Political Parties are the Past…Free the American Citizen

Simply put the definition of Democracy is the Majority ruling over the Minority.  You may get some pseudo-intellectuals (lawyers/professors)  pontificating around the edges but stripping away all the noise Democracy is about the Majority dictating to the Minority.

Those in the Majority think this is great…those in the Minority…not so much.

Let’s call it what it is.

Gang mentality.

Are there things worse than Democracy?

Sure.

Socialism, Communism, Islam (Sharia) are all worse than Democracy although one could factually argue that Democracy molds to whatever the majority dictates.

If the “majority” dictates that women are property or have second class status and can be legally beaten (Iran, Iraq, Saudi Arabia, Pakistan, etc.) then it appears the usage of the word Democracy would be correct.

It makes one wonder about anyone in America calling themselves a Democrat, and for the record all of the countries just listed have one thing in common.

Their system is Islam, Sunni or Shiite majorities.

Is there anything better than Democracy?

I’m glad you asked.

Here in these United States it is called a Constitutional Republic.

A Constitutional Republic’s primary goal is to protect the rights of the Individual Citizen.

Not gangs known as Crips or Bloods, or groups known as Republicans or Democrats.

The purpose of the Constitutional Republic in America is to protect each AMERICAN citizen guaranteeing very specific rights that are beneficial to life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.

Neither Democracy or a Constitutional Republic are animate or inanimate objects.

They are systems.

I’ve mentioned many times Freedom and Oppression are the only two cultures in human existence which is why multiculturalism fails so miserably.

No sane person will willingly mix or “diversify” Freedom and Oppression.

No sane human will trade being dictated to on Mondays and Wednesdays to be free on Fridays.

No sane human will barter being beaten or raped on Tuesdays and Thursdays to be safe on Saturday.

We want to be free and safe every day of the week and twice on Sunday to fulfill our dreams, to strive, succeed, fail, and strive again. To pursue happiness.

Under these two cultures, as the human animal as evolved or changed, systems have been created.

Economic systems like Capitalism and the aforementioned Socialism and Communism have spread all over the world as humans require freedom from other humans…or bow to enslavement.

The reason Capitalism is so much more powerful than all other stated economic systems isn’t complicated.

It is ingrained in the individual to take care of themselves.

Capitalism is the only economic system where humans are motivated intrinsically rather than extrinsically…and that’s why it works.

All humans are born with free will and very specific needs to be met.  Both free will and our needs are met individually.

Your extra consumption of water in the mountains isn’t going to quench the thirst of someone standing in the desert.

Your eating dessert isn’t going to hurt your neighbor three doors down with type two diabetes.

Your usage of an umbrella in a rain storm doesn’t stop the guy down the street, without one, from getting wet.

The human animal comes with specific emotional coping techniques to allow pain to be handled.  Denial and rationalization almost always come first.

Responsible humans move through these relatively quickly and grasp acceptance through TRUTH.  The truth isn’t always pretty but it never changes.

It can be counted on.

Truth isn’t hypothetical.

Truth is universal.

Truth is so easy to see and more importantly even easier to feel.

We know truth.  We embrace truth.

Truth is the only permanent solace known to man.

Time to rip off the bandage in one giant pull.

This is the TRUTH.

The only thing keeping the Democratic Party alive is…the Republican Party.

The only thing keeping the Republican Party alive is…US.

When I refer to US I mean those of us working in the private sector (Capitalism) creating the profits that allow the country to run.

Yes the military is important (incredibly) and a requirement to remain free, but without real profit, that is then taxed, a military cannot be properly maintained (which is why the debt is putting us in an increasingly dangerous place).

Those same profits created are being used against US to hire more “government” workers on many levels.  This increases the size of the “public unions” and requires each new hire to pay dues.  These dues are then funneled back to the Democratic National Committee (DNC) where that money is spread all over the country trying to keep the Democratic Party alive.  Yes New York public union dues do end up in swing-states like Colorado and Florida every election cycle.

The current Democratic Party is dead.

They just don’t know it yet.

The Millenials hate the Democrats almost as much as they hate the Republicans.

Almost half of all Millenials are beginning to call themselves Independents not knowing there isn’t actually an Independent Party.  There is an American Independent and the Independent American Party but they are so small, and not recognized beyond a couple of States, no one knows who they are.

The overwhelming majority in America abhors the Democratic Party.

There’s just nowhere else for them to turn because the Republican Party is simply awful.

The largest Democratic State in the country is California.

In California’s last election it was reported less than 20 percent of eligible citizens even bothered to vote.

Less than 1 in 5.

Or put another way more than 4 out of 5 Californians didn’t even try.  Didn’t hang a chad, mark an x, write in Charlie Brown…and Charlie would have been so much better than Jerry.

Californians don’t love the Democratic Party…they just don’t have anywhere else to turn.

So instead of voting for either party they are choosing in massive numbers to stay home.

The Republican Party has been so bad for so long it lost…California!

How do you lose the largest economy in the country and do nothing about it?

How do you lose 40 million people, 55 electoral votes, dozens of House Representatives, 2 Senators, Silicon Valley, Hollywood, and the greatest piece of land the Earth has ever created…and do nothing!!!

How can you call yourself a Political Party when the votes of more than eighty percent of the citizens in the Golden State are available and you cannot put together a cogent plan to get ANY of them!!!

The truth is this.  Most of America hates both parties.  Most of America has decided to stay home on election night.  Some out of laziness.  Others out of apathy.  Many to send a message. But an overwhelming amount would jump into the fray overnight if they had someone, anyone to believe in.

That’s why we are here.

To serve America.

To replace Democrats and Republicans with AMERICANS who swear their allegiance to country not party.

Doors continue to open.  We have to be ready to move through them.

If Donald Trump is removed from the Republican ticket or deems he isn’t being treated fairly he will presumably strike out on his own which will “split the Republican vote”.

If the Democrats decide Hillary Clinton is finished the reported potential combination of Joe Biden/Elizabeth Warren may be chosen by the DNC.

Bernie Sanders has already made noise about going “independent” which will split the vote.

The Party system is dead.  America has had more than enough of debt, crime, and lies but the individual isn’t sure where to turn.

This is OUR time!

I will be in Nevada and Arizona next week followed by Detroit on the weekend of the 11th, 12th, and 13th of September where I will meet with AMERICANS whose loyalty is to these United States.

The 12th will be spent seeing Detroit and its suburbs and the 13th will be spent on Cave Radio with Tony Schwartz and his show Freedomworx.

Because it does!!!

The show will start at 2:00 and end at 5:00 Eastern Time.  I will be on the air with Tony for three hours after which I will catch the next flight out and return home to California.

I was one voice two years ago.  I am still one voice but I am willing to take my voice wherever it is necessary at my own expense.  I will never ask or accept any money but I need your voices!

The Parties are the past.  Democracy is dead.

It is time for the Individual to embrace the two systems that have never let them down.

Capitalism and The Constitutional Republic known as the United States of America!

Things are lining up for the unknown American to step into the fray and reclaim and restore our country.

Three percent…or ten million unknown Americans shoulder to shoulder should do the trick.

Join me brothers and sisters.

One voice at a time.

Jason Kraus

08-30-2015

#LateBird

 

 

Community Organizing

Back in my twenties I was a Sheriff’s Deputy assigned to a County jail for a little while.

One day a very rambunctious inmate who’d been caught smuggling items while working as a “trustee” (I know…hilarious) decided losing his privilege of being outside the jail every day wasn’t enough and attempted to stir the pot.

He was one of those guys who’d bullied others his entire life because he was generally larger than the average male…and a lot larger than every female.

Let’s just say this type of guy was one of those guys who, had he been an illegal, would have been released and deported 5 times only to return to hurt Americans and other illegals.

But he was an American so we had him locked up…for a little while.

After all, this took place…in California.

The land of sanctuary cities and strict rights for child molesters and rapists.

The State that keeps building “affordable housing” but not any “affordable water”.

The State that blames the almond farmers for using all the water but ignores the marijuana fields stealing agua on a daily basis.

The State that just had an anti-gun politician incarcerated for…running guns!

Yes this is the State of the Obama and Jerry (Only Flush When) Brown supporter and yes California has the most people (citizens or otherwise) receiving food stamps,  subsidized housing, and “free” medical care in all the land.

Don’t believe the propaganda that uses terms like per capita and then points at Kentucky or West Virginia.

When it comes to a failed debt ridden, public union controlled State that is now letting everything die because of gross mismanagement and over-population…California is the place.

I didn’t even mention the CalPERS State Pension program that is underfunded…while the stock markets are at all time highs.

Get ready for pennies on the dollar State Employees while taxes are being raised on those left in the ever shrinking private sector to pay for those pennies.

But I digress.

The aforementioned inmate was removed from his relatively cushy cell and re-classified into what was called minimum security.  Minimum security was a large room filled with bunk beds that held approximately 50 to 75 inmates at a time.

In comparison Maximum security held two inmates per cell or sometimes just one inmate if the prisoner was dangerous enough.  I remember one time I dealt with an inmate who was covered head to toe with tattoos.

He was in for…I am getting off track.  Maybe another time.

The minimum security inmates were habitual drunk drivers, or multiple misdemeanor criminals like possession of certain drugs, burglary, etc.

Generally no one in this pod had any “arrests” for crimes considered “violent”.

Don’t get me wrong.

First of all I said “arrests”.

Secondly you wouldn’t want any of these pieces of work living in your neighborhood.

But in the “justice system” they were deemed relatively benign.

Classification is very important to a working jail.  If you allow a trouble maker access to a large group of people and that trouble maker is able to get them going in the same direction…well…another word(s) for this is “community organizing”.

As we all know this doesn’t work well…for anyone.

Because the troublesome inmate, let’s call him Tool, was classified incorrectly he had access to over 50 inmates for days that were bored, sleep deprived, and most importantly, belonged to nothing.

Tool decided to use his skills of manipulation, and his willingness to threaten the weaker inmates, into backing him one night.  He’d only been in the pod for a few days but things were quickly getting out of control.  The weaker inmates that didn’t go along were beaten and the rest fell in line.

A radio call went out from the deputy watching over the pod.

“I need backup in B pod.  Having trouble with “Tool”.  Probably need more than one.”

As I mentioned earlier this pod was filled with small time criminals.  I’d walked into the Pod by myself hundreds of times and never felt like I was in any danger.

On the other hand every time I walked into the Max pods I always went in completely aware that any of these guys could be a threat to my life.

As I arrived at B pod, two other deputies were there.  One male, one female.  For those of you who’ve read Late Bird you will recognize the female as “Caitlin”.  (Please no Bruce Jenner jokes.  That was a perfectly wonderful name when I wrote the book and as you will see Caitlin is someone you can count on).

The three of us walked into the pod and Caitlyn told Tool to come on out.  As I looked at him I noticed at least 10 other inmates standing behind him in a show of solidarity and with threatening looks on their faces.

Again, he was told to come on out.

His answer had something to do with having sex with ourselves.

I smiled an unpleasant smile as I watched a couple dozen other members of the pod slowly fan out behind the community organizer.

Now for anyone who’s been in this kind of situation you know order has to be restored.  The inmates literally cannot run the asylum otherwise everyone’s lives are in danger.

The longer the criminals are allowed to be in “power” the worse it is for everyone…this ironically includes those who support this behavior.

Imagine if someone like this ever got to a position of authority where they could do anything they wanted and no one stopped them…well…I guess we don’t have to imagine this.

It’s happening every day.

Now as I stated before I knew this had to be dealt with.  I also knew three on thirty wasn’t going to go very well for the three.

Did we have more deputies on shift?

Yes we had a few but six or seven on thirty or forty still wasn’t going to be pretty…for the six or seven.

This was a habitual problem at this particular jail.

Poor leadership and grossly understaffed shifts.  My verbalization of these issues to my supervisors, including the Sheriff, was one of the reasons I was eventually invited to leave…permanently.

It’s all in the book.

Tool and I engaged in some back and forth.  I will spare you the verbiage.  It wasn’t a bunch of niceties to say the least.  But even though this situation had to be handled it couldn’t be handled in the middle of the room.  Too many others would fall into the gang or pack mentality if I or one of the other deputies went down.

So we pretended to back down while returning to a safer location.  I, Caitlin, and the other deputy slowly walked back to the pod door while engaging Tool in conversation.

His side was a bunch of threats towards me and the other deputies.

Now…this is a crime.

But back then and in today’s society we aren’t willing to deal with anything proactively.

We’d rather wait until a young woman gets murdered on a pier taking pictures with her dad by an illegal alien.

Our side of the chat was getting the three of us back to the door while making the required extraction in the safest possible manner.

He’d been instructed to come out.

Come out he must.

Tool was really feeling his oats that day.

I don’t know if he’d been cheeking his meds and took them all at once, or got his hands on some wicked Pruno, but he was running his mouth like there was no tomorrow telling us what he was going to do to us, how he was going to do it, and naming body parts.

As we retreated to the door he and his group kept coming forward.  His confidence was growing as he thought he smelled weakness.  As I stood right inside the door he was about a step away from me.

Caitlin was outside the door with the other deputy and two more that had arrived.

I looked at Tool and counted at least thirty inmates spread out behind him in a lackadaisical pattern.  It reminded me of a time in my life where a line of kids spread out in front of me with different balls in their hands waiting for a command to fire from a much larger and older bully I was having a problem with because I’d testified in court against his step-dad about a crime he’d committed.

Just like the kids most of the inmates didn’t want to be there but their fear of the bully/community organizer was greater than the unknown so the tension kept building and the one thing we know about convicts is they have no impulse control.

I knew I couldn’t let this happen inside the pod but I also knew order had to be restored.

“Play time is over.  Time to come out.  The longer this takes the harder it’s going to go on your time here,” Caitlin told him.

She was right.

Tool was an out of county transplant.  We were getting paid to house him.  What this really meant was his original county PAID to get him out of their jail.

He could be sent back and have extra time added to his sentence or even be sent to prison.

Let’s just say his retort wasn’t appropriate.  His mixture of incorrect grammar, poor usage of verbs, and lack of auditory punctuation was astounding…and this was before Common Core.

Tool wasn’t the best communicator and definitely not the sharpest in the shed.

After he finished his attempt at sentence structure he threw one of his hands up in the air.

Out of instinct my left arm went up in defense of my face to block his potential strike.

Tool freaked out and threw a lazy right that I stepped under while I grabbed him in a bear hug and lifted him right out of the pod.

It happened so fast his “community” just stood there in shock as I put him up against the wall to hand cuff him.

Unfortunately Tool wasn’t having any of it.

He started flailing around and trying to hit me and the other deputies who were trying to restrain and hand cuff him.  Tool was not a small guy and I knew if I let go of him things were going to get a lot worse.  But before we could control his arms he started kicking the inside of my right knee with his right leg.  His foot missed me the first time but not the second.  I knew I couldn’t let him do that again or he’d bust my knee.  As I tried to get some leverage and protect my knee he kicked me in the other knee.  As all this was happening I could hear the screaming of inmates rushing towards the door.  The air was getting hot as the screams got louder.  Everything in me was telling me to turn around as my back was a wide open target.  In the blink of an eye I will never forget the sound of the woman who stepped into the fray and literally covered my back.   Caitlyn stood in front of me, and the door, screaming at them to get back and for the deputy in the pod to “close the f*&cking slider!!!”

Now that was an appropriate usage of profanity.

I’ve thanked you over the years a few times “Caitlyn” but God bless you sister.

That would have been ugly.

“Tool” was still kicking me on the inside of both knees so I took him to the ground for his safety and mine.  He ended up with a knot on his head (from the floor) and I ended up with a messed up shoulder that to this day will sometimes act up.  Of course baseball could also have been the culprit.  I did throw my body all over the diamond.  Nevertheless two cortisone shots over the years in my Tool/baseball shoulder gets me through the day.

Tool the Community Organizer was re-classified and stuck in Maximum security where he got into more trouble and was shipped back to his home county.

If I had to place a bet I’d put my money on him being in prison or dead.

Ah the life of the Community Organizer.

Locked down…or six feet under.

Jason Kraus

07-19-2015