? He has told them that we’re retreating under the pressure of the Cold War, and someday when the time comes to deliver the final ultimatum, our surrender will be voluntary, because by that time we will have been weakened from within spiritually, morally, and economically. He believes this because from our side he’s heard voices pleading for "peace at any price" or "better Red than dead," or as one commentator put it, he’d rather "live on his knees than die on his feet." And therein lies the road to war, because those voices don’t speak for the rest of us.

You and I know and do not believe that life is so dear and peace so sweet as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery. If nothing in life is worth dying for, when did this begin -- just in the face of this enemy? Or should Moses have told the children of Israel to live in slavery under the pharaohs? Should Christ have refused the cross? Should the patriots at Concord Bridge have thrown down their guns and refused to fire the shot heard ’round the world? The martyrs of history were not fools, and our honored dead who gave their lives to stop the advance of the Nazis didn’t die in vain. Where, then, is the road to peace? Well it’s a simple answer after all.

You and I have the courage to say to our enemies, "There is a price we will not pay." "There is a point beyond which they must not advance." And this -- this is the meaning in the phrase of Barry Goldwater’s "peace through strength." Winston Churchill said, "The destiny of man is not measured by material computations. When great forces are on the move in the world, we learn we’re spirits -- not animals." And he said, "There’s something going on in time and space, and beyond time and space, which, whether we like it or not, spells duty."

You and I have a rendezvous with destiny.

We’ll preserve for our children this, the last best hope of man on earth, or we’ll sentence them to take the last step into a thousand years of darkness.

We will keep in mind and remember that Barry Goldwater has faith in us. He has faith that you and I have the ability and the dignity and the right to make our own decisions and determine our own destiny.

Thank you very much.

 

I’ve posted this here because I feel that in these days of party loyalty and division the things that we talk least about are the issues.  I feel that neither party reflects these beliefs anymore and I’m tired of the tabloid journalism that hides the real issues from the voters.

You will notice that there aren’t any personal attacks, or smears of character, but a coherent line of thought aimed at the issues and Reagan’s opposition to the "Great Society". 

Nowadays politics are devoid of serious talks on constitutional issues and the cause and effect of government spending, instead we are told to decide based on what minister the candidate follows, or exaggerations of sniper fire, or misspeaks.  It’s all "ra ra hurray for our side", and I’ve gotta tell ya folks, this isn’t a football game and there are no home teams.

 

Nick Romano

Monday, March 24, 2008 

Category: Writing and Poetry

I left the bathroom,

my belt unbuckled

Your friend’s all saw me

and they just chuckled

I see your eyes,

they look right through me

And we both know

I stole your cookie

 

I’m just a happy and

a fun loving guy

I’m not perfect,

but screw it, I try

When the night’s all over,

I’ll crash on my couch

I’m not Don Juan,

but I ain’t no slouch

So dammit baby

look past all my flaws

My belt’s unbuckled

ignore my pink draws

I’m not all that bad,

give your sweetness to me

Avoid lost pastries

and drunken calamities

 

I left the bathroom,

my belt unbuckled

Your friend’s all saw me

and they just chuckled

I see your eyes,

they look right through me

And we both know

I stole your cookie

 

That’s right,

I’m a calamity

So what,

I stole the damn cookie

5 years,

the same sad party

My life,

is a....

CALAMITY!!!!!!

I left the bathroom,

my belt unbuckled

Your friend’s all saw me

and they just chuckled

I see your eyes,

they look right through me

And we both know

I stole your cookie

 

Nick Romano

 

-Dedicated to the Calamity himself, my friend Chris...One of the most unintentionally funny human beings alive, and a helluva guy.

 

Sunday, February 24, 2008 

Category: Writing and Poetry

Window

her head rests on my chest as she whimpers softly

 I rub the back of her head gently

  I am both the comfort and the cause

 the dichotomy is not lost on me

I can't stay but it hurts to walk away

my heart breaks for her

a tear rolls down my cheek

she clutches for strength

though I feel nothing but weak

a weakness that allowed her to be hurt

I am the bad guy

I presented a lie to catch her eye

and steal her heart

only to tear it apart

I don't know what I was looking for

and what more

I'm not so sure I was even looking at all

pride before the fall and

may God have mercy on us all

the lies and the cheats

the players and gamers

the scammers and pretenders

the heartbreakers

she holds on though i push away

holding on to my masquerade

holding on to an idea

a hope

the potential that I showed

holding on because she's afraid to let go

afraid of the pain she doesn't know

rather be with the devil you know

but who exactly did she know

did she know me

or the idea of me

the me I wish that I was

or the me that she hoped I could be

I feel her tears on my chest

the comfort that I try to give her is worthless

it's the last of a long line of false hopes

she'll be gone soon

I'll move on

resolved to do better next time

never letting this image leave my mind

she lookis at me so dissapointed

she sees me now

I wish that I couldn't see her though

my charm disarmed and pushed aside

the real me can no longer hide

residing steadily in her eyes

her eyes the windows to my soul

and I don't like what I see

Nick Romano