Wednesday, December 17, 2008

The President is hearing Voices!

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In a recent response to a comment at, I made the following comments about the Presidents ability to bring change. Of course I believe inspiring change and making change happen are 2 different things. Anyway, here is what I wrote....

"I hear you brother! There isn't any evidence that a President in recent history has actually kept in touch with the reality of his constituents. A Pres. has so many voices... so many influences and forces coming at him that it is impossible for him to listen to all of that input and not be influenced himself. And I do not believe that those voices (i.e. his cabinet, advisors, and business leaders) are meek and mild! The Pres. is not the only one in Washington with an agenda. And I'm sorry, but I don't think anyone could hold up to the kind of pressure that he will be under by those voices... the powers that be.

If the Pres. actually had the nerve and stamina to hold his own for four years, we would be in a different country right now. If it was that easy to remain true to the American public, than we would still be a republic rather than a Businesstocracy. But we are not the republic; we are not a democracy. America has been duped! And if you watched how ecstatic and happy the voters were whenever Barrack spoke, no matter what he said, it is obvious that we have not learned a single single thing about how politicians work. What has he said that is new? What part of tax relief, health care, budget balancing or jobs for all have we not heard before? Listen, the Pres. is no longer in a position to make a difference for the American people. Barrack will find that out soon enough and he will be just as disillusioned as we are!"

Thursday, December 11, 2008

The Road to Nihilism

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Just for fun I am going to post a snap shot of the first chapter of my book, Chasing the Giants: The Road to Nihilism. This is the Prequel to C the G (the original). I hope you like it. And just for fun, I might post a sample chapter of Chasing the Giants (the original) later this week. So without further a due....

Chapter 1: On Strike

Day 1 7:00 am
Chapleau, Ontario, Canada

As the sun was rising in the diminishing town of Chapleau, a mist covered the earth. The Canadian mist grew strong in the early morning hours but began to fade with each passing moment. Likewise, the future of this small oil town lay in the balance as fear and questions permeated the morning air.

The damp gravel road that led to the oil refinery was littered with vehicles and fifty-gallon drums. The fires rose from the drums as they glistened in the mist, emitting a halo like glow. The light illuminated the moist vapors as they drifted in the chilled atmosphere. It was mid autumn.

The cars and trucks that were parked along the side of the road belonged to the workers who were on strike. Slowly, the striking union workers began to emerge from their vehicles as the effects of their caffeine enriched drinks began to absorb into their bloodstream. Gradually, their worn leather work boots quickened as they lifted their picket signs and posters and began to gather around the gated entrance of their estranged employer, Petroleum Products International or PPI as they are often referred to.

The workers consisted of Steam Fitters, Ironworkers, Electricians and Oilmen. They were on strike because their Union negotiated contract had expired. Their union representation and the company management were in a dead lock over wages and health benefits. To make matters worse, PPI was busing in a large group of temporary laborers from Texas to fill in while the union was on strike. Needless to say, the normally quiet morning in the town of Chapleau was about to get chaotic.


“Here she comes Blake!” Shouted Dennis.
“I see it.” Blake responded as he squinted to see the old yellow school approaching in the distance.
Blake Driscole was the local committeeman in the union and one of the crew leaders on the day shift. He was hardened by a life of heavy, greasy, toilsome labor in the oil industry. An Oilman by trade and a rock solid leader, he was intent on sending a message to management that he and his fellow workers were not going to give up a lifetime of dedicated service and accept the demands of the very profitable company.

“How many of them do you suppose are on that piece of shit bus Blake?” Dennis asked as he brushed shoulders with Blake, his best friend.

“Don’t know Dennis. I guess their might be forty of fifty of em’.”
“Do you suppose they have bats and clubs too?”

Slightly irritated, Blake responded, “Dennis…I don’t know anything more about those scabs than you do. So just shut up, hold up your sign and wait like the rest of us.”

Sheepishly, “Sure thing Blake. Sorry I ruffled yur feathers like that. I didn’t mean any harm…I just…”

“Shut up D!” Blake interrupted. Then he turned to face the approaching bus as it came closer to the picket line. As he turned, he cocked his neck slightly in the direction of the rest of the crowd and shouted, “Ok everyone, this is it. Get in your formation and hold up those signs. Gail? (Looking at the tall, rugged female ironworker to his left)…Start the battle cry.”

At that moment, Gail Skinner, encased in denim welders clothing, began to yell, “Keep our pay…No scabs today! Keep our pay…No scabs today!” She was joined by dozens of the other union members who began to cry out in unison…”Keep our pay…No scabs today!” They moved in what seemed like slow motion as they thrust their signs and banners up and down into the air while they marched in step with the rhythm of their declaration.


The local media had just rolled in to get the scoop on the scabs. They were scurrying around as they loaded their cameras, straightened their ties and checked their teeth for cleanliness. In the distance you could hear the reporters giving directions, “Over here Bill. I think we’ll get a better shot with the refinery as a back drop.” Meanwhile, another crew was stressing out while the cameraman shouted, “…Hold on. My goddamn batteries dead…”


Behind the angry demonstrators were half a dozen company security guards. They were dressed in grey military like uniforms, with black pinstripes down the side of their slacks and a Canadian flag sewn on their left shoulder. In addition, they were accessorized with riot gear, which consisted of face shields, riot padding and belts holding small cans of tear gas and Billy clubs. They were ready for battle.

The security guards were usually on good terms with the other workers. In fact, they diligently served the company hoping that one day they might get a better paying job inside the facility or maybe even get an apprenticeship in one of the trades. But on this day they had orders that conflicted with business as usual. On this day, the security guards were required to keep their friends and neighbors out of the refinery and to allow the bus full of scabs in so the refinery can continue production. Although they were paid security, they feared the outcome of the day’s events.

They stood in front of the ten-foot tall rolling gate, shoulder to shoulder as their sweaty hands nervously clinched their Billy clubs. Looking across the fragile scene, each security officer mimicked the lifeless expression of Greg Miller, the Captain of the guards. Then as the union members began their battle cry, Greg yelled out command number one, “Attention!” And then continued with, “Hold your ground gentleman, this might get ugly.”


The bus was getting close enough now that it had to slow down in order to avoid running the protesters over. So as the driver applied the brakes, the dry dirt under the thin layer of dew began to fill the once fresh air with a dirty, dusty fog that replaced the mist. The peaceful scenery that served as a backdrop only minutes prior to the bus’ arrival was now clouded and filled with tension and fear of what might transpire. A sense of anxiety began to permeate throughout all three parties.

As the bus approached, the guards held their ground. Then the union began to encircle the front of the bus. The union’s war cry ended and was replaced with the squeal of the brakes that emitted from the worn brake pads. Then silence emerged as if it stepped out of the dusty smoke and rolled through the crowd.

Blake stepped toward the bi-fold entry door when the bus came to a complete stop. He stretched out his arm with the baseball bat in hand. Then he knocked on the glass portion of the door with the bat.

“Open the door!” Blake shouted and then repeated himself as his voice increased in decibels, “Open the door!”
Subsequently the door began to open. It squeaked and rattled as the dilapidated door started to fold and slide to the right. Then with his arm stretched as he held the door handle, the bus driver looked at Blake, dropped his head in frustration and said, “Hey mister, I don’t want any trouble. All I want to do is drop these folks off and get home to my family…safely. Now if you will kindly let us pass, I sure would appreciate it.”

Blake coldly responded with, “You’re not going inside of these gates with those scabs. We are on strike, and we’re not going to let them in there. So if you don’t turn around, you are going to be driving these folks to the hospital today. Is that what you want?”

“No…I…I don’t think anyone here wants that. But I have got a job to do...” Angrily, Blake stepped inside of the bus. Then the bus driver, fearful of Blake’s motives, attempted to close the door on him. But as the closing door thrust Blake to one side, he lunged forward and grabbed the bus driver’s arm. Then he grabbed his shirt collar with the strength of his intimidating frame and pulled the driver out of his Captains chair and down the steps. The driver’s arms and legs were kicking and flailing about as Blake mercilessly dragged him onto the dusty gravel road.

“You shouldn’t have done that friend…” proclaimed Blake as he struggled to pull the driver down the steps.
The bus driver attempted to hold his ground and protested with an incomplete…“What the fu…”
“Shut up!” Interrupted Blake. “Quit squirming around. Your making this more difficult than it needs to be.”
Blake continued to drag the driver out of the bus until he was several feet away. And when he was satisfied with the driver’s position, he threw him down on the ground as if he were shaking water from his hands…cleansing himself of the squeamish character. Then some of the other union workers completed Blake’s work by blocking the door: preventing him from re-entering the bus.

“Stay there!” Directed Dennis in his high pitched irritating voice. Then he glanced at Blake hoping for a sign of his approval. It never came. Blake moved on to the other inhabitants of the bus.

Blake attempted to communicate as best he could with the workers. Using both hand signals and broken Spanish he spoke to the scabs, “Hola’… No Espanola…No work…Go home…adios!” Then he pointed in the direction from which they came and walked out of the bus hoping that the example he made of the bus driver would have intimidated them enough.

The guards came to the aid of the bus driver and helped to dust him off while he lay there with his broken pride. He was obviously annoyed at Blake and resented the embarrassment that Blake caused him. So as Blake made his way back into the crowd of the other union members, the bus driver peered at him with revulsion. As the mob regrouped, silence resumed as everyone stood still, waiting, wondering and anticipating what would happen next.

To read more and to purchase a copy of Chasing the Giants go to my web page

Tuesday, December 9, 2008

Don’t Blame the UAW for the Auto Industry’s Problems

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I like to read what other people think so I can keep my self in check. With that said, I went to a conservative blog and came across this post. It Is by Ross Eisenbrey. When I read it I was glad that I am not the only one who thinks this way! So check it out and then buy my book to read my interpretation of what lies ahead of us if the lies, corruption and greed within our government, corporations and media continues.

Don’t Blame the UAW for the Auto Industry’s Problems

By Ross Eisenbrey

The problems of the Big Three are not the result of the United Auto Workers (UAW) union, which has cut labor costs by billions of dollars.

The problems are the result of the credit crisis, which has wrecked the market for auto loans and made it hard to borrow enough money to buy a car; the spike in gas prices earlier this year which wrecked sales for SUVs; and, the overall economic crisis, which has wrecked consumer confidence, shrunk payrolls by more than a million dollars and left more than 10 million Americans unemployed. All car sales are down, including Toyota’s and Honda’s.

Labor costs are only 10% of the sales price of an average vehicle. But the UAW has done its part to ensure competitiveness. UAW contracts allow the Big Three to hire new workers at about half of Toyota’s $25-$30 an hour wage rate. The biggest competitive drag on the auto companies is the cost of a million retirees -– the result of being in business in the U.S. for the last 75 years.

The Japanese manufacturers in the U.S. haven’t been here long enough to have more than a handful of retirees and don’t take responsibility for their health care. But even that cost was cut in half by the last two UAW contracts. Don’t blame the UAW for failure to pass national health care reform.

If you think UAW workers have unproductive work rules, get this: 9 out of the 10 most efficient auto assembly plants in the U.S. are UAW plants. And, by the way, Toyota has a “job bank,” too. When good, experienced workers are temporarily laid off, smart companies don’t want to lose them to another employer.

Whatever you think of the Big Three’s products, remember that the UAW has absolutely no say in design choices or whether GM will build trucks or sub-compacts, let alone what their mileage will be. Where they do have a say, they’ve fought to keep the Big Three’s factories in the U.S., to make factory work safer, and to earn fair compensation for a life of physical labor.

And when you hear people complain that UAW members make $55,000 a year, remember that that’s one-third what the average financial services worker earns, yet no one suggested forcing bank and brokerage employees to take pay cuts when their companies were bailed out.

Ross Eisenbrey is vice president of the Economic Policy Institute in Washington, D.C.


Wednesday, December 3, 2008

Chasing the Giants

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My name is Jeff Bennington and I am the author of the Political thriller, Chasing the Giants ( After finding three more politically educational sites today, I have to say thank God for the internet. Without it, folks like you and I would never know that there are organizations out there like Restore the Republic, Freedom.TV and Republic Magazine. I have run across all three of these groups today and feel like I have hit a gold mine of information! What really gets my goose is that the greed and corruption in our government and economy is so blatantly obvious that I can see right through the media headlines, moving digital subtitles and broadcast commentary without ever reading or watching any of the view points expressed by the above noted organizations. There is no masking of ideas or propaganda here. I have simply concluded as have millions of other patriotic Americans that something is deeply and sadly wrong with our country and where our leadership is taking us. We are smart enough to see what is going on.

Generally, I believe that our problems are not balancing on party lines but that they run deeper than the house of congress (although that is clearly where much of the battle is being fought). I play this theory out in my book, Chasing the Giants (albeit fictional) by demonstrating through a story line how deep the corruption and greed go: Deeper than politics and corporations. In the book, the Giants are the ultra wealthy elite who have the power and resources to undercut the American Constitution and way of life by generating a huge undercurrent of power that converts even the most sincere public official. The Giants are unseen and unknown yet they rule not only our country but more and more of our planets real estate with each passing day. Not only must they be stopped in my book, they must be stopped in real life. THE GREED AND CORRUPTION MUST STOP! So I ask you to support this ideology in anyway you can, whether it is by supporting Restore the Republic, Freedom.TV, Republic magazine or by buying my book and subscribing to my blog. We have to speak up and let the Giants know that we are aware of there schemes and we are going to do something about it.

Beware, historically you are putting yourself at risk by speaking up and making your voice heard! Are you up for that? Will you wait until the "Change" we were promised never comes? Or will you make a stand for freedom and Liberty today? I hope you are brave enough to do the later!

Monday, December 1, 2008

Read the Fine Print

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I can not believe how obvious it is that our national media is painstakingly trying to manipulate the American populace. Do you remember a few weeks back when Congress was working through the "Financial Bail Out" for our banking system? Ok, now do you remember seeing all of the subtitles at the bottom of the screen of your TV? A popular subtitle was... "IS YOUR MONEY SAFE?". Well was it? Of course it was. The fact is, our banking systems have been doing fine and the bail out has proven to be nothing more than a good old boy support system to assure that the CEO's get their golden parachutes. I mean its week after the vote, and there was never a run on the banking system. Not because of the value of the bail out but because it wasn't a problem to begin with.

So why was it so absolutely critical to inject fear into the American viewers by flashing a bold FONT asking us if our money is safe? Again it is part of their agenda to manipulate our system according to the current crisis that they are pushing. Our money was safe and we never needed to raise the FDIC insured amount to $250,000. The only reason it was raised as part of the bailout was probably so the Bankers who stood to gain from the bail out could increase their savings and checking balances! I mean, if I knew I was getting an $80 billion dollar bonus, I would need a place to keep it too!

So after all the hype of the failed bailout, (which by the way, only failed because the American public caught them in their corrupt scheme) which was once a economic catastrophe, has been deemed a distraction from our next crisis... the terrorist activity in India. And of course this new crisis has taken precedence over the ill US banking system. Why? I thought we were all doomed and that our money was unsafe because of the tragic circumstances of our times! I'll tell you what I think... I think they got what they wanted... your tax dollars. And now that they have it through the bail out funds, it is time to move on to another crisis so that you will feel weak, afraid and in need of a powerful, secure government forgetting about their obvious embezzlement.

It is so obvious that the media is a part of pushing agendas to me. If it is not obvious to you, just spend a week watching national news programs and listen to their words and watch how their subtitles emphasize an agenda and sometimes even contradict the experts opinions to continue the thrust of an idea. It is simply comical and dangerous at the same time.