It took me a while to get it all figured out, but here is the video of the speech. We are now cooking up new ideas for the next event. Until then, I hope you like it!
David
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gp1CgR7moW8
Monday, March 9, 2009
Thursday, March 5, 2009
Salt Lake Tea Party
Hello All!
I wanted a place for people to gather after the Salt Lake Tea Party tomorrow so we could organize and plan for the future. I thought a good 1st post would be the speech I plan to give tomorrow at the tax, print, and spend protest. I have never been to a protest before in my life, let alone organize one. But, I am fed up with the squandering of our children's dreams.
My brother and I started a car company from a dream almost 15 years ago.
www.kirkhammotorsports.com
Will our children have the same opportunity?
Your comments are welcome!
Thank you all for coming:
My name is David Kirkham.
America is the Land of Opportunity. Anyone can achieve their dreams, if they'll only work hard.
But today, America is in a hole. Small businesses that were thriving only a few months ago, today are struggling for air--or worse. We all know people who have lost their businesses and their jobs. How do we fix it? Some assert we can print, tax, and borrow, for our Wall Street Bailouts and Shovel-Ready projects. Yet our own common sense tells us, “When you find yourself trapped in a hole--stop digging.”
President Obama and Congress just passed the largest deficit-spending package and governmental expansion in the history of our country. This ill-conceived plan will slam a “Cap” on the hole we are trying to claw out of and “Trade” our freedoms for the sterile promise--government will pay our defaulted mortgages and fill our empty gas tanks.
Where will all these budget busting bailouts, spending sprees, and onerous new regulations lead? As I pondered this question, I came to the conclusion that we must all stand up--with a voice for reason and responsibility. With these programs we are chastening the frugal and rewarding the reckless losses of banks, car manufacturers, and anyone else who is deemed by their lobbyists "too big to fail." Is it any wonder the very men who write and enforce our tax laws fail to pay their own, feigning ignorance of the onerous regulations--written by their own hand.
I would like to tell you a about government interference, and bailing out companies that are “too big to fail.” Perhaps our story may not be so different or distant from what we see today. We have witnessed the predictable consequences of callous governmental control--along with its cruel effects on every day workers and their families.
My brother Thomas and I are small business owners in Provo, Utah. 15 years ago we went to the Provo airport to look at an old jet fighter from Poland. One glance at the jet and my brother Thomas turned to me and said, "Those guys could make aluminum-bodied Cobras."
The world was an exciting place then: the Berlin Wall had fallen; Russia was imploding; and her satellite countries were throwing off the bonds of long, dark years of political and economic oppression. Captivated by this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, I packed my bags and left BYU and my dreams of medical school, behind. Later, I landed in Poland, with a toy model of a Cobra, a Polish-English dictionary, and a new dream.
There, I wandered through an enormous aircraft factory that produced 3 MiG's/day at the height of the Cold War. Times were tough and where once 60,000 men and women worked, only 24,000 remained. I walked past somber lathe and mill operators who stood behind a thousand silent machines in buildings, where the lights were turned off--because even the Polish government, with all its bailouts, could no longer afford to keep them on--even in their own defense industries. Men waited day after day, for someone to give them work, yet both men and machine stood dumb. The once great aircraft factory was now bidding on an aluminum bodied Cobra from some crazy guys in Utah.
Day after day on that first trip to Poland I saw the worry of an uncertain future etched across the countenances of those men--whose faces were worn with far more years than they had passed on this earth. In time, my mother joined me on trips to Poland--only to be routinely mistaken as my wife--a wonderful compliment for her no doubt, yet a startling condemnation of the trials of life women in Poland endured.
We were at the factory in Poland the day over 20,000 of those 24,000 men and women lost their jobs. We watched as displaced workers haltingly mounted their bikes and wearily pedaled home through the cold--only to be greeted by anxious families and haunting memories of the not distant enough specter of food rationing. The bailouts were bankrupt.
But, all hope is not lost...the Polish people are resilient. They voted out Socialism and voted in a democracy that set up a Special Economic Zone at that old MiG factory. Then, they opened their doors for business to the world. They HAD to get people back to work. How did they do it? They slashed taxes and offered land and buildings for sale. We bought those buildings, we bought that silent machinery, we bought that land, and most importantly, we hired those anxious men and women. We, private enterprise, pumped millions of dollars into that city--where the untold billions of government money had long been lavished on the rat-hole of squander. We were the first foreign private company to invest in that entire region of the country. Just last year, Mielec, Poland was a bustling city with Boeing, Lockheed, Pratt and Whitney, Fiat, and many other companies--all vying for an ever shrinking pool of highly skilled workers--and we were selling cars all over the world.
There is another side to this story. The legacy of burdensome laws from sordid governmental intrusion are difficult to cast off. In Poland, there is law which requires everyone who has over 25 employees to hire disabled workers--or face an obscene fine. Yet, inexplicably--by law--we are not allowed to have a disabled worker in our factory because we are classified as a heavy manufacturer. We paid that fine for years.
Do we really want the government telling us what temperature to set our thermostats to; how much to drive; who can go into business and who can not? Our legislators despoil us one feather at a time and thus deceive, “The only way out of our economic nightmare...” is to create a tsunami of stupefying government programs--each one with print so fine, those who sign it don't even bother to read it.
Politicians of both parties, like the Roman Senate of old, promise bread and circuses as they line their war chests with our children's money. I didn't like Bush's boondoggle bailout any more than I am a fan of Obama and Congress attempting to decorate the earth with dollar bills from roaring printing presses that will assuredly seize--perhaps sooner than we can afford.
Inflation lurks in this madness. We were in Poland when they chopped 4 zeros off of their currency to staunch the inflation monster. One day the National credit card statement must surely arrive in each of our wallets. Sadly, that day has already fallen on far too many small businesses across our country.
I wish all Americans could see the dire end of the road which we now seem all too enthusiastic about embarking upon. We have seen people on both sides of the Atlantic loose their jobs in this economy. Yet, we have seen private investment and the entrepreneurial spirit pry open doors governments had long shielded from the sanitizing light of day. We have even seen the very factory that made weapons of war beat those same weapons into plowshares.
Some challenge there is only a finite amount of wealth to be had; or, the pie is only so large and can not be expanded. They feel they must steal slices of pie from the rich to avenge slights of the poor. When wealth destruction is heralded as wealth redistribution, it can not be long before such policy metastasizes into trickle-down despair.
We reject these arguments. You see, in bankrupt Poland we baked another pie. We created jobs which in turn created even more jobs here in Utah. If Congress spent more time baking pie--instead of stealing slices from others, perhaps hunger might even banish itself.
This issue boils down to one thing--freedom. Will our children struggle from a hole with the odious chains of financial bondage Congress yokes upon them, or will our children be free to choose for themselves their own dreams and what their own futures should hold? These bailouts and spending bills tax our children without representation. Personal responsibility has been humiliated in exchange for the pompous promises of government. How much longer can Congress borrow money before we too are forced to turn out our own lights.
In times past, a canary was taken deep into coal mines to act as an early warning system to the release of toxic gases. If while in the mine, a canary quit singing, or worse died, the men in the mine knew they had better get out before the deadly gases--which they could neither see nor smell--slowly suffocated them. Everyone who came today is a canary in the mine...and we are running out of air.
Legislators, how many more canaries must die before your spending bills, polluted by the toxic brew of your arrogance and lard, must be cleaned up by the men and women of this country--and their children and grandchildren? Lower our taxes; quit spending our money; let us all bake more pie. The first thing you do when you find yourself in a hole, is quit digging. Mr. Obama, put down that shovel.
David V. Kirkham
I wanted a place for people to gather after the Salt Lake Tea Party tomorrow so we could organize and plan for the future. I thought a good 1st post would be the speech I plan to give tomorrow at the tax, print, and spend protest. I have never been to a protest before in my life, let alone organize one. But, I am fed up with the squandering of our children's dreams.
My brother and I started a car company from a dream almost 15 years ago.
www.kirkhammotorsports.com
Will our children have the same opportunity?
Your comments are welcome!
Thank you all for coming:
My name is David Kirkham.
America is the Land of Opportunity. Anyone can achieve their dreams, if they'll only work hard.
But today, America is in a hole. Small businesses that were thriving only a few months ago, today are struggling for air--or worse. We all know people who have lost their businesses and their jobs. How do we fix it? Some assert we can print, tax, and borrow, for our Wall Street Bailouts and Shovel-Ready projects. Yet our own common sense tells us, “When you find yourself trapped in a hole--stop digging.”
President Obama and Congress just passed the largest deficit-spending package and governmental expansion in the history of our country. This ill-conceived plan will slam a “Cap” on the hole we are trying to claw out of and “Trade” our freedoms for the sterile promise--government will pay our defaulted mortgages and fill our empty gas tanks.
Where will all these budget busting bailouts, spending sprees, and onerous new regulations lead? As I pondered this question, I came to the conclusion that we must all stand up--with a voice for reason and responsibility. With these programs we are chastening the frugal and rewarding the reckless losses of banks, car manufacturers, and anyone else who is deemed by their lobbyists "too big to fail." Is it any wonder the very men who write and enforce our tax laws fail to pay their own, feigning ignorance of the onerous regulations--written by their own hand.
I would like to tell you a about government interference, and bailing out companies that are “too big to fail.” Perhaps our story may not be so different or distant from what we see today. We have witnessed the predictable consequences of callous governmental control--along with its cruel effects on every day workers and their families.
My brother Thomas and I are small business owners in Provo, Utah. 15 years ago we went to the Provo airport to look at an old jet fighter from Poland. One glance at the jet and my brother Thomas turned to me and said, "Those guys could make aluminum-bodied Cobras."
The world was an exciting place then: the Berlin Wall had fallen; Russia was imploding; and her satellite countries were throwing off the bonds of long, dark years of political and economic oppression. Captivated by this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, I packed my bags and left BYU and my dreams of medical school, behind. Later, I landed in Poland, with a toy model of a Cobra, a Polish-English dictionary, and a new dream.
There, I wandered through an enormous aircraft factory that produced 3 MiG's/day at the height of the Cold War. Times were tough and where once 60,000 men and women worked, only 24,000 remained. I walked past somber lathe and mill operators who stood behind a thousand silent machines in buildings, where the lights were turned off--because even the Polish government, with all its bailouts, could no longer afford to keep them on--even in their own defense industries. Men waited day after day, for someone to give them work, yet both men and machine stood dumb. The once great aircraft factory was now bidding on an aluminum bodied Cobra from some crazy guys in Utah.
Day after day on that first trip to Poland I saw the worry of an uncertain future etched across the countenances of those men--whose faces were worn with far more years than they had passed on this earth. In time, my mother joined me on trips to Poland--only to be routinely mistaken as my wife--a wonderful compliment for her no doubt, yet a startling condemnation of the trials of life women in Poland endured.
We were at the factory in Poland the day over 20,000 of those 24,000 men and women lost their jobs. We watched as displaced workers haltingly mounted their bikes and wearily pedaled home through the cold--only to be greeted by anxious families and haunting memories of the not distant enough specter of food rationing. The bailouts were bankrupt.
But, all hope is not lost...the Polish people are resilient. They voted out Socialism and voted in a democracy that set up a Special Economic Zone at that old MiG factory. Then, they opened their doors for business to the world. They HAD to get people back to work. How did they do it? They slashed taxes and offered land and buildings for sale. We bought those buildings, we bought that silent machinery, we bought that land, and most importantly, we hired those anxious men and women. We, private enterprise, pumped millions of dollars into that city--where the untold billions of government money had long been lavished on the rat-hole of squander. We were the first foreign private company to invest in that entire region of the country. Just last year, Mielec, Poland was a bustling city with Boeing, Lockheed, Pratt and Whitney, Fiat, and many other companies--all vying for an ever shrinking pool of highly skilled workers--and we were selling cars all over the world.
There is another side to this story. The legacy of burdensome laws from sordid governmental intrusion are difficult to cast off. In Poland, there is law which requires everyone who has over 25 employees to hire disabled workers--or face an obscene fine. Yet, inexplicably--by law--we are not allowed to have a disabled worker in our factory because we are classified as a heavy manufacturer. We paid that fine for years.
Do we really want the government telling us what temperature to set our thermostats to; how much to drive; who can go into business and who can not? Our legislators despoil us one feather at a time and thus deceive, “The only way out of our economic nightmare...” is to create a tsunami of stupefying government programs--each one with print so fine, those who sign it don't even bother to read it.
Politicians of both parties, like the Roman Senate of old, promise bread and circuses as they line their war chests with our children's money. I didn't like Bush's boondoggle bailout any more than I am a fan of Obama and Congress attempting to decorate the earth with dollar bills from roaring printing presses that will assuredly seize--perhaps sooner than we can afford.
Inflation lurks in this madness. We were in Poland when they chopped 4 zeros off of their currency to staunch the inflation monster. One day the National credit card statement must surely arrive in each of our wallets. Sadly, that day has already fallen on far too many small businesses across our country.
I wish all Americans could see the dire end of the road which we now seem all too enthusiastic about embarking upon. We have seen people on both sides of the Atlantic loose their jobs in this economy. Yet, we have seen private investment and the entrepreneurial spirit pry open doors governments had long shielded from the sanitizing light of day. We have even seen the very factory that made weapons of war beat those same weapons into plowshares.
Some challenge there is only a finite amount of wealth to be had; or, the pie is only so large and can not be expanded. They feel they must steal slices of pie from the rich to avenge slights of the poor. When wealth destruction is heralded as wealth redistribution, it can not be long before such policy metastasizes into trickle-down despair.
We reject these arguments. You see, in bankrupt Poland we baked another pie. We created jobs which in turn created even more jobs here in Utah. If Congress spent more time baking pie--instead of stealing slices from others, perhaps hunger might even banish itself.
This issue boils down to one thing--freedom. Will our children struggle from a hole with the odious chains of financial bondage Congress yokes upon them, or will our children be free to choose for themselves their own dreams and what their own futures should hold? These bailouts and spending bills tax our children without representation. Personal responsibility has been humiliated in exchange for the pompous promises of government. How much longer can Congress borrow money before we too are forced to turn out our own lights.
In times past, a canary was taken deep into coal mines to act as an early warning system to the release of toxic gases. If while in the mine, a canary quit singing, or worse died, the men in the mine knew they had better get out before the deadly gases--which they could neither see nor smell--slowly suffocated them. Everyone who came today is a canary in the mine...and we are running out of air.
Legislators, how many more canaries must die before your spending bills, polluted by the toxic brew of your arrogance and lard, must be cleaned up by the men and women of this country--and their children and grandchildren? Lower our taxes; quit spending our money; let us all bake more pie. The first thing you do when you find yourself in a hole, is quit digging. Mr. Obama, put down that shovel.
David V. Kirkham
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