bill

Fire the Union now !
File Bankruptcy now!
Cut all employees pay to 15 bucks and hour, ALL! No need for upper management to live big until the cars start selling.
Immediatelly have all dealers sell cars and trucks for 12,000 dollars.
For those who can't pay cash, offer a payment plan at 3 percent interest.
No need for celebs to advertise, if auto's sold at this price the populas would be the celebs!
This plan may hurt the import auto's Honda and the rest!
None of the CEO's need to make over a million bucks...put the extra cash into a savings account until Christmas and offer bonuses with it,

See if the BIG 3 can keep up with the demand if they use this plan.
Also think of the trickle down effect it would have on the folks who supply and take care of the automobile industry!

enough 4 now

Bill

It's really interesting and I hope the President-elect reads it and takes it to heart!

I am afraid. I am living in an historical time. I am seeing the dreams of many realized and I am afraid. I was plagued with anxiety for the month right before the elections because it became very clear to me that Barack Obama, an African-American man, actually had a chance to take the highest office in the land and in the world. The media, the older Americans, my fellow twenty-somethings, and even Hollywood were telling me that I should be basking in the glory of such a powerful period in history. All I felt was anxious. I had trouble sleeping. I had the most trouble figuring out what was bringing on such concern and melancholy.
I realized that I was one of those people who fear change. I wanted it badly. I felt we needed it, but I understood that it would change our world in many ways. Some of these changes would be positive. Some would be negative. I simply did not want to be faced with the negative.
The day Barack Obama was elected president of the United States, I found myself emotional and worried. I was worried for selfish reasons. At that moment, I was not so concerned about the issues at hand and how an Obama administration would manage them. I was worried about my sense of security, equality, and the relationships I had worked so hard to build and maintain.
You see, I was taught by my family that people of all races, colors, age, and economic status were equal. That we all deserve respect. I was taught that I can go anywhere and achieve anything. I was taught civic duty and loyalty and pride in our country. I was taught these values by a mother who was raised in the “ghettos” of Southern California and a veteran father who had been beaten, attacked, handcuffed, shackled, and sprayed with mace by a corrupt and prejudiced police force three times before my tenth birthday. He was never charged with any crime, because the law always found that the police officers had unethically orchestrated these encounters. Despite these experiences, my father always told me that these racist, prejudiced and immoral police officers were not a representation of their race which happened to be Caucasian. He taught me that these individuals were hateful and misguided, but that anyone from any background could be a friend. He taught me that, although these police officers were corrupted it was not the nature of all police officers.
I was taught that it was my duty to be involved in the issues of my community and my country despite these negative experiences and on my eighteenth birthday, both of my parents went with me to the polls to allow me to vote in my very first election. They have never tried to persuade my vote. They have never pressured me to vote for any candidate in particular. They simply told me that it was my responsibility and I have voted every year since.
Having been brought up with these values and ideas, but never naïve to the hatred and injustices of the world, I so badly wanted to believe that things in our country had improved. I wanted to believe that I could have any spouse or friend I wanted. I wanted to believe that I could choose any religion I wanted. I wanted to believe that I was free to hold any position I was qualified for. I wanted to believe that others would accept me.
I do believe we have come a long way. I believe that many Americans of all races share my values. I believe this election has proven this point. What I know, though, is that there are also many who believe in these values so long as “certain people” don’t get too far with them.
On November 4th, I went to bed afraid. Afraid of what my friends and co-workers would say, feel, believe, and make painfully obvious to me. I was afraid they would look at me differently the next day. I was afraid there would be animosity against me. I was afraid that they would make those comments that reveal what they truly think of me and of my race. I was afraid of the tension, the whispering, the assumptions.
The next day, November 5th 2008, my fears were reality. People were huddling in groups whispering about the end of the world, about anti-Christ. They were avoiding me in the hallways. They were making comments that accused me of voting for Obama only because I am black, or accused me of voting for Obama because I am young. None of these people even bothered to ask me if I had, in fact, voted for him. I never told anyone how I voted, because I never do. Still, I felt the glares and heard the whispers and the jokes about assassinations and realized that people who had been my friends and co-workers no longer wanted to be either of those things simply because I am a young black woman, and our next president would be Barack Obama.
Honestly, I wasn’t very committed to either of the candidates. Even now, I’m not sure which of the candidates would be best for the position, so I have never thrown all of my support behind Senator Obama. These “angry people” simply assumed I had.
I began to wonder why they suddenly saw me as an extension of this man. Should I feel associated with Barack Obama just because I am black? Had they felt a direct connection to George W. Bush just because he was white? I doubt it. In my twenty-first century mind, Barack Obama is as much black as he is white, so why should I feel more pleasure in his election?
I wondered why there was so much talk of assassination. I knew the obvious reasons, but why was he worthy of assassination? What had he done wrong?
I thought about George W. Bush’s approval rating and how many Americans actually agreed that he was one of the worst presidents in history. There had been protests against him, people believed our current economic woes were caused by his administration, they felt that we were in a war that lasted too long and targeted the wrong enemy, that he had sent thousands of our children to die…yet there has never been as much talk of an assassination. I would never suggest the assassination of anyone. I don’t particularly believe George W. Bush was solely responsible for any of these things. I don’t feel any resentment toward the man only some of his decisions. My point is that, people were talking about these things when it came to Barack Obama and he hadn’t even had a chance to make one mistake. He wasn’t even in office yet. He had only been elected for a few short hours, and there were people who believed he was worthy of assassination simply because he had achieved. That was what he had done “wrong.” What does that say about us and our country?
I felt terrible for my white co-workers who genuinely didn’t believe Barack Obama was prepared for the job, because they couldn’t voice their opinions in fear that their relevant concerns would get wrapped up and misconstrued with the hatred and prejudice of those who simply didn’t want a black president of any level of skill or experience.
We sat in our offices, afraid to talk. Afraid to be happy or sad. It became painfully apparent that all of the things I feared, but was assured were just ghosts in the closet or monsters under the bed, were actually real. That there are actually people in this world who didn’t want to see me succeed on the grounds of my race. What scared me more than the people who were outright incensed were the people who were simply against Barack Obama and couldn’t find one reason why. Many of these people had prejudices they were completely unaware of and I could see them working through it in their minds all day long.
That night, I understood completely why I was afraid. I was afraid that this was only the beginning. I was afraid that the people who love to hate would come out of the woodwork. I was afraid that every time I turned on the television I would have to be faced with another racial slur and that hate speak would infiltrate my work and leisure time. I was afraid that the tension would rise the closer we came to inauguration. I was afraid that President-elect Obama would be killed. I was afraid of what that would do to the country. How separated we would become before we actually united.
I was afraid that this landmark for African-Americans might set us back, because although so many Americans of all races support or simply accept this kind of change, it takes just one “hater” to divide us again.
I realized that I am not as strong as those Americans of the civil rights era who faced these challenges daily in very direct acts of aggression. They fought knowing exactly what they were up against. They stood up for equality when they knew they could lose everything.
Here I sit, in my nice office job, young and free and I am afraid. At times I feel guilty for that. They tell me I should be dancing in the streets, that I should be singing and celebrating in the church house, but I am afraid. I know I shouldn’t say that I’m afraid because that is just what the “haters” want me to be. I know they want me to be afraid to strive and to grow and to improve and to achieve.
I think that admitting, addressing, and facing this fear and these challenges will only make me stronger. The effective response to intimidation is never cowering. I will continue to be the best person and citizen I can be.
People say this is an historic moment and I don’t doubt that it is. I know it is. I applaud the country and our people for coming as far as they have. Personally, I won’t be dancing in the streets or celebrating, until our president can be any person and the media reports on the issues instead of his or her race or gender. When my television doesn’t get bombarded with images of black leaders, news anchors, and political commentators simply because a black man won an election. I will celebrate when people of all colors and backgrounds want and are able to be involved in conversations of national concern just because they should have always been.
I understand that there will always be things that divide us. If not race then gender. If not gender then religion. If not religion, then class and economic status. There will always be something that reminds us that equality is a dream we should strive for, but not necessarily a goal we will ever reach. I guess, I am just tired of the same things dividing us. I’m tired of being considered “just” an African-American. Its not that I’m ashamed of being African-American, its just that sometimes I want to be a Human-American. Period.

P.S. Thank you for taking the time to read my story. I didn’t attempt to write it to perfection. Its just a stream of thoughts that came out in these words. I only wanted to be honest and sincere. Hopefully, my words will bring a sense of understanding to someone. I just really needed to get this all off of my chest.

“When my friends and I gather, its like a true melting pot, God I love that, and I hate everything that divides us.”

Sincerely,

Anonymous Young African-American Woman

God Bless America

A reminder folks –

'Change' is not a strategy.....

....and 'Hope' is not a plan.

First , African Amercians cane out in force to vote for a man who they believe will give them handouts in mass amounts. Second, young people vote for a man who is very clearly charismatic and able to capture their hearts but NONE of them can tell you what he stands for when asked. They just 'like' him....

However , you can't run a country on charisma and popular vote of skin color.

John McCain was a dedicated war hero who sacrificed for his country and stood up for what was right over and over again.

Obama was elected by a brilliant marketing campaign and an overwhelming african american vote. He was not the better of the two candidates, however.

Welcome to the United States of Socialist Rebublic. You better hold onto your wallets and pray you don't get caught in the next terrorist attack.

And if you have ever worked hard and accomplished anything, you are about to be taxed into oblivion to support the 'they should take care of me' generation.

A VERY sad day for Americans..............