UNCLE SAM IS MAD

I've swiped this from PIG, a swell bunch of patriotic take no prisoners guys. Read this & then hop on over to their site for some laffs and doses of reality.

FROM PIGAZETTE.COM:
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He used to inspire awe, but now he inspires pity. He used to be a tower of strength. Now he’s a shadow of his former self, a gladiator whose best days are behind him. He’s much too damn young to be this pathetic. He needs some help from the sovereign individuals, the rational adults, who still populate this land of the not as free as our liberty birthright dictates that we should be. He was a PIGster before PIG’s Porcus O’ Publisher was gleam in his daddy’s eye. He’s one of our own, and we want to restore him to his former glory.
Born as a cartoon figure published in the New York Lantern on March 13, 1852, he missed those glorious moments of this nation’s birth. He didn’t have a name, yet, in 1776, but his spirit was there with the founding fathers when they crafted the Declaration of Independence. He didn’t have his current physical form yet, but he was there in 1787 when the attendees at the Constitutional Convention put their names on this nation’s founding document.
His name is Uncle Sam, a mythical figure who represents this nation conceived in liberty. A purely symbolic figure, he represents our strength. He represents our grim resolve to defend our life, liberty and pursuit of happiness from liberty’s enemies, foreign and domestic.
In his prime, he gave those tyrants who viewed us from afar a stern warning. He told our enemies, "If you mess with me, I’ll kick your ass". At the same time, he offered others an inspiring message that still resonates. He told Americans, "Anybody who tries to steal or trample your freedom answers to me. Don’t worry about ‘them’, because I’ll stand guard while you work to make your dreams a reality." To those who view our liberty from afar and want to become one of those lucky Americans, he says, "If you come in the front door, keep your nose clean, and pull your own weight, I’ll give you a shot at the American dream, too."
That’s who Uncle Sam was. That’s who Uncle Sam is supposed to be. I regret, more than you know, that Uncle Sam is no longer the man he was, back in the day. He’s not the man that Teddy Roosevelt defined with the telling words, "Speak softly and carry a big stick." Today, he rarely speaks at all and when he does it’s, invariably, an apology for something he didn’t do. Instead of carrying a big stick, he carries a bag of money to ‘buy’ some forgiveness and a flail that he hands to any pissant punk who wants to beat him.
Uncle Sam is, of course, a reflection of the American people and the Elected Tormentors they put into positions of authority. In the 21st century, Uncle Sam symbolizes a disturbing tendency on the part of American individuals to exchange their inalienable individual liberty for Nanny State dependency. He symbolizes a willingness to let the Nanny State mitigate our ‘risks’, but the cost is high, since the Nanny State impounds our rightful ‘rewards’. This Faustian bargain will bring the curtain down, prematurely, on this exceptional nation’s bold experiment in individual liberty. I’m not ready for that. I’m not going to tolerate that and neither should you.
We are at war with a determined, stoned on supernaturalism, enemy who is more than willing to die, as long as he, she, heshe or it takes America down with them. These Jihadikaze nut jobs are not going to back down. These Jihadikaze nutjobs see how pathetic Uncle Sam looks. They, quite rightly, interpret Uncle Sam’s apologetic groveling as a sign that a stunning Jihadikaze victory is at hand. They understand us, see how distracted we Americans are by business as usual, and know that their triumph is just a matter of time.
It’s not too late. Far from it, this war is still in the early stages. We survived our Pearl Harbor on September 11, 2001. We might even survive the ‘virtual’ Dunkirk that a precipitous withdrawal from Iraq might represent, but it’s not worth the risk. Why? Because, sooner or later, we’d need to go back and that would be a very bloody business.
We are a nation at war, and it’s time that we acted like it. It means doing more than putting a yellow ribbon sticker on your car. It means doing more than sending care packages to our troops. It means that each and every one of us must get our butts in gear. It means that we need to stand shoulder to shoulder with those brave men and women on the front lines by restoring Uncle Sam to his former badass self.
It’s time to get Uncle Sam up off his knees. It’s time to make him put down the bag of money and throw that damn flail away. It’s time to put that big damn stick back into his hands and put some steel in his spine. It’s time to remind everyone, including those damn Jihadikazes, that we didn’t start this war, but, like we did in World War II, we’ll end the damn thing. We’ll end it our way, using

ALL the weapons in our arsenal.
There’s nothing wrong with our military or our men and women who put their lives on the line to defend our liberty. They aren’t the problem. The problem is much closer to home. The problem is a president who still can’t get it through his damn head that ‘terrorism’ is a tactic. The problem is a president who still won’t wake up and smell the coffee about our enemies: Saudi Arabia and Iran are the ones primarily responsible for exporting this Jihadikaze-infested Islam. The problem is a government that can’t get the hell out of the way and allow our men and women in uniform to get the job done.
As individual citizens, there’s nothing we can do to bitch slap the Saudis and those Iranian Mullahs into knocking it the hell off. But, we can, as American citizens, start cleaning the "can’t we all get along" deadwood out of D.C. We can begin replacing these American surrender monkeys in congress. We need Elected Tormentors who are NOT in bed with, wholly owned by, neo-Marxist asshats who think another Vietnam class debacle is the fast track to Venezuela, North Korea or Cuba class tyranny. That might be MoveOn’s idea of Utopia, but it’s damn sure not mine.
If we expect to survive...if we expect to win, we must make Uncle Sam and his big stick meaningful. We succeed by telling, every - damn - body that, henceforth, Uncle Sam is not apologizing for things he didn’t do. We tell everyone, friend and enemy alike, that Uncle Sam will not crawl back into his hole and hope that these Jihadikaze fanatics will just go away and leave us alone. Most important of all, Uncle Sam will get ‘proactive’: track down these Jihadikaze bastards, wherever they’re hiding and ‘assist’ them with their well-documented death wish.
Just getting started, our restored Uncle Sam will start using his big stick on the home front. He’ll begin by telling the clamoring, perpetually whining parasites who sap our vitality: "I’m not your daddy. I don’t owe you a living. All I ever promised was to give you the opportunity to realize your own dreams. If you don’t have a dream, aside from picking my pocket, that sounds like a personal problem."
Turning to those border jumping scumbag invaders and the nations that seem damn eager to export their poverty, he’ll wave his big stick, and use it effectively to get everybody’s attention. He’ll tell these invaders, "You broke into my house without permission and now you want me to reward you for it? Don’t hold your damn breath. I don’t owe you a living and I’ve already got more homegrown parasites than I need. Get the hell out, now. I won’t tell you twice."
Finally, and most important of all, we need an Uncle Sam who will take his big stick and start smacking our Elected Tormentors back to properly-Constitutional reality. We need him to grab Nanny State Nitwits like Teddy "The Swimmer" by the scruff of the neck and beat them until they whimper "limited government". We need him to do the political equivalent of chasing the money-changers out of the temple of national government. We need him to restore "we the people" to our rightful place as the leaders of our own government, instead of being victims of it.
One of you start looking for Uncle Sam’s stick while I rip that Se Habla Espanol button off his shirt.