Thursday, February 09, 2006

Get over Me?

These were comments I posted on James' Blog. I am agasp with the indifference young people display as our government runs rough shot over our civil rights and historic freedoms. I am agasp with our government's unwillingness to dissent and stand up for the people and the people's devil-may-care attitude about the whole thing.

It is even more that as we loose small things, like free travel between Canada and the US, we don't put a stop to it.

We were attacked because of our freedom and now we are saying if you don't attack us again we will give up our freedom. The terrorists have won.


I am not apposed to passports, and the cost is what it is. I am apposed to needing them to cross into Canada. For the longest time it was the longest friendliest border in the world.Furthermore, get over yourself.The US has in the recent past made every effort to increase the openness in our half of the world, granted with varied results. By now making new stringent requirements for individuals to pass from Mexico to the US to Canada, we are undermining, though not completely, any improvements made in our relationships at the cost of the US's manufacturing base.Get over yourself? In deed. It has nothing to with me as a person, but me as a citizen and an involved one, thank you very much, in the direction our nation is taking under this administration.Get over my self? If I was any less over myself I would not care about the federal government requiring a federal ID to pass through borders that were once open.It is not a matter of a me being whiney, and I don't care for your implication. I think people who see the quiet reduction in our freedoms and don't say foul should get, at the least, with themselves andthe stand up for themselves.

3 Comments:

Blogger Stacy Cane said...

I have never had any problem getting into Canada, it is coming back to the US where I have gotten grief. A couple years ago I was up in Detroit (met MJ to go to a football game), and I crossed over to Windsor by myself to play a little blackjack. The cards weren't working for me, so I bought a 12 pack of Sleemans and some Aero bars and headed home. And I got the third degree from a US Customs official who ultimately searched my trunk. He didn't find my story credible that I had been in town to see the Motor City Bowl, and that I had gone to Canada for just a couple of hours to do anything appropriate. All I had done was drop $50 at the casino then buy some stuff. Perhaps I wasn't in the country long enough to bring back a 12 pack or something, but he didn't confiscate it, and I didn't lie about having it. Still, he was a surly bastard, and I suppose I should take solace in the idea that we are both supposed to be on the same side, but he was treating me like a criminal and I didn't care for it.

9:19 AM  
Blogger Kristen said...

Dave,

I have a theory, and maybe its a little crazy, but hear me out. What if whenever we wanted to do something or get in somewhere or get a deal on something, we wore cool suits with crazy ties and simply all questions and inquiries with two words, "Denny Crane"?

11:36 AM  
Blogger Mr. Bebout said...

That would only workif it was used sparingly by a select few people.

12:27 PM  

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