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We do have hope..and that hope is in speaking out the truth..to our Representatives through e-mails and calls..and to our fellow voters to try to enlighten them..only once they understand how evil O is can we hope for Change..IMO


Silence of the Lambs
By Robin of Berkeley
Growing up, I was expected to be quiet. Silence is necessary to maintain secrets.


Parents drinking? Keep your mouth shut. White kids targeted at school?


Don't tell or you'll be sorry.


When you have no words to describe your world and no one wants to hear about it anyway, a part of you goes mute. But this doesn't mean you stop observing and sensing.


When my mother flew into rages, I knew something was wrong. When my parents were rarely home, I sensed that this wasn't normal.


Being robbed of language is a state of isolation, of suspended animation. It's like that bad dream where you try to scream but can't. It's the ultimate disempowerment.


Recently I wrote a couple of articles for American Thinker which included strong words like evil and trauma.


Another AT writer creamed me for using extreme language. I understand her concern about conservatives sounding irrational.


At the same time, someone needs to holler, "The Russians Are Coming! The Russians Are Coming!" when they're in your line of vision.


Uttering words is risky. They can backfire, get you in trouble. They can make you look foolish.


But there is more of a risk, I think, in stifling yourself. Words have the power to wake people up. Silence can lull them to sleep.


Silence legitimizes abnormal behavior, makes it appear normal and acceptable. People become desensitized, numb.


First there's one advisor to Obama linked to Communism. The MSM doesn't say a word. Then there are three or five or ten or God knows how many.


If The New Black Panthers bring billy clubs to polling sites and get away with it, that's the new normal. The next thing we know, a union thug bites off a finger at a Town Hall.


If Hillary and Sarah are vilified and enough people don't speak out, then everyone, from Rush to us, becomes fair game.

One of the reasons I became a psychotherapist is because I know the damage done to a person when he's robbed of words.


And I know how people can reawaken when they discover their voices.


When a woman can finally speak of a rape, or a man of his grief, life unfreezes; it becomes fluid and alive. There's power in reciting our stories.


Another reason I was drawn to therapy: because I've lived my life as a Paul Revere type. I try to warn people, guard them, to do for others what wasn't done for me.


The problem is that people can kill the messenger. I've had to deal with a fair amount of judgment and scorn.


For instance, a friend called me "mean," when I said that her new brother-in-law was bad news. But that same friend came to me in tears when the man targeted her.


I am not always right; I'm not psychic. I just pay close attention, and report what I see.


And this is what I see: the Progressives Are Coming, the Progressives Are Coming.


You may be just learning about progressivism. Even the astute Glenn Beck admitted he knew nothing a year ago about the progressive left. What he's found out has chilled him to the bone.


Up until early last year, I was a progressive. There are no liberals in Berkeley.


We might arrive here a liberal, but after steeping in leftism, we either leave or buy into the program.


Progressivism is not just a political persuasion. It is a cult, with deep roots in violent movements: Communism, the Black Panthers, the Symbionese Liberation Army, the Weatherman.


These groups had an artillery of weapons. Their enemy, within: capitalism, white imperialism.


Take Van Jones, for instance. He was jailed for his participation in the Rodney King riots; believed 9/11 was an inside job; and wanted to use his Green Czar gig for revolution. Jones calls himself a Communist, and won't use the "American" in "African American."


Part of the extreme fringe of progressivism? Progressivism is an extreme fringe.


Liberals want a kinder, gentler version of the American Dream. Leftists want to slash and burn it.


Leftists are liberals on steroids.


This is why many progressives will sacrifice their children to unsafe schools even if their kid gets a black eye. And why they'll support policies to let their granny die.


This is why they allow the streets of Berkeley and San Francisco to become a filthy netherworld where law abiding citizens are preyed upon, including themselves.


Because comrades-in-arms must make sacrifices for the cause.


Most progressives are sheep-like, and just follow the leader. But many of the leaders are certifiable crazies. Mad Men.


Or sane, but noxious human beings. They shed tears about an endangered snail while treating people like crap.


Here are some recent sightings of Berkeley bumper stickers: "I'd Rather Be Smashing Imperialism," "U.S. Out of Israel," "Free Palestine." And this brand new chilling one: "Under New Management" (With a blood red image of the United States).


Just crazy, leftist Berkeley, right? Yes -- up until 8 months ago.


So, when are we allowed to speak out loud?


How many radicals must preach to Obama, write books for him, advise him; how many brother to brother handshakes and hugs and bows must we witness before we get to ask: Is Obama one of us or one of them?


How many thugs need to rule at Town Halls; how many churches torched and fingers maimed; how many Talk Radio hosts demonized; before we can state the obvious: these people are soulless.


Call me names: Hysterical. Paranoid. A Fear monger. Racist. It doesn't really matter.


Because truth is not our own. It doesn't belong to any of us. It doesn't change with the political wind.


Truth is not here one day and gone the next. It will survive when we are long gone.


We speak, not for ourselves, but to strengthen and carry each other.


We speak for the children, born or still a dream.


We speak in a roar or a whisper; to the world or just to ourselves.


Because we have to. Because what the Left fears the most is the truth. Like a vampire, their downfall is the Light of day.


In Obama's America, speaking the truth is a revolutionary act. It is our greatest weapon, more powerful than an arsenal.


Because truth is like a genie. Once released from the bottle, it takes on a life of its own. And it gathers force and strength and ferocity until it changes everything and everyone that it touches.


"If you asked me what I came in this world to do, I will tell you: I came to live out loud."-Emile Zola


A frequent AT contributor, Robin is a recovering liberal and a psychotherapist in Berkeley.

http://www.americanthinker.com/2009/10/silence_of_the_lambs_1.html