Why elect me and not the others

I am your common sense candidate. No fluff, just common sense.

I am a first generation naturalized citizen from London, England. This nation has been so good to me that I am compelled to do everything that I can to repay my debt to it. If elected, I will.

As you know, few people have confidence in Washington being able to solve any problems whatsoever. They only know how to squabble and to spend money, far in excess of our government’s income As a long time self-employed businessman, I think in terms of working to provide solid solutions within budgets, not spending far more than my business income and doing nothing as our federal government does.

The public typically complains about Washington, but elects the same types of candidates over and over again, every few years. So who are they? Lawyers and state level politicians working their way up the career ladder. Where has that got us as a nation?

It's time for a change and elect people with common sense, something utterly lacking in Washington. I am privileged to be a naturalized United States citizen, and must do what I can to restore our country to greatness.

Representing my district in Washington will not be the culmination of stepping stones of government positions, a career path that has gotten this nation into its biggest financial mess ever; it's a common sense desire to fix the root problems in our government. What are they?

Spending far in excess of income and accelerating that process, a weak job creation approach, career politicians who won't leave office, are inflexible and make deals with special interests, and a terrible foreign policy that is changing our nation for the worse.

This is what I'll do in a nutshell, my key points -

End corporate taxes. That will flood this country with foreign business money, not the phony money printed by the Federal Reserve. Domestic corporations with over a trillion dollars sitting overseas will bring it back to create jobs. Foreign corporations will flood this country with money creating jobs, building facilities and factories. That means millions of new, well paid jobs for Americans, and a dramatic increase in GDP. We’ll beat China at its own game.

Void congressional pensions if they don't quit after no more than twelve years in office. It will be much easier to enact than a Term Limits Amendment. Our Washington Representatives and Senators understand and love money. I will use that love to help them retire. We need new blood in Washington, not old hacks that never leave office because they have “safe” seats. Those safe seats are so safe that challengers don’t even bother to run against them.

Make our federal election system fair. The public doesn’t know it, but it’s designed to keep the incumbents in and the challengers out. My method is to take the residual campaign money away from the federal politicians after each election cycle, and give it to charity. They will not be able to start asking for new donations until the next election year. Senators and Representatives have millions of dollars in their campaign accounts, far in excess of what a challenger can hope to raise. If everyone starts at zero, we’ll have a better system.

Modify the Postal Accountability and Enhancement Act of 2006 to eliminate the Postal Service requirement to pre-fund their pensions for up to 75 years! This was designed to bankrupt the post office in favor of private industry. I must reverse that pre-funding clause to save the postal service from either bankruptcy or forcing it to dramatically raise the cost of postage.

I think in terms of trends, as I was a stockbroker in my twenties, with a specialty in municipal finance. I know how government operates; that they squander money. It must end, as our nation's trendline has been down since the turn of this century. I must work to reverse that course so it starts to go up again. Public prosperity must return as a solid uptrend, and not just in pockets of good fortune.

I believe that unless our financial condition is corrected we will have a financial meltdown between 2018-2020. That meltdown will severely damage us, far more so than the financial trauma of 2007-08. I must work to stop that from happening.

So please support my campaign, both in donations and forwarding my website link to your friends and colleagues as well as on Twitter, Facebook and others.


I am your common sense candidate. No fluff, just common sense.

I am not a natural born citizen of the United States; I wasn’t that lucky. I chose to be a naturalized citizen instead. It was as close as I could get.

I was born and educated in London, England four years after the end of World War Two. Rationing in the U.K. continued for nine years until 1954 as the U.K. was broke, as our nation will be in 2019 unless we fix our deficit.

My playground was the bombed out side of my street that I grew up on. The Germans dropped two bombs on a row of houses across the street, and that side became rubble. That was my playground as a child, as it took a decade for the local council to afford to rebuild that side of the street.

I came from a nothing background.

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My father was brought to England as a child from Russia in the 19th century, where my family were refugees during a Tsarist pogrom. I believe that some in the family moved to Poland, some to Germany and I suspect some to America.

He helped his family make a living at an open air market in East London at the turn of the 20th century. Eventually he bought a house with (self-storage) garages to make a living. I was brought up there. It was not a happy childhood. It was less than nine miles from Buckingham Palace and the British Houses of Parliament, but it could have been nine light years. The West End of London was the place to live; the East End was not. Night and day.

At some point, due to ongoing religious bigotry in England, he changed the family name to Le Vene to disguise the religious connection. I know all about bigotry and prejudice. I changed mine back to Levene although my extended family still uses Le Vene. I don’t.

He did not believe in education, something hard for Americans to believe, just making money to survive. He even tried to take me out of high school at thirteen to become a machinist apprentice. Fortunately for me, the school principle persuaded him not to.

I even remember that bathing water was rationed! If I took too much time in the bath, and ran the hot water for too long, he’d turn it off. I frequently took the five cent bus ride to the East Ham Town Hall’s municipal baths and steam rooms, EastHamTownHallwhere I wouldn’t be stuck with lathered hair and no water to rinse with.

After years of planning I left for the adventure of a lifetime at 21, traveling around the world. My plan was to visit the United States, a country that I had long admired based on reading my father’s copy of Newsweek every week for years and, of course, watching all of the American TV shows and movies.

I loved the American culture and spent years poring over maps of the United States, determined to visit many states one day.

I was hooked.

I had invented and received a provisional patent on an inflatable tent, with a built-in air-mattress. It could be used on a lake as a covered raft or just for camping so the user could sleep on the ground or, tied up to shore, on the water if used at a lake. It was the original water bed.inflatablefloatingtent Now I see my idea used everywhere, especially by our military that can create an instant inflatable building in seconds.

I wanted to see if American manufacturers had an interest, as Inflatable buildingsAmerica was my Mecca for everything good. I also wanted to examine the drive-in movie business, as I thought that I could take the idea to London when I got back, and develop the first and only drive-in in England. I’d make a fortune, or so I hoped.

I can still vividly remember using napkins on the plane to work on sophisticated drive-in movie designs. I later found that drive-in theaters were the opposite, as you know.

I had bought a See America ticket from Greyhound before leaving London. It cost me $99 and was good for 99 days of unlimited travel! They called it the 99 days for US$99 ticket. Imagine that, $1 a day to travel anywhere in the lower 48 states that I wanted to visit, plus I could sleep on the bus to save hotel expenses. That was a dream ticket for a former student. I actually decided to hitchhike instead as I wanted to meet as many Americans of different social strata possible, and eventually cashed in that ticket getting my $99 back. A dollar saved is a dollar earned.

I visited the American Embassy in Grosvenor Square in London, got my visa and was given a free copy of the Rand McNally Road Atlas. As I wrote above, I spent countless hours studying America via Newsweek and poring over that map, studying it for details before my adventure began. I wish I still had it, as it marked my travels across the country and had great sentimental value.

I hitchhiked around the country waiving a British flag (the Union Jack) to get drivers to stop from curiosity and met a lot of very generous, friendly people. I was even being interviewed on the KOTS, AM radio station in Deming, New Mexico (thanks to Candie Sweetser). Everything I had read about America was true. American’s were nice, friendly and generous.

From California, I planned to visit Hawaii, Australia, Indonesia, Vietnam, India, Turkey and several European countries before returning to Great Britain… as a world traveler.

Fortunately, I didn’t get to Vietnam. In retrospect, being a tourist in Vietnam during the war would have been an act of youthful stupidity. They say that youth is wasted on the young. It’s true. I still haven’t been there… but Vietnam was my war, as I read about it every week in England, and watched the American news reports on the BBC. I still don’t understand how the U.S. government blundered into that one. One day, I’ll visit.

When I finally reached the west coast – San Diego, California, I thought I had died and gone to heaven. I hadn’t ever heard of the city, but was only planning to visit Los Angeles and Zabriskie Point in Death Valley. I’d seen the movie just before leaving. In England, the only two California cities ever talked about were Los Angeles and San Francisco.

Life in the United States was unbelievable. It was so much better than the movies so I decided to stay, which was much easier to do then than now.

In England I worked to help pay for college, that I never completed. Sad to say, I made eight British Pounds a week, about $20 at the then current exchange rate. My first real job in San Diego, paid six times that, plus commissions from selling life insurance for the John Hancock insurance company. That was over $3,000 a month base pay, inflation adjusted, plus very nice commissions. I sold a lot, and made a very good income. I couldn’t believe it. An amazing country and (to me) an amazing income! I even had a car, a motorcycle and a condo!

By twenty-four, I had my own business with five insurance agents working for me. By then, I had a big house, a (still beloved) ’73 Chevy Caprice that I cruised around town in and more motorcycles. ChevyCapriceOne was a Yamaha dirt bike, and I pretended (in my mind) that I was a motocross expert when I rode the hills along the border with Mexico, high above Tijuana. In my dreams.

My friends could not believe that I had achieved so much, so fast. I was driven to succeed and always focused on new opportunities. I had a meaningful life. I still do.

By twenty-six I had retired. I provided good leads for my five agents and they paid me twenty percent of what they made. I made as much as them for doing about three hours of work a week. They made a very good income, and so did I for doing next to nothing. The technique I developed for getting them leads is still in use today, over forty years later.

After a few years, I finally became tired of being retired and the insurance business, so moved into the municipal bond and financial planning business. I spent years selling municipal bonds and providing financial assistance as a C.F.P., Certified Financial Planner, one of the first with that designation. I’ll always have fond memories of Southern California as the people were so nice, and I learned so much. I loved the water… and disco at the Aloha Club! Remember disco?

I never served in the military and, even though not required to, I registered for the draft, even though invisible to the Selective Service System. My number was high, so I never got that letter. I had friends and clients in the Navy, enlisted and officers. I even had one who was a Navy SEAL, who lived in Imperial Beach just a few miles from the Navy SEAL base on Coronado. I was especially in awe of him after he showed me the bullet wound scars he picked up in Vietnam. Anyway, none suggested that I join the Navy even though I raved about all of my good observations of Navy life in San Diego, and the Navy’s ability to project power, often without needing to use it. I’m sure that I would have joined, and done well. It didn’t cross my mind, nor theirs.

San Diego was where, as a friend said, I was reborn as an American; I had left the U.K. far behind.

I had nothing but good things to say about my adopted country.

At about thirty-two I moved to Atlanta, after visiting it on business a few times. I loved the people, the city, homes and the elegance of the South. Everything. So I moved, and initially lived in an apartment on Delk Road in Marietta. My first meal in Georgia was at a Waffle House, also on Delk Road. I was truly in The South.

I loved it and I had arrived.

Since then I have been content with working in the computer business, currently providing data center equipment, Virtual Desktops and other products to companies and the public sector. Not anymore.

I did not like that elected politicians used their political office as business ventures and career stepping stones. I almost always voted against incumbents, and mostly for women challengers. It rarely made any difference. Most people voted for incumbents, which is why the word “incumbent” is printed on ballots… to help voters know which box to check.

I can remember celebrating the new century in the jammed French Quarter of New Orleans. I said to my wife that I thought that the 21st century would be golden for America. As you know, it hasn’t been. It’s been a disaster; our government lead by two failed presidents. I need to fix the disaster before our nation goes over the edge or the next president will be blamed for it all.

We must become a strong, financially sound and unified country again. Future generations depend on us. We cannot fail them.

Vote for Allan Levene for Congress

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