It has been 36 years since the despicable coward William Ayers committed his latest known felony – a felony which he admits but for which he was not convicted because of a technicality. That felony anticipated Osama Bin Laden by 29 years. These two share the distinction of both having attacked and caused considerable damage to the Pentagon – the headquarters of our armed forces. Of course Ayers is a pipsqueak compared with Bin Laden. When his clumsy girlfriend, Diana Oughton tried to make a man-killer bomb she succeeded only in killing herself and two other terrorists.
The fact that Ayers was relatively inept as terrorists go and that the government was also inept in prosecuting him has allowed him to roam free and get himself hired to teach his vile philosophy to other generations of young Americans. It has also allowed him to be designated a “former terrorist” and “former radical” by people on both ends of the political spectrum. Both terms are erroneous. He himself would deny that he is a former radical; he has actually reaffirmed his radical past and has wished he had been more successful. I don’t know what he’d say about being a former terrorist, and frankly I would rather the atmosphere not be polluted by any of his comments on any subject. I know he is not a former terrorist.
Let’s be logical. Is O.J. Simpson a “former murderer?” After all, he got away with his deeds and they took place several years ago. He probably regrets the deeds and he hasn’t repeated them. Why should anybody care anymore?
How about our old friend Bin Laden? He has become pretty inactive hasn’t he? Why don’t we just pardon him, hire him to teach at the University of Illinois at Chicago and invite him to dinner at Barack Obama’s house? After all, he’s a “former terrorist.”
Poor old Tim McVey. If he’d been caught by an illegal wiretap he could have been hob-nobbing with a Democrat presidential candidate and lining up ‘prominent’ college professors to tell the world what a really okay guy he is. Alas, his luck didn’t hold and he has since had a meeting with his creator – without pre-conditions.
I therefore submit to anyone who may still have a brain to think with, that Barack Hussein Obama has been associating with a terrorist. A confessed terrorist. A defiant terrorist. An America hating terrorist. God help us if we elect a man who can justify this association – we will deserve what we get.
Saturday, November 1, 2008
Friday, October 24, 2008
We Have Been Warned
WARNING! If any of you are reading this in the Reich of Missouri do not download it or save it to your computer and be sure to delete your browsing history. The Gestapo in training is coming for you.
Now, before anyone starts saying that I think Barack Obama is another Adolph Hitler, it isn’t so. Adolph would not like either Barack or his political agenda and I am confident that Hitler would represent Obama’s worst nightmare.
On the other hand, Obama’s campaign techniques bear a striking resemblance to those of der Fuhrer. To begin with it is an intensely personality-driven campaign. Obama speaks in grand generalities promising people who are disgusted with the present administration that he will make changes. Well, Hitler made changes too. When I hear people chanting the name of Obama, when little children are taught to sing sweet songs about him, when young men march in fatigues, declaring the virtues of Obama, when I see women swooning and hear political commentators getting leg tingles I can’t help but think of how the power of an individual’s personality is the primary weapon in the political arsenal of demagogues and dictators. Hitler, Mao, Castro, Kim Jong-il, any dictator you care to name, they all had their tingle-legged propagandists and sweet singing children. AND THEY ALL HAD THEIR MARCHING YOUNG MEN. Like Jim Jones, they all had Kool-Aid drinkers who trusted them to their death.
When the supporters of Obama begin committing acts of petty terrorism, when Democrats make subtle threats of riots to come if he isn’t elected, I begin to be afraid. When the candidate surrounds himself with radical elements whose stated agenda is the overthrow of our system of government, I begin to be afraid. When he submits himself and his family to the teachings of an avowed enemy of America and the white race, I begin to be afraid – is whitey to be the scapegoat of this new tyranny? Whitey is certainly the scapegoat in the world-view proclaimed from the pulpit of Jeremiah Wright. How Naziesque!
The tactics of the Obama Nazis is most clearly revealed in the personal attacks launched against Governor Sarah Palin. The follow up comes with the attacks made against a citizen named Joe who dared to ask the anointed leader (‘leader’ is English for ‘Fuhrer’) a question about his tax program. The question was innocent enough, but the answer was dangerously revealing – an answer that slipped past the ordinarily disciplined lips of the one who (in the words of the children’s song) “gonna lead us.”
There is no question that Obama has done his best to keep his inner self hidden from us. He has, wherever possible, avoided taking positions. He votes ‘present’ whenever he can get away with it. He took a long time to tell us where he personally stands on the crisis in the banking industry. We are asked to trust him, trust his judgment without any foundation for that trust. Jim Jones told his people “trust me.” Hitler and Lenin demanded that people trust them.
Hitler would not have succeeded had Germany not been in a crisis. People in crisis tend to be like a person gone overboard in high seas; they thrash around for anything that will keep them afloat. Sometimes they grab something that is slowly becoming waterlogged and that will soon drag them inexorably to the bottom. How many of the German people who, in the midst of crisis, cast their vote for Adolph Hitler, lived to wish with utter intensity they had sought some other response to their crisis. Any other response in the wide world.
The last straw for me came when the minions of Obama began to threaten people who dare to speak out against him. There has been social intimidation by those who have characterized every criticism of him as racist. Now there is intimidation by law enforcement people in the state of Missouri. They have deliberately, in the most blatantly anti-American, anti-democratic, anti-civil rights, anti-populist, anti-Bill of Rights manner, used threatening terms to intimidate people within their jurisdiction. They use words typical to the arrest and prosecution of criminals to threaten their fellow Americans who, for the time being at least, live under the same Constitutional freedoms that they do. They are saying to you and me and all of our fellow free Americans, “you dare not speak against THE ONE in this state of Missouri, lest the Gestapo come and get you.”
In his speeches Obama has said the Republicans would say he is scary and that he is black. I guess he thought no one had noticed he’s black. The fact is we don’t care – it is he that cares.
Obama deliberately links something that might sound racist to the idea that he is scary so that both accusations would seem racist. But his own pastor revealed that Obama himself is steeped in the racism of black liberation theology. It is he who cares about his racial identity, not I, not most Republicans, not any fair minded American. What we do care about is that he is scary – very, very scary.
I have to stop now; I hear the gravel in my driveway crunching beneath the heels of jackboots.
Now, before anyone starts saying that I think Barack Obama is another Adolph Hitler, it isn’t so. Adolph would not like either Barack or his political agenda and I am confident that Hitler would represent Obama’s worst nightmare.
On the other hand, Obama’s campaign techniques bear a striking resemblance to those of der Fuhrer. To begin with it is an intensely personality-driven campaign. Obama speaks in grand generalities promising people who are disgusted with the present administration that he will make changes. Well, Hitler made changes too. When I hear people chanting the name of Obama, when little children are taught to sing sweet songs about him, when young men march in fatigues, declaring the virtues of Obama, when I see women swooning and hear political commentators getting leg tingles I can’t help but think of how the power of an individual’s personality is the primary weapon in the political arsenal of demagogues and dictators. Hitler, Mao, Castro, Kim Jong-il, any dictator you care to name, they all had their tingle-legged propagandists and sweet singing children. AND THEY ALL HAD THEIR MARCHING YOUNG MEN. Like Jim Jones, they all had Kool-Aid drinkers who trusted them to their death.
When the supporters of Obama begin committing acts of petty terrorism, when Democrats make subtle threats of riots to come if he isn’t elected, I begin to be afraid. When the candidate surrounds himself with radical elements whose stated agenda is the overthrow of our system of government, I begin to be afraid. When he submits himself and his family to the teachings of an avowed enemy of America and the white race, I begin to be afraid – is whitey to be the scapegoat of this new tyranny? Whitey is certainly the scapegoat in the world-view proclaimed from the pulpit of Jeremiah Wright. How Naziesque!
The tactics of the Obama Nazis is most clearly revealed in the personal attacks launched against Governor Sarah Palin. The follow up comes with the attacks made against a citizen named Joe who dared to ask the anointed leader (‘leader’ is English for ‘Fuhrer’) a question about his tax program. The question was innocent enough, but the answer was dangerously revealing – an answer that slipped past the ordinarily disciplined lips of the one who (in the words of the children’s song) “gonna lead us.”
There is no question that Obama has done his best to keep his inner self hidden from us. He has, wherever possible, avoided taking positions. He votes ‘present’ whenever he can get away with it. He took a long time to tell us where he personally stands on the crisis in the banking industry. We are asked to trust him, trust his judgment without any foundation for that trust. Jim Jones told his people “trust me.” Hitler and Lenin demanded that people trust them.
Hitler would not have succeeded had Germany not been in a crisis. People in crisis tend to be like a person gone overboard in high seas; they thrash around for anything that will keep them afloat. Sometimes they grab something that is slowly becoming waterlogged and that will soon drag them inexorably to the bottom. How many of the German people who, in the midst of crisis, cast their vote for Adolph Hitler, lived to wish with utter intensity they had sought some other response to their crisis. Any other response in the wide world.
The last straw for me came when the minions of Obama began to threaten people who dare to speak out against him. There has been social intimidation by those who have characterized every criticism of him as racist. Now there is intimidation by law enforcement people in the state of Missouri. They have deliberately, in the most blatantly anti-American, anti-democratic, anti-civil rights, anti-populist, anti-Bill of Rights manner, used threatening terms to intimidate people within their jurisdiction. They use words typical to the arrest and prosecution of criminals to threaten their fellow Americans who, for the time being at least, live under the same Constitutional freedoms that they do. They are saying to you and me and all of our fellow free Americans, “you dare not speak against THE ONE in this state of Missouri, lest the Gestapo come and get you.”
In his speeches Obama has said the Republicans would say he is scary and that he is black. I guess he thought no one had noticed he’s black. The fact is we don’t care – it is he that cares.
Obama deliberately links something that might sound racist to the idea that he is scary so that both accusations would seem racist. But his own pastor revealed that Obama himself is steeped in the racism of black liberation theology. It is he who cares about his racial identity, not I, not most Republicans, not any fair minded American. What we do care about is that he is scary – very, very scary.
I have to stop now; I hear the gravel in my driveway crunching beneath the heels of jackboots.
Monday, October 13, 2008
IT'S STUPID; SOCIALISM
Barack Obama revealed a part of his agenda over the weekend when he told a small businessman that he wasn’t trying to punish his success he was just trying to redistribute his wealth to give others a chance. (He said this to a man who made his own chances in this free society of unlimited opportunity.)
This follows on a recent Biden interview with Katie Couric in which Joey said plainly that he and Barack would take the money of the upper class. He said this was patriotism. Those who have enjoyed some success in their lives, generally through a great deal of hard work and risk taking, are now judged unpatriotic if they don’t turn their pockets out so politicians can promise the lazy and unambitious can have a lifestyle comparable to theirs - of course the politicians never deliver on those promises, they just take the money.
It has reached the point where Obama’s spokespeople aren’t even denying his socialist intentions – of course they don’t yet call it socialism; they are experts at newspeak and doublespeak. Bob Beckel on Fox News today said that Obama will redistribute the wealth and that economic redistribution is part of his plan. He said plainly that Obama will take the wealth of the successful to fulfill his agenda. Beckel denies that this is socialism, but that's only because he is so steeped in Democrat ideology that he no longer recognizes socialism when it hits him in the face. He said that he’s just a football player, indicating that he shouldn’t be expected to understand economics. He sure doesn’t. You can call a dog a duck, but he ain’t gonna quack. Whatever you call socialism it is still socialism.
So what’s the problem with socialism? That’s a good question. The answer is simple – show me a socialist economy that succeeds. The more socialist the economy becomes the more it fails. Ask the Russians, ask the Chinese. They have learned that capitalism succeeds where socialism fails. Ask the people of these countries how blessed the poor were under their socialist systems and how much things have improved (and they still have a long, long way to go) since they embraced capitalism.
In our capitalist system we have ups and downs. Recessions and depressions have always happened just as booms and times of high prosperity have. It’s kind of manic-depressive – the highs are temporary and so are the lows. Socialist systems eliminate these ups and downs and the uncertainty they produce. They do this by substituting chronic depression for the manic-depressive system. Thus they eliminate the ability of the wise and prudent to prosper in the highs and prepare for the lows. Everyone is equally poor all the time. (Except, of course there are always those who are more equal than others – see George Orwell’s Animal Farm.)
It may not be the most pleasant fact, but the fact is that people of all classes do better when there is a wealth incentive to produce products, innovations, and ultimately – jobs. I know there is the dream of a classless society, but it simply isn’t going to happen and all the social experiments in that direction prove that one may as well try to square the circle (it’s a mathematical impossibility, but there are always a few dolts who try to do it anyway). On the other hand, there is a vast difference in the standard of living of the very lowest class in our capitalist society and that of communist or socialist countries. In case anyone doesn't understand, socialism is just communism's little brother, and he'll grow up some day.
Obama and his fellow Democrat/socialists have been told by the American people for very long time, that our economy isn’t broken so don’t fix it. They have set out to break it so we will think we need them to fix it. Fixing it, they will bring us change – change I dread. For the sake of our brothers and sisters, for the sake of our children and posterity yet unborn, we must throw out the socialists whether they claim Democrat or Republican identity. We must find, promote, and elect, people who respect our free society and the capitalist system that has made it free and prosperous beyond the dreams of most people in all of human history.
This follows on a recent Biden interview with Katie Couric in which Joey said plainly that he and Barack would take the money of the upper class. He said this was patriotism. Those who have enjoyed some success in their lives, generally through a great deal of hard work and risk taking, are now judged unpatriotic if they don’t turn their pockets out so politicians can promise the lazy and unambitious can have a lifestyle comparable to theirs - of course the politicians never deliver on those promises, they just take the money.
It has reached the point where Obama’s spokespeople aren’t even denying his socialist intentions – of course they don’t yet call it socialism; they are experts at newspeak and doublespeak. Bob Beckel on Fox News today said that Obama will redistribute the wealth and that economic redistribution is part of his plan. He said plainly that Obama will take the wealth of the successful to fulfill his agenda. Beckel denies that this is socialism, but that's only because he is so steeped in Democrat ideology that he no longer recognizes socialism when it hits him in the face. He said that he’s just a football player, indicating that he shouldn’t be expected to understand economics. He sure doesn’t. You can call a dog a duck, but he ain’t gonna quack. Whatever you call socialism it is still socialism.
So what’s the problem with socialism? That’s a good question. The answer is simple – show me a socialist economy that succeeds. The more socialist the economy becomes the more it fails. Ask the Russians, ask the Chinese. They have learned that capitalism succeeds where socialism fails. Ask the people of these countries how blessed the poor were under their socialist systems and how much things have improved (and they still have a long, long way to go) since they embraced capitalism.
In our capitalist system we have ups and downs. Recessions and depressions have always happened just as booms and times of high prosperity have. It’s kind of manic-depressive – the highs are temporary and so are the lows. Socialist systems eliminate these ups and downs and the uncertainty they produce. They do this by substituting chronic depression for the manic-depressive system. Thus they eliminate the ability of the wise and prudent to prosper in the highs and prepare for the lows. Everyone is equally poor all the time. (Except, of course there are always those who are more equal than others – see George Orwell’s Animal Farm.)
It may not be the most pleasant fact, but the fact is that people of all classes do better when there is a wealth incentive to produce products, innovations, and ultimately – jobs. I know there is the dream of a classless society, but it simply isn’t going to happen and all the social experiments in that direction prove that one may as well try to square the circle (it’s a mathematical impossibility, but there are always a few dolts who try to do it anyway). On the other hand, there is a vast difference in the standard of living of the very lowest class in our capitalist society and that of communist or socialist countries. In case anyone doesn't understand, socialism is just communism's little brother, and he'll grow up some day.
Obama and his fellow Democrat/socialists have been told by the American people for very long time, that our economy isn’t broken so don’t fix it. They have set out to break it so we will think we need them to fix it. Fixing it, they will bring us change – change I dread. For the sake of our brothers and sisters, for the sake of our children and posterity yet unborn, we must throw out the socialists whether they claim Democrat or Republican identity. We must find, promote, and elect, people who respect our free society and the capitalist system that has made it free and prosperous beyond the dreams of most people in all of human history.
Sunday, October 12, 2008
Inquest for the Undead
Ladies and gentlemen, we have been called together to conduct an inquiry into the death of American capitalism. As you can see we have a clear chalk outline on the floor of Congress where the decedent was found.
The witnesses have been sworn and will now give their testimony. Mr. President, you may go first. What’s that you say? You believe it was a case of accidental death. Ah, I see by the deposition you have submitted that the Secretary of the Treasury and you have agreed that this was a totally unforeseen and unforeseeable set of circumstances. The fact that the victim was teetering on the edge of a cliff while a boulder was about to fall on him and a freight train and a Mac truck were heading in his direction at breakneck speed were not sufficient indicators that mischief might befall him.
One question Mr. President, why has the Vice President not been at your side through this ordeal? Is he not a skilled businessman, who might have had valuable ideas to avoid the unfortunate incident – even to have saved the victim in the last minutes? An undisclosed location you say? Why did you feel it necessary to send him into hiding at this time? Oh! I see, he didn’t disclose his location to you either. What’s that? The FBI, Secret Service, US Marshals and Dog the Bounty Hunter? None of these could find him? Very well, you may step down – and I mean that sincerely Mr. President, please step down.
Now, you congressional leaders. What testimony do you have to give? Mr. Minority leader, you may go first. Murder you say! That’s a serious accusation. You know the culprit? The chairman of the house banking committee? Are you sure? And the head of the senate banking committee as well? Oh my. These gentlemen are members of the Democrat party, they’ve been entrusted with the wellbeing of the credit industry for the past two years. You can’t mean that the very ones who were to protect the economy colluded in the felonious dispatch of same?
I must allow these gentlemen to speak in their own defense. Gentlemen, you have sworn to tell the truth, and no matter how contrary to your deeply ingrained principles that may be, I implore you to consider the gravity of the situation and make an exception in the present case. Ah! You agree with the Republicans, it was indeed murder. Do you then confess? Please gentlemen, compose yourselves! I merely thought you were acknowledging the deed. What then is the evidence against these men?
You saw what? The speaker of the house opening a secret compartment in her ring and pouring a powder into the victim’s martini? Her real name is Borgia? That explains a great many things. The matter should be refered to a special prosecutor.
But what about these two? I see. One held the glass and the other delivered the draught to the victim. So what say you Madame Speaker? On advice of counsel? No Ma’am that’s the fifth amendment – very well, please step down. Then what of you other two? You have already agreed that the deed was murder.
Oh, I see. You agree that it was murder, but you accuse the Republicans. Death by lack of regulation, you say. But I have here a very long list of regulations that should have protected the system, why were more needed? Oh no gentlemen, oversight was your responsibility. You don’t know the difference between regulation and oversight? Is that why every time someone shoots somebody you call for more restrictions on firearms and less prosecution of the crimes already committed. Really gentlemen, you ought to go back to law school and you should try to pass the bar. Yes, the one at the end of the street, it is clouding your judgment.
I must admit you are making a pretty good case now. It was the responsibility of the Republican administration and the Republicans on the committees you chair to blow the whistle instead of their own horn. Well then, thank you for your testimony.
Now, I must rule. It is clearly no accident that the capitalist system in this country has passed away. It seems evident that there was a vast conspiracy between both political parties to commit murder. No, please! I will not accept a plea of negligent manslaughter. I find that the government acted in a bipartisan manner as a hit man paid by the very entities they were to assassinate.
Yes, I rule the death a suicide. Capitalism died because of greed that permeated every area of our society. It died the death of a vampire so gluttonous for blood that it fed upon itself. It died with a full belly and empty veins.
And now you must excuse me, I have been called to break up a fight between two candidates for president. They are arguing violently over which one gets to drive the stake through the heart.
The witnesses have been sworn and will now give their testimony. Mr. President, you may go first. What’s that you say? You believe it was a case of accidental death. Ah, I see by the deposition you have submitted that the Secretary of the Treasury and you have agreed that this was a totally unforeseen and unforeseeable set of circumstances. The fact that the victim was teetering on the edge of a cliff while a boulder was about to fall on him and a freight train and a Mac truck were heading in his direction at breakneck speed were not sufficient indicators that mischief might befall him.
One question Mr. President, why has the Vice President not been at your side through this ordeal? Is he not a skilled businessman, who might have had valuable ideas to avoid the unfortunate incident – even to have saved the victim in the last minutes? An undisclosed location you say? Why did you feel it necessary to send him into hiding at this time? Oh! I see, he didn’t disclose his location to you either. What’s that? The FBI, Secret Service, US Marshals and Dog the Bounty Hunter? None of these could find him? Very well, you may step down – and I mean that sincerely Mr. President, please step down.
Now, you congressional leaders. What testimony do you have to give? Mr. Minority leader, you may go first. Murder you say! That’s a serious accusation. You know the culprit? The chairman of the house banking committee? Are you sure? And the head of the senate banking committee as well? Oh my. These gentlemen are members of the Democrat party, they’ve been entrusted with the wellbeing of the credit industry for the past two years. You can’t mean that the very ones who were to protect the economy colluded in the felonious dispatch of same?
I must allow these gentlemen to speak in their own defense. Gentlemen, you have sworn to tell the truth, and no matter how contrary to your deeply ingrained principles that may be, I implore you to consider the gravity of the situation and make an exception in the present case. Ah! You agree with the Republicans, it was indeed murder. Do you then confess? Please gentlemen, compose yourselves! I merely thought you were acknowledging the deed. What then is the evidence against these men?
You saw what? The speaker of the house opening a secret compartment in her ring and pouring a powder into the victim’s martini? Her real name is Borgia? That explains a great many things. The matter should be refered to a special prosecutor.
But what about these two? I see. One held the glass and the other delivered the draught to the victim. So what say you Madame Speaker? On advice of counsel? No Ma’am that’s the fifth amendment – very well, please step down. Then what of you other two? You have already agreed that the deed was murder.
Oh, I see. You agree that it was murder, but you accuse the Republicans. Death by lack of regulation, you say. But I have here a very long list of regulations that should have protected the system, why were more needed? Oh no gentlemen, oversight was your responsibility. You don’t know the difference between regulation and oversight? Is that why every time someone shoots somebody you call for more restrictions on firearms and less prosecution of the crimes already committed. Really gentlemen, you ought to go back to law school and you should try to pass the bar. Yes, the one at the end of the street, it is clouding your judgment.
I must admit you are making a pretty good case now. It was the responsibility of the Republican administration and the Republicans on the committees you chair to blow the whistle instead of their own horn. Well then, thank you for your testimony.
Now, I must rule. It is clearly no accident that the capitalist system in this country has passed away. It seems evident that there was a vast conspiracy between both political parties to commit murder. No, please! I will not accept a plea of negligent manslaughter. I find that the government acted in a bipartisan manner as a hit man paid by the very entities they were to assassinate.
Yes, I rule the death a suicide. Capitalism died because of greed that permeated every area of our society. It died the death of a vampire so gluttonous for blood that it fed upon itself. It died with a full belly and empty veins.
And now you must excuse me, I have been called to break up a fight between two candidates for president. They are arguing violently over which one gets to drive the stake through the heart.
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
ONE MINUTE EACH NIGHT
I got this in an email from my good cousin in Nashville. I think it is worth passing along and urging participation.
ONE MINUTE EACH NIGHT...
This is the scariest election we as Christians have ever faced. We all need to be on our knees.
Do you believe we can take God at His word? Call upon His name, then stand
back and watch His wonders to behold. His scripture gives us, as Christians, ownership of this land and the ability to call upon God to heal it.
I challenge you to do so. We have never been more desperate than now for God to heal our land.
2 Chronicles 7:14
If my people, which are called by my name shall humble themselves, and pray, and seek my face and turn from their wicked ways, then will I hear from
heaven, and will forgive their sin, and will heal their land.
During WWII, there was an advisor to Churchill who organized a group of people who dropped what they were doing every night at a prescribed hour for one minute to collectively pray for the safety of England , its people and peace. This had an amazing effect as bombing stopped.
There is now a group of people organizing the same thing here in America, The United States of America and our citizens need prayer more than ever!!
If you would like to participate: each evening at 9:00 PM Eastern Time, 8:00 PM Central, 7:00 PM Mountain, 6:00 PM Pacific, stop whatever you are doing and spend one minute praying for the safety of the United States , our troops, our citizens, for peace in the world, for wisdom and courage for our leaders, the up-coming election, and that the Bible will remain the basis for the laws governing our land and that Christianity will grow in the U.S.
If you know anyone who would like to participate, please pass this along.
Someone said if people really understood the full extent of the power we have available through prayer, we might be speechless. Our prayers are the most powerful asset we have. Thank You
ONE MINUTE EACH NIGHT...
This is the scariest election we as Christians have ever faced. We all need to be on our knees.
Do you believe we can take God at His word? Call upon His name, then stand
back and watch His wonders to behold. His scripture gives us, as Christians, ownership of this land and the ability to call upon God to heal it.
I challenge you to do so. We have never been more desperate than now for God to heal our land.
2 Chronicles 7:14
If my people, which are called by my name shall humble themselves, and pray, and seek my face and turn from their wicked ways, then will I hear from
heaven, and will forgive their sin, and will heal their land.
During WWII, there was an advisor to Churchill who organized a group of people who dropped what they were doing every night at a prescribed hour for one minute to collectively pray for the safety of England , its people and peace. This had an amazing effect as bombing stopped.
There is now a group of people organizing the same thing here in America, The United States of America and our citizens need prayer more than ever!!
If you would like to participate: each evening at 9:00 PM Eastern Time, 8:00 PM Central, 7:00 PM Mountain, 6:00 PM Pacific, stop whatever you are doing and spend one minute praying for the safety of the United States , our troops, our citizens, for peace in the world, for wisdom and courage for our leaders, the up-coming election, and that the Bible will remain the basis for the laws governing our land and that Christianity will grow in the U.S.
If you know anyone who would like to participate, please pass this along.
Someone said if people really understood the full extent of the power we have available through prayer, we might be speechless. Our prayers are the most powerful asset we have. Thank You
LISTEN TO ANNIE
Finally, someone has asked the question I have so wanted to hear asked. It’s my gal Annie – I have a crush on her insightful brilliance and oozing sarcasm. Of course I’m talking about Ann Coulter.
On FOX News this morning she asked the question: what did Bill Ayers see in Barack Obama? Everyone is trying to figure out whether Obama has said anything to indicate that he agrees with Ayers positions or has taken political counsel from Ayers. Everyone who loves America that is, lefties just give Obama a pass on this as well as everything else. Well there doesn’t seem to be a smoking gun. Obama is pretty careful about what he says and he is expert at covering his tracks.
I think the whole issue has been approached from the wrong end. Ann’s question is the pertinent one. What did Ayers see in Obama that prompted him to appoint Obama to the chair of his newly created Chicago Annenberg Challenge? Why did Ayers open his home to launch Obama’s political career?
Is Ayers so politically naïve that he has inadvertently supported the career of a politician with whom he has a fundamental difference of philosophy? Did Obama deceive Ayers as to what his own political philosophy is? Are they at odds over their political goals? I don’t think so.
So what is Ayers political philosophy? He summed it up in 1970, “Kill all the rich people. Break up their cars and apartments. Bring the revolution home, kill your parents, that’s where it’s really at.” (And this preposition dangler teaches English?) So, Ayers wants a violent revolution in America. He himself, and his dear wife, actively participated in the violence, setting bombs and provoking others to murderous acts.
According to Obama, that was then and this is now. Obama was just a child when Ayers said these things, so it’s okay. But Obama wasn’t a child in 2001 when Ayers said he regretted not having done more bombings. What is the statute of limitations on terrorism anyway? Will Osama be respectable in thirty years? Will some University spend your money and mine to hire him as a professor of Middle Eastern Studies? Will he open his home to an aspiring young politician for a fund raiser? Maybe he’ll start a madrasah in Chicago and appoint a future president of the former United States as the Chairman of the Board.
For me there is no statute of limitations on those who hate my beloved country. I have sat on many boards, have chaired some, been an executive officer of several; in each and every case, I was chosen because I was in essential agreement with the mission and world-view of the organization, and I recommended others for board positions based on the same criteria. Never have I, nor ever would I, sit on the board of an organization that could find common ground with a despicable human being such as terrorist Ayers. Yes Obama, as you have consitently said, his acts were despicable, but you miss the point, HE IS DESPICABLE Barack Obama; too despicable to associate with. Guilt by association you say? Absolutely! If you wallow in manure, you stink.
I want no associate of William Ayers anywhere near the white house. If Ayers approves of him, if some organization finds common ground with both of them, let them rot in infamy together. For the sake of all that is holy, decent, democratic and American, vote against the ascension of Ayer’s buddy Barack to the highest office in this free country.
Thank you Annie, for asking the pertinent question. What does Ayers see in Obama?
On FOX News this morning she asked the question: what did Bill Ayers see in Barack Obama? Everyone is trying to figure out whether Obama has said anything to indicate that he agrees with Ayers positions or has taken political counsel from Ayers. Everyone who loves America that is, lefties just give Obama a pass on this as well as everything else. Well there doesn’t seem to be a smoking gun. Obama is pretty careful about what he says and he is expert at covering his tracks.
I think the whole issue has been approached from the wrong end. Ann’s question is the pertinent one. What did Ayers see in Obama that prompted him to appoint Obama to the chair of his newly created Chicago Annenberg Challenge? Why did Ayers open his home to launch Obama’s political career?
Is Ayers so politically naïve that he has inadvertently supported the career of a politician with whom he has a fundamental difference of philosophy? Did Obama deceive Ayers as to what his own political philosophy is? Are they at odds over their political goals? I don’t think so.
So what is Ayers political philosophy? He summed it up in 1970, “Kill all the rich people. Break up their cars and apartments. Bring the revolution home, kill your parents, that’s where it’s really at.” (And this preposition dangler teaches English?) So, Ayers wants a violent revolution in America. He himself, and his dear wife, actively participated in the violence, setting bombs and provoking others to murderous acts.
According to Obama, that was then and this is now. Obama was just a child when Ayers said these things, so it’s okay. But Obama wasn’t a child in 2001 when Ayers said he regretted not having done more bombings. What is the statute of limitations on terrorism anyway? Will Osama be respectable in thirty years? Will some University spend your money and mine to hire him as a professor of Middle Eastern Studies? Will he open his home to an aspiring young politician for a fund raiser? Maybe he’ll start a madrasah in Chicago and appoint a future president of the former United States as the Chairman of the Board.
For me there is no statute of limitations on those who hate my beloved country. I have sat on many boards, have chaired some, been an executive officer of several; in each and every case, I was chosen because I was in essential agreement with the mission and world-view of the organization, and I recommended others for board positions based on the same criteria. Never have I, nor ever would I, sit on the board of an organization that could find common ground with a despicable human being such as terrorist Ayers. Yes Obama, as you have consitently said, his acts were despicable, but you miss the point, HE IS DESPICABLE Barack Obama; too despicable to associate with. Guilt by association you say? Absolutely! If you wallow in manure, you stink.
I want no associate of William Ayers anywhere near the white house. If Ayers approves of him, if some organization finds common ground with both of them, let them rot in infamy together. For the sake of all that is holy, decent, democratic and American, vote against the ascension of Ayer’s buddy Barack to the highest office in this free country.
Thank you Annie, for asking the pertinent question. What does Ayers see in Obama?
Monday, October 6, 2008
DO THE MATH
Hillbillies has a ‘vantage when it comes t’ ‘rithmatic, cuz they most generally can count double whut city fellers can, seein’s how they’s unencumbered by shoes. That there is how come this ol’ hillbilly decided t’ major in mathematics when he went t’ college way back in th’ Kennedy years. Even earned a livin’ doin thet sorta thing fer a while. I loved programatin’ compooters – that uz before a feller c’d go inta the office store an’ buy ‘is programs ready made up jus’ like them froze biskits at the sooper market.
So I thought how as I’d apply all that eddicashun t’ solvin’ this here eeconomical crisis. It all started with me rememberin’ th’ ol’ hillbilly joke ‘bout the city feller what stopped by the field where a farmer wuz plowin up th’ ground behind a ol’ mule. City feller sez, “say ploughboy, how far is it to Little Rock?” Farmer feller he looks this dude up an’ down real good, points down the road an’ sez, “’bought forty lengths of a fool – whyn’cha lay down an’ measure it?”
So that got me t’ thinkin’ ‘bout the length of a fool an’ I scrambled ‘round an’ found out that the average congress person is a hunnert an’ sebenty five sinner meters – I tried t’ do th’ conversion, but even with the he’p of a raft a good preachers we couldn’ bring ‘er about.
Anyhow, I ain’t fer sure how fur we are from getting’ t’ the end a this mess but if my math’s right, we could lay out them 435 congress persons end unto end an’ be a lot closer to a solution.
So I thought how as I’d apply all that eddicashun t’ solvin’ this here eeconomical crisis. It all started with me rememberin’ th’ ol’ hillbilly joke ‘bout the city feller what stopped by the field where a farmer wuz plowin up th’ ground behind a ol’ mule. City feller sez, “say ploughboy, how far is it to Little Rock?” Farmer feller he looks this dude up an’ down real good, points down the road an’ sez, “’bought forty lengths of a fool – whyn’cha lay down an’ measure it?”
So that got me t’ thinkin’ ‘bout the length of a fool an’ I scrambled ‘round an’ found out that the average congress person is a hunnert an’ sebenty five sinner meters – I tried t’ do th’ conversion, but even with the he’p of a raft a good preachers we couldn’ bring ‘er about.
Anyhow, I ain’t fer sure how fur we are from getting’ t’ the end a this mess but if my math’s right, we could lay out them 435 congress persons end unto end an’ be a lot closer to a solution.
Sunday, October 5, 2008
THE POISONED POND
The candidates tell four kinds of lies – maybe more but I’ll deal with four. The first kind are what Huckleberry Finn called “stretchers” and all four – Obama, Mc Cain, Biden, and Palen, tell this kind of lie. They take a grain of truth about themselves or their opponents and puff it up with lies.
The second kind are the Gabby Hayes variety. They are similar to the first kind except that these lies are wholly made up. They are of the sort people tell in bull sessions: “yeah charlie, I was right there when the Bambino hit number sixty – I can show you the ball.” I can’t remember any of this variety that Mc Cain has told, or Palen either for that matter. Obama on the other hand has told us that the banking committee is “my committee.” He’s told others too. Biden tells us he was shot at in Afghanistan – yeah Joe, there must of been thunder in that snowstorm.
The third kind are lies of ignorance. Maybe we shouldn’t call them lies, since the tellers believe them to be true, the lie is in the pretense that these people are knowledgeable on the subject about which they speak. I’m sure that by this time someone studying for their citizenship test has told our Harvard graduate that there are actually only fifty states – not fifty-seven or fifty-eight. Maybe his Acorn people are overcharging him for election rigging.
I would also suspect that some home-schooler has informed the education guru from the University of Delaware that FDR was first elected president in 1932, three years after Joe had him on Television – which, for any practical purpose didn’t exist in 1929 or 1932. Joe gets a pass from pundits on these things because they have known for a long time that he’s just plain dumb. Don’t get me wrong, Mc Cain and Palen have also had their flashes of less than brilliance.
Call me cynical if you will, but I have come to expect and accept these lies from politicians. I also accept that they promise things they can’t and won’t deliver when elected. I put no confidence in political boasts and political promises.
But there is another sort of lie that is told and it is neither universal nor easily accepted – at least by me. That is the cover-up lie. Obama is guilty of a very serious cover-up lie.
When the issue of his relationship with William Ayers was first introduced, Obama passed it off casually by saying that Ayers was just someone who happened to live on his street and that they were not ‘close’. That was a lie. We now know that when Ayers created the Chicago Annenberg Challenge he turned to Barack Obama to be the chairman. It is surely impossible for the most credulous fool to believe Ayers didn’t know Obama well and that he did not have confidence that Obama was of like mind with him in political matters. Come on people! Surely you’re smarter than Joe Biden.
Nobody can possibly be so stupid as to believe that Ayers did not consider Obama a fellow traveler with him when he sponsored a fund-raising event for him. And unless you think Obama is as dumb as his running mate you can’t possibly believe he didn’t know Ayers’ history and the fact that he has never changed his mind – he still wants to overthrow the government of the United States, he has merely laid aside the bombs in favor of his Manchurian Candidate.
Why did Obama lie about Ayers? A prosecutor would call the lie “consciousness of guilt.” It was a cover-up, an attempt to hide a fact which he knew reveals something about him that all his promises and high sounding rhetoric cannot hide. To be generous, we now know that Obama is a political radical – a dangerous radical – one who can wink at acts of political terrorism, pass them off as matters lost in the past. At worst, he is a man with an agenda that should make us shudder.
When faced with the facts of his relationship with Ayers, Obama says it’s just “guilt by association” – you bet your Acorns it is. His surrogates immediately say, “yeah but Mc Cain was implicated in the Keating Five scandal.” (Okay, I’ll trade you one Tony Rezco for your Charles Keating, you still owe me one terrorist and one racist madman.) These answers are almost as alarming as the facts they are intended to cover up. Consider this: Obama and his people see no difference between acts of political terrorism against the United States, acts that resulted in murder: and the Keating financial scandal (also ignoring the fact that Mc Cain was exonerated by the Democrat prosecutor).
I am deeply frustrated by the fact that, in the aftermath of 9/11 people are tolerant of terrorism in the United States. Tolerant to the point of voting for a political crony of a terrorist for the highest office in the land. Yes, I know Ayers is endorsed by supposedly respected institutes of higher learning, but we have already seen the real product of those institutions – they don’t care whether their graduates know any facts, just so they march in lockstep with the radical political agendas of the institutions – God help America.
When one looks objectively at the people who support and influence Obama and the organizations, such as Acorn, which he supports and influences one gets a real look at the policies of the hidden man. He is like a pond; the water that flows into it is poisoned, the water that flows out is poisoned, but we are asked to believe that the pond itself is pure and wholesome. If we drink the water we shall learn, all too late and all too painfully, that the pond is poisoned too.
The second kind are the Gabby Hayes variety. They are similar to the first kind except that these lies are wholly made up. They are of the sort people tell in bull sessions: “yeah charlie, I was right there when the Bambino hit number sixty – I can show you the ball.” I can’t remember any of this variety that Mc Cain has told, or Palen either for that matter. Obama on the other hand has told us that the banking committee is “my committee.” He’s told others too. Biden tells us he was shot at in Afghanistan – yeah Joe, there must of been thunder in that snowstorm.
The third kind are lies of ignorance. Maybe we shouldn’t call them lies, since the tellers believe them to be true, the lie is in the pretense that these people are knowledgeable on the subject about which they speak. I’m sure that by this time someone studying for their citizenship test has told our Harvard graduate that there are actually only fifty states – not fifty-seven or fifty-eight. Maybe his Acorn people are overcharging him for election rigging.
I would also suspect that some home-schooler has informed the education guru from the University of Delaware that FDR was first elected president in 1932, three years after Joe had him on Television – which, for any practical purpose didn’t exist in 1929 or 1932. Joe gets a pass from pundits on these things because they have known for a long time that he’s just plain dumb. Don’t get me wrong, Mc Cain and Palen have also had their flashes of less than brilliance.
Call me cynical if you will, but I have come to expect and accept these lies from politicians. I also accept that they promise things they can’t and won’t deliver when elected. I put no confidence in political boasts and political promises.
But there is another sort of lie that is told and it is neither universal nor easily accepted – at least by me. That is the cover-up lie. Obama is guilty of a very serious cover-up lie.
When the issue of his relationship with William Ayers was first introduced, Obama passed it off casually by saying that Ayers was just someone who happened to live on his street and that they were not ‘close’. That was a lie. We now know that when Ayers created the Chicago Annenberg Challenge he turned to Barack Obama to be the chairman. It is surely impossible for the most credulous fool to believe Ayers didn’t know Obama well and that he did not have confidence that Obama was of like mind with him in political matters. Come on people! Surely you’re smarter than Joe Biden.
Nobody can possibly be so stupid as to believe that Ayers did not consider Obama a fellow traveler with him when he sponsored a fund-raising event for him. And unless you think Obama is as dumb as his running mate you can’t possibly believe he didn’t know Ayers’ history and the fact that he has never changed his mind – he still wants to overthrow the government of the United States, he has merely laid aside the bombs in favor of his Manchurian Candidate.
Why did Obama lie about Ayers? A prosecutor would call the lie “consciousness of guilt.” It was a cover-up, an attempt to hide a fact which he knew reveals something about him that all his promises and high sounding rhetoric cannot hide. To be generous, we now know that Obama is a political radical – a dangerous radical – one who can wink at acts of political terrorism, pass them off as matters lost in the past. At worst, he is a man with an agenda that should make us shudder.
When faced with the facts of his relationship with Ayers, Obama says it’s just “guilt by association” – you bet your Acorns it is. His surrogates immediately say, “yeah but Mc Cain was implicated in the Keating Five scandal.” (Okay, I’ll trade you one Tony Rezco for your Charles Keating, you still owe me one terrorist and one racist madman.) These answers are almost as alarming as the facts they are intended to cover up. Consider this: Obama and his people see no difference between acts of political terrorism against the United States, acts that resulted in murder: and the Keating financial scandal (also ignoring the fact that Mc Cain was exonerated by the Democrat prosecutor).
I am deeply frustrated by the fact that, in the aftermath of 9/11 people are tolerant of terrorism in the United States. Tolerant to the point of voting for a political crony of a terrorist for the highest office in the land. Yes, I know Ayers is endorsed by supposedly respected institutes of higher learning, but we have already seen the real product of those institutions – they don’t care whether their graduates know any facts, just so they march in lockstep with the radical political agendas of the institutions – God help America.
When one looks objectively at the people who support and influence Obama and the organizations, such as Acorn, which he supports and influences one gets a real look at the policies of the hidden man. He is like a pond; the water that flows into it is poisoned, the water that flows out is poisoned, but we are asked to believe that the pond itself is pure and wholesome. If we drink the water we shall learn, all too late and all too painfully, that the pond is poisoned too.
Thursday, October 2, 2008
Walking the Wall
Without a lot of details – the statute of limitations may not have expired – I’ll tell of the foolishness of childhood. There was a place where a narrow wall connected two buildings. The wall was about fifteen feet high and I have no idea why it was built in the first place; it seemed like a waste of brick and mortar.
However, for reasons of their own - reasons better not discussed here - three boys, two twelves and a thirteen, were in the habit of crossing over on top of this wall. Beneath the wall on either side was a hard cement pavement. Those were the days when adrenalin addiction was fed by personal experience rather than frantically manipulating colored shadows through imaginary threats. A fall from the wall could have really meant “game over.”
The three boys had all learned balance beam skills on the tops of fences. They had learned by failures and successes that when one walks a fence or the top of a wall, one doesn’t pay attention to what’s on one side or the other, one fixes the eyes on the end of the fence or the roof of a building at the end of the wall.
What, one may ask, does this have to do with politics? I write this in an effort to explain one of the candidates for president. Radio talk show hosts, Republican and conservative (the two are not necessarily synonymous), are frantically urging John Mc Cain to take a stand on the economy, to fight back, to expose the culpability of Democrats and, more importantly, to expose how failed liberal ideology is the driving force behind the present credit crisis. What the talkers fail to take into account is that John Mc Cain is a fence walker. He isn’t looking at liberalism or conservatism, he’s looking at the end of the fence.
We may complain about ideology-driven politics, but the fact of the matter is that without an ideology to set one’s course the only destination is the end of the fence. Mc Cain likes to boast of being a maverick, of reaching across the aisle to Democrats – very liberal Democrats – to pass liberal bills. Then he claims to be a conservative. The boys on the wall would understand. When you’re about to stagger right you wave the left hand to reestablish balance, when you’re about to stagger left, you wave the right hand, but the real goal is to go neither right nor left.
Mc Cain has taken firm stands on some issues: the war and the abortion issue for example – he has also taken a firm stand on limiting free speech via Mc Cain / Feingold. But when it comes to the economy, which is after all the real rudder that will turn the ship of state either toward socialism or freedom, Mc Cain keeps his eye on some distant point that he imagines to be somewhere between the two.
Obama on the other hand, is ideology-driven. I shudder when I think of what I believe that ideology to actually be. To be the least alarmist let us say he is driven to turn us to the left, toward socialism. He’s getting plenty of assistance from Congress – Democrat crooks and Republican fools are hurrying to help him turn the wheel.
But I am not writing about Obama, I’m writing about Mc Cain. He has said he doesn’t understand economics – he tells the truth. He doesn’t understand and he obviously doesn’t trust conservatives to educate him on the subject. I think he doesn’t consciously adopt the philosophies of John Maynard Keynes, the man who inspired the end of the gold standard in America and started us on a decades-long game of monopoly, but he has just cast a very Keynesian vote for a very Keynesian bill. Well, the game may be over and when the board is folded you can’t buy bread with monopoly money.
When Mc Cain has fallen off his fence he has landed in someone’s yard – Republican sometimes Democrat at others – but now he’s on a high wall that firmly separates right from left. When he falls he’s going to be hurt. Please John, look over there, conservatives have lifted a ladder for you – please come down before you fall.
However, for reasons of their own - reasons better not discussed here - three boys, two twelves and a thirteen, were in the habit of crossing over on top of this wall. Beneath the wall on either side was a hard cement pavement. Those were the days when adrenalin addiction was fed by personal experience rather than frantically manipulating colored shadows through imaginary threats. A fall from the wall could have really meant “game over.”
The three boys had all learned balance beam skills on the tops of fences. They had learned by failures and successes that when one walks a fence or the top of a wall, one doesn’t pay attention to what’s on one side or the other, one fixes the eyes on the end of the fence or the roof of a building at the end of the wall.
What, one may ask, does this have to do with politics? I write this in an effort to explain one of the candidates for president. Radio talk show hosts, Republican and conservative (the two are not necessarily synonymous), are frantically urging John Mc Cain to take a stand on the economy, to fight back, to expose the culpability of Democrats and, more importantly, to expose how failed liberal ideology is the driving force behind the present credit crisis. What the talkers fail to take into account is that John Mc Cain is a fence walker. He isn’t looking at liberalism or conservatism, he’s looking at the end of the fence.
We may complain about ideology-driven politics, but the fact of the matter is that without an ideology to set one’s course the only destination is the end of the fence. Mc Cain likes to boast of being a maverick, of reaching across the aisle to Democrats – very liberal Democrats – to pass liberal bills. Then he claims to be a conservative. The boys on the wall would understand. When you’re about to stagger right you wave the left hand to reestablish balance, when you’re about to stagger left, you wave the right hand, but the real goal is to go neither right nor left.
Mc Cain has taken firm stands on some issues: the war and the abortion issue for example – he has also taken a firm stand on limiting free speech via Mc Cain / Feingold. But when it comes to the economy, which is after all the real rudder that will turn the ship of state either toward socialism or freedom, Mc Cain keeps his eye on some distant point that he imagines to be somewhere between the two.
Obama on the other hand, is ideology-driven. I shudder when I think of what I believe that ideology to actually be. To be the least alarmist let us say he is driven to turn us to the left, toward socialism. He’s getting plenty of assistance from Congress – Democrat crooks and Republican fools are hurrying to help him turn the wheel.
But I am not writing about Obama, I’m writing about Mc Cain. He has said he doesn’t understand economics – he tells the truth. He doesn’t understand and he obviously doesn’t trust conservatives to educate him on the subject. I think he doesn’t consciously adopt the philosophies of John Maynard Keynes, the man who inspired the end of the gold standard in America and started us on a decades-long game of monopoly, but he has just cast a very Keynesian vote for a very Keynesian bill. Well, the game may be over and when the board is folded you can’t buy bread with monopoly money.
When Mc Cain has fallen off his fence he has landed in someone’s yard – Republican sometimes Democrat at others – but now he’s on a high wall that firmly separates right from left. When he falls he’s going to be hurt. Please John, look over there, conservatives have lifted a ladder for you – please come down before you fall.
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Buttermilk and Biden
Waking in a cold sweat I quickly recapped the dream before it could fade from memory. What was it that frightened me out of my slumbers? Ah, there it was, Joe Biden in drag. Aaagh!
There he was, standing next to Barack Obama, who had a big cigar between his fingers and a big smile on his face. He said, “Say goodnight Joey.” When Joe replied it was with the voice of Gracie Allen, “Goodnight Joey.”
When I stopped trembling I tried to analyze the dream. I blame it on listening to a collection of Joe Biden outtakes and having a glass of cornbread and buttermilk just before bed. No more Biden outtakes for me – not that late at night.
But I got to thinking. This pair really does remind me of some of the famous entertainment duos. Can’t you hear Joey speaking with the gravel voice of Pat Butram, “wayl Mr. Artery whadawe do now?” Or with the mush-mouth accents of Gabby Hayes, “Gol-durn it Roy, you cain’t let them bushwackers get away with that.”
Well, I was awake anyway so I spent the rest of the night playing the game of putting Biden’s head on the body of some comic sidekick and listening to him deliver his gaffes in the various voices while Obama played Gene Autry, Roy Rogers, George Burns and others; always trying patiently to go forward with the serious business while inexplicably tolerating the foolishness of his chosen pal. It was a lot of fun – try it.
There was Martin and Lewis, Laurel and Hardy, Bob Hope and Bing Crosby, Desi and Lucy – aagh theres that disturbing image that woke me in the first place. A couple of my favorites were Leo Carillo as Pancho saying, “Oh Ceesco” and Duncan Renaldo as The Cisco Kid replying, “Oh Pancho.” Of course in my buttermilk drenched imagination it was “Oh Bama” and “Oh Pepe.”
Some reporters have wondered why Saturday Night Live keeps making funny skits about Governor Sarah Palin but never picks on Barack and his faithful albeit rather dumb sidekick Joey. What could they do? No comedy writer could top the things that these two just do naturally. Obama says, “John Mc Cain can’t even use a computer.” Joey says, “That’s awful – the man was crippled in war. Well I didn’t actually see the ad so I guess it’s okay. Stand up Chuck.”
Still, if SNL wants to try a skit, they could have Barack trying to explain the positions on a baseball team to a flustered Joey who gets ever more shrill, saying, “Who’s on first?” Barack: “That’s right, Who’s on first.” Joey: “What’s right?” Barack: “Who’s on first.” And so forth. Maybe better yet, have Joey running in terror through a zombie infested castle screaming “Obaaaama.”
Well, it’s bedtime, I need a glass of buttermilk.
There he was, standing next to Barack Obama, who had a big cigar between his fingers and a big smile on his face. He said, “Say goodnight Joey.” When Joe replied it was with the voice of Gracie Allen, “Goodnight Joey.”
When I stopped trembling I tried to analyze the dream. I blame it on listening to a collection of Joe Biden outtakes and having a glass of cornbread and buttermilk just before bed. No more Biden outtakes for me – not that late at night.
But I got to thinking. This pair really does remind me of some of the famous entertainment duos. Can’t you hear Joey speaking with the gravel voice of Pat Butram, “wayl Mr. Artery whadawe do now?” Or with the mush-mouth accents of Gabby Hayes, “Gol-durn it Roy, you cain’t let them bushwackers get away with that.”
Well, I was awake anyway so I spent the rest of the night playing the game of putting Biden’s head on the body of some comic sidekick and listening to him deliver his gaffes in the various voices while Obama played Gene Autry, Roy Rogers, George Burns and others; always trying patiently to go forward with the serious business while inexplicably tolerating the foolishness of his chosen pal. It was a lot of fun – try it.
There was Martin and Lewis, Laurel and Hardy, Bob Hope and Bing Crosby, Desi and Lucy – aagh theres that disturbing image that woke me in the first place. A couple of my favorites were Leo Carillo as Pancho saying, “Oh Ceesco” and Duncan Renaldo as The Cisco Kid replying, “Oh Pancho.” Of course in my buttermilk drenched imagination it was “Oh Bama” and “Oh Pepe.”
Some reporters have wondered why Saturday Night Live keeps making funny skits about Governor Sarah Palin but never picks on Barack and his faithful albeit rather dumb sidekick Joey. What could they do? No comedy writer could top the things that these two just do naturally. Obama says, “John Mc Cain can’t even use a computer.” Joey says, “That’s awful – the man was crippled in war. Well I didn’t actually see the ad so I guess it’s okay. Stand up Chuck.”
Still, if SNL wants to try a skit, they could have Barack trying to explain the positions on a baseball team to a flustered Joey who gets ever more shrill, saying, “Who’s on first?” Barack: “That’s right, Who’s on first.” Joey: “What’s right?” Barack: “Who’s on first.” And so forth. Maybe better yet, have Joey running in terror through a zombie infested castle screaming “Obaaaama.”
Well, it’s bedtime, I need a glass of buttermilk.
Monday, September 29, 2008
SO MUCH TO BLOG; SO LITTLE TIME
Where to start?
Let’s try this: Pelosi lied – bad bill died. Speaker Pelosi thought this crisis was not about Wall Street or Main Street (I’m so sick of hearing that phrase) – it was about Pennsylvania Avenue. To her it’s just all a big political game. When John Mc Cain was on his way to Washington to be involved in debate, which incidentally is what he gets paid to do, Nancy and her assistant, old man Harry, stepped out to announce that a deal had already been made – it was a lie. It was a lie that didn’t sit well with Republicans. Then she stood in front of the house and blamed this mess on the Republican administration – another lie. It was a lie that didn’t sit well with Republicans. She said she had 120 votes from her Democrat Party members to pass the bill – she lied. It was a lie that didn’t sit well with Republicans. Three strikes and you’re out.
Strike two was a close call. Bush does share the blame. He should have been a more insistent critic of the way Barney Frank and Chris Dodd didn’t adequately oversee their delinquent kids, Fannie and Freddy. He should have brought the matter to the direct attention of the American people the way Ronald Reagan would have done.
When the dust settled today the American people had taken the reigns of their government firmly in hand. They snatched the bit from the teeth of a runaway horse and said a firm “whoa” to a team that was about to send the wagon plunging over the precipice.
The main reason the bad bill failed is that Americans aren’t the stupid clods the Democrats and some Republicans think they are. They mostly haven’t had the disadvantage of going to Harvard or some other left wing indoctrination tank. They recognize socialism when they see it and they’d rather take their chances in a capitalist recession than socialist slavery. Power to the people. To the barricades mes amis, it’s time for pitchforks and torches. Retire incumbents.
Congress may devise a bill that their constituents can endorse. They may not; we’ll see. It may be that no bill can solve the problem. The crooks and fools in Congress and on Wall Street may have delivered wounds too numerous to be healed by any prescription the doctors can concoct. We know we are in for tough times no matter what – everybody with any sense is assuring us of this. Will it be tougher without congressional action? We will never know the answer to that. But we do know that the capitalist system that has made ours the greatest, most prosperous and generous economy in all of human history will recover in time – it always has. If the government kills that amazingly successful system, replacing it with a socialist imposter we will find ourselves in the same position our European brethren enjoy – a position where the government takes most of the product of our labors and doles out what it thinks we need.
Let’s try this: Pelosi lied – bad bill died. Speaker Pelosi thought this crisis was not about Wall Street or Main Street (I’m so sick of hearing that phrase) – it was about Pennsylvania Avenue. To her it’s just all a big political game. When John Mc Cain was on his way to Washington to be involved in debate, which incidentally is what he gets paid to do, Nancy and her assistant, old man Harry, stepped out to announce that a deal had already been made – it was a lie. It was a lie that didn’t sit well with Republicans. Then she stood in front of the house and blamed this mess on the Republican administration – another lie. It was a lie that didn’t sit well with Republicans. She said she had 120 votes from her Democrat Party members to pass the bill – she lied. It was a lie that didn’t sit well with Republicans. Three strikes and you’re out.
Strike two was a close call. Bush does share the blame. He should have been a more insistent critic of the way Barney Frank and Chris Dodd didn’t adequately oversee their delinquent kids, Fannie and Freddy. He should have brought the matter to the direct attention of the American people the way Ronald Reagan would have done.
When the dust settled today the American people had taken the reigns of their government firmly in hand. They snatched the bit from the teeth of a runaway horse and said a firm “whoa” to a team that was about to send the wagon plunging over the precipice.
The main reason the bad bill failed is that Americans aren’t the stupid clods the Democrats and some Republicans think they are. They mostly haven’t had the disadvantage of going to Harvard or some other left wing indoctrination tank. They recognize socialism when they see it and they’d rather take their chances in a capitalist recession than socialist slavery. Power to the people. To the barricades mes amis, it’s time for pitchforks and torches. Retire incumbents.
Congress may devise a bill that their constituents can endorse. They may not; we’ll see. It may be that no bill can solve the problem. The crooks and fools in Congress and on Wall Street may have delivered wounds too numerous to be healed by any prescription the doctors can concoct. We know we are in for tough times no matter what – everybody with any sense is assuring us of this. Will it be tougher without congressional action? We will never know the answer to that. But we do know that the capitalist system that has made ours the greatest, most prosperous and generous economy in all of human history will recover in time – it always has. If the government kills that amazingly successful system, replacing it with a socialist imposter we will find ourselves in the same position our European brethren enjoy – a position where the government takes most of the product of our labors and doles out what it thinks we need.
Saturday, September 27, 2008
You're right John
After the debate my wife was trying to visualize the junior senator from Illinois sitting face to face with some world leader. It opened an interesting conversation. She could see the young fellow sitting across the table from Queen Elizabeth, saying “So how are things in the kingdom Lizzy?” Of course he would be on first name terms with Mahmoud – Mahmoud would even understand the meaning of Obama’s name. (Yes, I know Ahmadinejad’s native language isn’t Arab, but Pharsee, but any good Muslim knows enough Arab to understand Obama’s name.)
I have acted as interpreter for some people who don’t speak English – it isn’t easy. I’d hate to try to interpret for someone who uses “you know” for a semicolon and uses lots of semicolons. I always deducted points from students who used “you know” and “like” in their sentences. Yes, I realize they were using these phrases because they needed extra time to think about what they were about to say, it’s just that I expected them to come into class prepared to speak directly on the subject.
So, back to the neophyte phenom from the Chicago political machine. Will he sit across the table from Putin, Chavez, Castro, et. al. and say, “uh, ya know, Vlad, uh, we don’t actually approve of, uh, what, you know, uh, your troops, uh, are, uh, doing, you know, in Georgia?”
Now there is something Obama has said that I agree with, although I don’t see its pertinency in a political speech. I agree that Americans are woefully behind the rest of the world in their command of world languages. On the other hand, I’d like to hear Obama speak his own language with a bit more fluency. After all, he studied law at Harvard. Surely they taught him forensics. How would he do in a courtroom? “Uh, Sam (that’s the judge), you know, uh, I object, uh, to, uh, my learned, you know, opponent, uh, saying, uh, his client, uh, is innocent.”
My advice to Obama – stick to the script and get good scriptwriters, when you’re on your own you sound like a freshman.
I have acted as interpreter for some people who don’t speak English – it isn’t easy. I’d hate to try to interpret for someone who uses “you know” for a semicolon and uses lots of semicolons. I always deducted points from students who used “you know” and “like” in their sentences. Yes, I realize they were using these phrases because they needed extra time to think about what they were about to say, it’s just that I expected them to come into class prepared to speak directly on the subject.
So, back to the neophyte phenom from the Chicago political machine. Will he sit across the table from Putin, Chavez, Castro, et. al. and say, “uh, ya know, Vlad, uh, we don’t actually approve of, uh, what, you know, uh, your troops, uh, are, uh, doing, you know, in Georgia?”
Now there is something Obama has said that I agree with, although I don’t see its pertinency in a political speech. I agree that Americans are woefully behind the rest of the world in their command of world languages. On the other hand, I’d like to hear Obama speak his own language with a bit more fluency. After all, he studied law at Harvard. Surely they taught him forensics. How would he do in a courtroom? “Uh, Sam (that’s the judge), you know, uh, I object, uh, to, uh, my learned, you know, opponent, uh, saying, uh, his client, uh, is innocent.”
My advice to Obama – stick to the script and get good scriptwriters, when you’re on your own you sound like a freshman.
Friday, September 26, 2008
Politics on the Prairie
We’uns is enjoyin’ our retirement out here on Orwell Acres. It ain’t no retirement village like what they have down in Florida, it’s a hobby farm owned by our son and his wife where we have a house on one corner. I reckon I could make me a golf course on it if I was a mind to; which I ain’t – golf’s just a waste a good fishin’ weather.
We live in the midst o' that big meadow they call the Great Plains. Once they get the corn down we’ll be able to look out at our bedroom winder an' see the big windmill farm 'bout ten miles away. Big silver trees that look like the landscape of some star wars planet an' when we get a red sunset its kinda romantic lookin’. ‘Course at night we can’t see the windmills themselves, just the cluster a red lights that tell airplanes they’re there. Sure we got us airplanes out here, they scare the beejeebees outta the animals when they’re a-dustin’ off the crops in our neighbors’ fields. I swear one of ‘em dragged 'is landin’ gear ‘cross the barn roof one day while I was inside. Gave me the same sensation Chris Matthews had when he first heard Obama fling out one a his speeches.
We see big planes too, but they don’t look very big ‘cause they’re so far up there when they go by. We know they’re there mostly by the way they scribble up a perfectly clear blue sky with their dadburned con-trails. It occurred to me the other day that if they was to land one a them planes out in Mike’s hay field it would double the population of the county. But they won’t do it. We’re in what the smarty-pants in Noo Yawk an’ Sam Friscer calls “fly-over country.” Them smarty-pants would be eatin’ sewer rats if it wasn’t for this here fly-over country. When they smear their corn-based margarine on their whole wheat muffins they ought to thank the God they don’t believe in for these hard workin’ farmers in fly-over America. Even their tofu is made from the beans that are bein’ harvested down the road right now.
Folks ask me what population centers we live near. I reckon the international space station is about as close as any other – and nearly as populated. It’s twenty-five miles to the nearest traffic light and it’s just a part-timer. Changes from green t’ yeller t’ red durin’ the day (lotsa fun t’ set an’ look at on a slow day), but come nightfall it goes t’ just blinkin’ red. You can see her nearly ten miles off on a dark night ‘cause there ain’t no curves nor humps in the road t’ block your vision.
Bein’ a hillbilly I do get homesick for the mountain where we lived in Arkansas way long time back. When the nostalgia gets real bad I drive over t’ the high school where they have a ball diamond and walk out on the pitcher’s mound just t' have me somethin’ t’ climb. Y' sure can see a long way from up there.
After y' get t' the traffic light I was mentionin’; y’ must know – if y’ know anythin' atall ‘bout America – t'won’t be much further t' the Wal-Mart store. The wife has a thing ‘bout Wal-Mart. We even had to hunt one up when we were in Mexico City. Funny thing is, that one had signs in Spanish and English. Reckon do the people that live down there complain ‘bout the foreigners that don’t speak their language?
The wife used to have a sign over her desk at work that said, “if you don’t find me here and I’m not at home, I’ll be at Wal-Mart.” There was one day she’d gone out an' I needed t' get in touch with her. This was way back when we didn’t carry telephones in our pockets. I just called down t’ the Wal-Mart an’ gave the lady my wife’s description an’ asked had she seen ‘er. She said, “you must mean Shirley – I’ll call back to the craft department.” ‘Course that’s right where she was. She was so well known there she had her own parkin' space.
Fact is, she used t’ work at a Wal-Mart – back when we lived in a suburb of St. Louie. She was one a those that rang up the merchandise and took the money. That was way back before they taught the check-out counters t’ read an’ write, so she had t’ actually ring the stuff up her own self. Doncha wonder why a country that can teach machines t’ read an’ write can’t teach its kids?
I don’t want folks t’ think we’uns don’t have nothin’ t’ do here or that we’uns is disconnected from the rest o’ the world. Amongst all of us we put in a really big garden an’ we got a whole pantry full a canned food an’ the wife done made the most bodashus apple butter from the tree outside her studio winder an’ we got a big ol’ crabapple tree that my wife she made a load a jelly from it t’ smear on homemade biscuits – Oh my goodness that Jelly’s good.
Our son and me, we raise our own meat (WARNING! PETA folks may find the following discussion disturbing to their peace of mind – I sure hope so). We built us a goat pen over on the North side of the property – we call it ‘the studio.’ Our flock a Nannies we call ‘the view.’ ‘Course the alpha nanny – the one what bosses the rest of ‘em around, tol’ us her own name right off – said “Bah-bah-wah-wah” plain as day and all the rest of ‘em went t’ chantin’ in unison, “Bah-bah-wah-wah, Bah-bah-wah-wah.” So we knew she was gonna be the boss lady of the flock. She’s in the family way now and so is Whoopi – ol’ Slick Billy has a smug look on ‘is face.
Since she’s eatin’ for three (goats generally have twins) Bah-bah-wah-wah wants more than her share of the food and sometimes gets grouchy – soon's she catches ‘Lizabeth at the manger she’ll just lower her head and butt her away so she can have more – Whoopi, she does the same. Its real funny when there’s nannies at both ends a the manger an’ Bah-bah-wah-wah spends all her time runnin’ from one end t’other a-buttin’ them away but never gettin’ t’ eat ‘cause she’s ‘fraid one a them others is gonna get t’ eat. We humans could learn a lot from goats and I reckon we have.
We had one name of Rosie but she never had no kids so we ate her. Did y’all know that 70% of the meat eaten on this here warmin’ up globe is from goats?
Goats aren’t all we have here on Orwell Acres. There’s a big ol’ Holstein steer name of Porter. The grandkids named him that ‘cause they understand what he’s doin’ here. Not like kids in Phillydefya an’ Lost Angels that think hamburger comes from the back end of a McDonalds. These kids have seen hogs butchered an' deer dressed out. Theirs is not a ‘virtual’ world. Reckon Sary’s kids has seen moose an’ caribou skinned. I hear Polar bear tastes purty good, but for my own part I like a black bear roast with horseradish.
Porter is the most political of the animals on Orwell Acres. A feller can’t hardly walk where Porter’s been ‘thout gettin’ inta a bunch a political speeches – that’s what we call ‘em ‘cause y’ can’t tell when the kids might be a-listenin’. That two-tone calf makes more political speeches than Barack an’ Joe put t’gether – better ones too. It’s s’ bad I have t’ take off my boots ‘fore goin’ inta the house an’ I scrub ‘em often. I always scrub out my ears too after listenin’ t’ one or t’other a these here polytishuns.
Somebody asked if I wasn’t bothered by the smell. Well, I got used t’ the smell a the steel mills in Cleveland an’ the smell a the Orange Juice plant in Florida, I can get used t’ ol’ Porter. It’s the stink a them polytishuns I can’t get used to.
Lately we’ve made an investment in Freddie Mac an’ Fannie Mae. Freddie’s a barrow an’ Fanny’s a gilt. For you folks that think a gilt is some British bond it’s not. An’ for you folks that think the only British Bond is named James, a British treasury note is named after gilts. They’s pigs y’all, pigs – we’uns gonna be feedin’ at the Freddie Mac an’ Fanny Mae pork barrel jus’ like them high fallutin’ Harvard boys settin’ round in the senate blowin’ farts at one another. Last year’s hogs has nearly all 'scaped the freezer, one pork chop at a time. Don’t none a y’all let on ‘bout Freddie an’ Fanny t’ them PETA folks.
Oh Darn! Y’all pardon my language please. It’s ol’ Porter. Just like a polytishun, he’s done got over inta Fannie an’ Freddie’s pen an’s eatin’ up all their food. I got t’ go run ‘im out in the congress (that’s what we call the pasture) so he can live off the fat of the land and make lots more political speeches.
We live in the midst o' that big meadow they call the Great Plains. Once they get the corn down we’ll be able to look out at our bedroom winder an' see the big windmill farm 'bout ten miles away. Big silver trees that look like the landscape of some star wars planet an' when we get a red sunset its kinda romantic lookin’. ‘Course at night we can’t see the windmills themselves, just the cluster a red lights that tell airplanes they’re there. Sure we got us airplanes out here, they scare the beejeebees outta the animals when they’re a-dustin’ off the crops in our neighbors’ fields. I swear one of ‘em dragged 'is landin’ gear ‘cross the barn roof one day while I was inside. Gave me the same sensation Chris Matthews had when he first heard Obama fling out one a his speeches.
We see big planes too, but they don’t look very big ‘cause they’re so far up there when they go by. We know they’re there mostly by the way they scribble up a perfectly clear blue sky with their dadburned con-trails. It occurred to me the other day that if they was to land one a them planes out in Mike’s hay field it would double the population of the county. But they won’t do it. We’re in what the smarty-pants in Noo Yawk an’ Sam Friscer calls “fly-over country.” Them smarty-pants would be eatin’ sewer rats if it wasn’t for this here fly-over country. When they smear their corn-based margarine on their whole wheat muffins they ought to thank the God they don’t believe in for these hard workin’ farmers in fly-over America. Even their tofu is made from the beans that are bein’ harvested down the road right now.
Folks ask me what population centers we live near. I reckon the international space station is about as close as any other – and nearly as populated. It’s twenty-five miles to the nearest traffic light and it’s just a part-timer. Changes from green t’ yeller t’ red durin’ the day (lotsa fun t’ set an’ look at on a slow day), but come nightfall it goes t’ just blinkin’ red. You can see her nearly ten miles off on a dark night ‘cause there ain’t no curves nor humps in the road t’ block your vision.
Bein’ a hillbilly I do get homesick for the mountain where we lived in Arkansas way long time back. When the nostalgia gets real bad I drive over t’ the high school where they have a ball diamond and walk out on the pitcher’s mound just t' have me somethin’ t’ climb. Y' sure can see a long way from up there.
After y' get t' the traffic light I was mentionin’; y’ must know – if y’ know anythin' atall ‘bout America – t'won’t be much further t' the Wal-Mart store. The wife has a thing ‘bout Wal-Mart. We even had to hunt one up when we were in Mexico City. Funny thing is, that one had signs in Spanish and English. Reckon do the people that live down there complain ‘bout the foreigners that don’t speak their language?
The wife used to have a sign over her desk at work that said, “if you don’t find me here and I’m not at home, I’ll be at Wal-Mart.” There was one day she’d gone out an' I needed t' get in touch with her. This was way back when we didn’t carry telephones in our pockets. I just called down t’ the Wal-Mart an’ gave the lady my wife’s description an’ asked had she seen ‘er. She said, “you must mean Shirley – I’ll call back to the craft department.” ‘Course that’s right where she was. She was so well known there she had her own parkin' space.
Fact is, she used t’ work at a Wal-Mart – back when we lived in a suburb of St. Louie. She was one a those that rang up the merchandise and took the money. That was way back before they taught the check-out counters t’ read an’ write, so she had t’ actually ring the stuff up her own self. Doncha wonder why a country that can teach machines t’ read an’ write can’t teach its kids?
I don’t want folks t’ think we’uns don’t have nothin’ t’ do here or that we’uns is disconnected from the rest o’ the world. Amongst all of us we put in a really big garden an’ we got a whole pantry full a canned food an’ the wife done made the most bodashus apple butter from the tree outside her studio winder an’ we got a big ol’ crabapple tree that my wife she made a load a jelly from it t’ smear on homemade biscuits – Oh my goodness that Jelly’s good.
Our son and me, we raise our own meat (WARNING! PETA folks may find the following discussion disturbing to their peace of mind – I sure hope so). We built us a goat pen over on the North side of the property – we call it ‘the studio.’ Our flock a Nannies we call ‘the view.’ ‘Course the alpha nanny – the one what bosses the rest of ‘em around, tol’ us her own name right off – said “Bah-bah-wah-wah” plain as day and all the rest of ‘em went t’ chantin’ in unison, “Bah-bah-wah-wah, Bah-bah-wah-wah.” So we knew she was gonna be the boss lady of the flock. She’s in the family way now and so is Whoopi – ol’ Slick Billy has a smug look on ‘is face.
Since she’s eatin’ for three (goats generally have twins) Bah-bah-wah-wah wants more than her share of the food and sometimes gets grouchy – soon's she catches ‘Lizabeth at the manger she’ll just lower her head and butt her away so she can have more – Whoopi, she does the same. Its real funny when there’s nannies at both ends a the manger an’ Bah-bah-wah-wah spends all her time runnin’ from one end t’other a-buttin’ them away but never gettin’ t’ eat ‘cause she’s ‘fraid one a them others is gonna get t’ eat. We humans could learn a lot from goats and I reckon we have.
We had one name of Rosie but she never had no kids so we ate her. Did y’all know that 70% of the meat eaten on this here warmin’ up globe is from goats?
Goats aren’t all we have here on Orwell Acres. There’s a big ol’ Holstein steer name of Porter. The grandkids named him that ‘cause they understand what he’s doin’ here. Not like kids in Phillydefya an’ Lost Angels that think hamburger comes from the back end of a McDonalds. These kids have seen hogs butchered an' deer dressed out. Theirs is not a ‘virtual’ world. Reckon Sary’s kids has seen moose an’ caribou skinned. I hear Polar bear tastes purty good, but for my own part I like a black bear roast with horseradish.
Porter is the most political of the animals on Orwell Acres. A feller can’t hardly walk where Porter’s been ‘thout gettin’ inta a bunch a political speeches – that’s what we call ‘em ‘cause y’ can’t tell when the kids might be a-listenin’. That two-tone calf makes more political speeches than Barack an’ Joe put t’gether – better ones too. It’s s’ bad I have t’ take off my boots ‘fore goin’ inta the house an’ I scrub ‘em often. I always scrub out my ears too after listenin’ t’ one or t’other a these here polytishuns.
Somebody asked if I wasn’t bothered by the smell. Well, I got used t’ the smell a the steel mills in Cleveland an’ the smell a the Orange Juice plant in Florida, I can get used t’ ol’ Porter. It’s the stink a them polytishuns I can’t get used to.
Lately we’ve made an investment in Freddie Mac an’ Fannie Mae. Freddie’s a barrow an’ Fanny’s a gilt. For you folks that think a gilt is some British bond it’s not. An’ for you folks that think the only British Bond is named James, a British treasury note is named after gilts. They’s pigs y’all, pigs – we’uns gonna be feedin’ at the Freddie Mac an’ Fanny Mae pork barrel jus’ like them high fallutin’ Harvard boys settin’ round in the senate blowin’ farts at one another. Last year’s hogs has nearly all 'scaped the freezer, one pork chop at a time. Don’t none a y’all let on ‘bout Freddie an’ Fanny t’ them PETA folks.
Oh Darn! Y’all pardon my language please. It’s ol’ Porter. Just like a polytishun, he’s done got over inta Fannie an’ Freddie’s pen an’s eatin’ up all their food. I got t’ go run ‘im out in the congress (that’s what we call the pasture) so he can live off the fat of the land and make lots more political speeches.
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
GI John and the Hockey Mom
Barak Obama chose Joe Biden for his running mate and the pro-Obama media applauded – after all, Joe is Roman Catholic and that’s a voting block Obama needs. But wait a minute. Doesn’t the Roman Catholic Church teach against abortion? Aren’t they the leaders in the pro-life movement? Won’t Biden try to take away a woman’s right to kill her unborn baby? How about homosexual marriages? Doesn’t the Roman Catholic Church teach that homosexuality is sinful? Don’t they speak out against homosexual marriage? Won’t Joe stand in the way of a homosexual visiting his partner in the hospital?
Not to worry. Joe doesn’t believe what his church teaches. He may take communion in a Catholic Church but he doesn’t really believe any of these politically inconvenient teachings.
Well, what about Obama himself? Hasn’t he attended a Black Liberation Church for twenty years? Doesn’t his church teach that The United States is the USA of KKK? Doesn’t the pastor curse the United States from the pulpit? Don’t they despise white people and accuse the government of spreading A.I.D.S. among the black population? Won’t Obama have a racially divisive agenda? Isn’t he anti-American at heart?
Not to worry. Barry tells us he doesn’t believe what his church teaches. He may take communion in a radically racist church. He may even commit his children’s religious training to that church, but he doesn’t really believe any of its politically inconvenient teachings.
Well, what about Sarah Palin? Isn’t she an Evangelical Christian? Aren’t they the ones who, like Biden’s Catholic Church, teach that abortion is wrong and homosexuality is sinful? Surely, Palin just stops by the church to take communion, not to receive any religious instruction or inspiration – right?
Not to – oops – Sarah Palin actually believes what her church teaches, actually structures her life according to those teachings, even when it means undertaking a lifelong burden to preserve the life of a human being and even when the teachings are politically inconvenient.
There’s a word for people who claim a religion as their own, but neither believe nor practice what that religion stands for – the word is hypocrite. According to their fawning media surrogates Obama and Biden are good choices because they are hypocrites, Palin is a bad choice because she is sincere. Interesting set of moral values wouldn’t you say?
I want to elect a president with integrity and I want a Vice President who has integrity as well. I believe John Mc Cain to be a man of integrity – one who doesn’t attack old friends just because they have become rivals for a political office. He doesn’t say much about his religious faith but he has given us no reason to believe he is insincere about it. He is certainly sincere about the abortion issue. He speaks from only one face about that and about same sex marriage.
Sincerity should be a big issue in this election, especially for those who consider voting for Obama. He tells us where he stands on a number of issues and he assures us that he actually loves America. He has no record to back these statements; as a matter of fact the record should cause us to wonder about his love of America. But he gives us his word, assures us of his commitment and wants that to be enough for us. My question is this: if he is admittedly insincere about his religion, why should I believe he is sincere about his policies? Frankly I don’t.
As for Biden, he has told us that Obama is not ready to be president, now he says that he is. Was he sincere about the earlier statement? Is he sincere about his change of heart? If the man is not sincere about the religion in which he hopes to find salvation for his soul, why would I believe him sincere about mere politics? Frankly I don’t.
Maybe some Catholics are so shallow they will vote for Biden just because he’s Catholic, maybe some black people are so shallow they will vote for Obama because he’s black, maybe some women are so shallow they will vote for Palin just because she’s a woman, I will vote for her because of her sincere commitment to her principles, and I will vote for Mc Cain because of his proven integrity.
GI John and the Hockey Mom!
Not to worry. Joe doesn’t believe what his church teaches. He may take communion in a Catholic Church but he doesn’t really believe any of these politically inconvenient teachings.
Well, what about Obama himself? Hasn’t he attended a Black Liberation Church for twenty years? Doesn’t his church teach that The United States is the USA of KKK? Doesn’t the pastor curse the United States from the pulpit? Don’t they despise white people and accuse the government of spreading A.I.D.S. among the black population? Won’t Obama have a racially divisive agenda? Isn’t he anti-American at heart?
Not to worry. Barry tells us he doesn’t believe what his church teaches. He may take communion in a radically racist church. He may even commit his children’s religious training to that church, but he doesn’t really believe any of its politically inconvenient teachings.
Well, what about Sarah Palin? Isn’t she an Evangelical Christian? Aren’t they the ones who, like Biden’s Catholic Church, teach that abortion is wrong and homosexuality is sinful? Surely, Palin just stops by the church to take communion, not to receive any religious instruction or inspiration – right?
Not to – oops – Sarah Palin actually believes what her church teaches, actually structures her life according to those teachings, even when it means undertaking a lifelong burden to preserve the life of a human being and even when the teachings are politically inconvenient.
There’s a word for people who claim a religion as their own, but neither believe nor practice what that religion stands for – the word is hypocrite. According to their fawning media surrogates Obama and Biden are good choices because they are hypocrites, Palin is a bad choice because she is sincere. Interesting set of moral values wouldn’t you say?
I want to elect a president with integrity and I want a Vice President who has integrity as well. I believe John Mc Cain to be a man of integrity – one who doesn’t attack old friends just because they have become rivals for a political office. He doesn’t say much about his religious faith but he has given us no reason to believe he is insincere about it. He is certainly sincere about the abortion issue. He speaks from only one face about that and about same sex marriage.
Sincerity should be a big issue in this election, especially for those who consider voting for Obama. He tells us where he stands on a number of issues and he assures us that he actually loves America. He has no record to back these statements; as a matter of fact the record should cause us to wonder about his love of America. But he gives us his word, assures us of his commitment and wants that to be enough for us. My question is this: if he is admittedly insincere about his religion, why should I believe he is sincere about his policies? Frankly I don’t.
As for Biden, he has told us that Obama is not ready to be president, now he says that he is. Was he sincere about the earlier statement? Is he sincere about his change of heart? If the man is not sincere about the religion in which he hopes to find salvation for his soul, why would I believe him sincere about mere politics? Frankly I don’t.
Maybe some Catholics are so shallow they will vote for Biden just because he’s Catholic, maybe some black people are so shallow they will vote for Obama because he’s black, maybe some women are so shallow they will vote for Palin just because she’s a woman, I will vote for her because of her sincere commitment to her principles, and I will vote for Mc Cain because of his proven integrity.
GI John and the Hockey Mom!
Who I Am
The ol’ Hillbilly has seen sixteen of these presidential elections an’ the Good Lord bein’ willin’ he’s ‘bout t’ see number seventeen.
Obviously I’m not as old as Joe Biden, he remembers all the way back to 1929. Those memories allow him to correct all the revisionist history books that have been telling us that Herbert Hoover was president and television wasn’t yet invented.
However, I do remember Roosevelt. I don’t remember his re-election in 1944 although I was alive when it happened, what I do remember is what happened in 1945 – I remember it well and vividly.
My good old Hillbilly Daddy had set in to teach me to read in preparation for kindergarten. He wasn’t just teaching me ABCs, but to actually read words and simple sentences. My primer was the daily newspaper which he read avidly. I would stand close to him as he sat and read the evening paper. He would have me read as many of the words as possible, always teaching me new words and explaining their meanings (It wasn’t that hard – it was a liberal paper). But on the day I remember so clearly, he was teaching me politics, not reading.
Two parts of that event stand out in my memory, the picture on the front page and my father weeping. The picture was of the hearse that bore the body of Franklin Roosevelt, my father wept as he told me America had lost her greatest living person. We were dedicated Democrats in those days.
I well remember the election of 1948, after which the newspaper was greeted with glee rather than tears. Harry Truman had, against all pundital predictions, beaten Republican Thomas Dewey.
By the next election my parents had separated politically. Dad voted Stevenson, Mom voted for her cousin Dwight (she didn’t know she was distantly related to him). You can believe I remember the political discussions that year! Four years later it was the same story. By that time I was very interested in politics and I sided strongly with Dad.
But then came Kennedy. Mom voted Nixon, Dad stayed home, and I campaigned for Nixon.
In 1964 I was an ardent worker for Barry Goldwater. I even had an AuH2O64 sign over my desk at work. I remember a customer from Spain telling me Barry was “muy peligroso” – Europe never has liked Republicans.
In ’68 I voted without enthusiasm for Nixon – Dad said he was a crook and I half believed him, but after the debacles of Kennedy and Johnson, and the obvious radical tilt of the country, I chose Tricky Dick – it may be the only vote I regret. In ’72 there was no real choice – only the lunatic left voted for Mc Govern, but I almost went third party that time.
In ’76 I voted for Ford with confidence in his good judgment. We sure learned that the Georgia Peanut had none of that.
Finally, in ’80 the Republicans gave us a candidate we could be excited about. I voted Reagan twice (not in the same election of course – I’m not a Democrat).
In ’88, with misgivings I voted Bush. In ’92 I voted for him again but with enthusiasm. After all, I had lived in Arkansas knew about Clinton – almost moved to Hope myself, a nice little town where the folks raise good watermelons. But I didn’t get the job in Hope and thus my exile began as I moved to the frigid northland.
When Bill Clinton won the election I predicted to friends of mine that he would either be impeached or be run out of office before the end of his first term. Sorry, my timing was off and his skill at political survival was greater than I expected.
I was disappointed in 2000 when G.W. Bush was nominated. Yes, I voted for him, but what choice did I have? Gore lives in a science fiction world. Nevertheless, I wrote an article extremely critical of the intervention of the Supreme Court – I would have rather seen the constitutional process go forward, in spite of the confusion and uncertainty. I am not a Republican, I am a conservative.
I supported Bush’s attack on Afghanistan and strongly opposed the invasion of Iraq. In ’04 I informed all who would listen that I was voting third party. My Republican and conservative friends begged, pleaded, and even accused me of wasting my vote. I had to agree that Kerry was not to be trusted. Finally I yielded, held tightly to my nose and voted for Bush – huge mistake. I now have two votes I regret.
This year I refused to support either the Dem or the Republican. I am disgusted with what has been passed off as governance over the past four years. The executive branch has been so fixed on justifying and winning the Iraq war that they have let everything else go to ruin. The Democrats gloated their way back into control of the legislature and then took a two year rest from doing anything at all. Not that the Republicans showed any appreciable energy. So we have the present mess.
An aside – four years ago I predicted that this election would see the splintering of the two parties. I predicted that the parties would nominate the usual pair of inepts and that John Mc Cain and Joe Lieberman would run on an independent centrist ticket. I’d be real interested to know whether those gentlemen ever gave such a possibility any thought.
This year I have actively supported a third party candidate who I am still convinced is the best candidate – Alan Keyes. I voted for him in primaries years ago and would be totally delighted if he were elected. But I’m having déjà vu. It’s 1972 all over again. A radical very far out in left field Democrat wants us to entrust the future of our country and our grandkids to him and his terrorist friends. No way! No way, never! Alan forgive me. I can’t take the chance. I’ll vote, without enthusiasm, for John Mc Cain – a good and capable man, just a little too centrist for this conservative. I will vote with enthusiasm for the most real American person I have ever seen on a presidential ticket, Sarah Palin.
And I promise – here and now – I will not vote to send any incumbent, Republican or Democrat, back to congress. We do need change and we will get change, no matter who is elected we will get change. It may be good and it may be terrible, but we will get change. We need change in the legislature more than anyplace else in our government. Most Americans agree – just look at the approval ratings.
Obviously I’m not as old as Joe Biden, he remembers all the way back to 1929. Those memories allow him to correct all the revisionist history books that have been telling us that Herbert Hoover was president and television wasn’t yet invented.
However, I do remember Roosevelt. I don’t remember his re-election in 1944 although I was alive when it happened, what I do remember is what happened in 1945 – I remember it well and vividly.
My good old Hillbilly Daddy had set in to teach me to read in preparation for kindergarten. He wasn’t just teaching me ABCs, but to actually read words and simple sentences. My primer was the daily newspaper which he read avidly. I would stand close to him as he sat and read the evening paper. He would have me read as many of the words as possible, always teaching me new words and explaining their meanings (It wasn’t that hard – it was a liberal paper). But on the day I remember so clearly, he was teaching me politics, not reading.
Two parts of that event stand out in my memory, the picture on the front page and my father weeping. The picture was of the hearse that bore the body of Franklin Roosevelt, my father wept as he told me America had lost her greatest living person. We were dedicated Democrats in those days.
I well remember the election of 1948, after which the newspaper was greeted with glee rather than tears. Harry Truman had, against all pundital predictions, beaten Republican Thomas Dewey.
By the next election my parents had separated politically. Dad voted Stevenson, Mom voted for her cousin Dwight (she didn’t know she was distantly related to him). You can believe I remember the political discussions that year! Four years later it was the same story. By that time I was very interested in politics and I sided strongly with Dad.
But then came Kennedy. Mom voted Nixon, Dad stayed home, and I campaigned for Nixon.
In 1964 I was an ardent worker for Barry Goldwater. I even had an AuH2O64 sign over my desk at work. I remember a customer from Spain telling me Barry was “muy peligroso” – Europe never has liked Republicans.
In ’68 I voted without enthusiasm for Nixon – Dad said he was a crook and I half believed him, but after the debacles of Kennedy and Johnson, and the obvious radical tilt of the country, I chose Tricky Dick – it may be the only vote I regret. In ’72 there was no real choice – only the lunatic left voted for Mc Govern, but I almost went third party that time.
In ’76 I voted for Ford with confidence in his good judgment. We sure learned that the Georgia Peanut had none of that.
Finally, in ’80 the Republicans gave us a candidate we could be excited about. I voted Reagan twice (not in the same election of course – I’m not a Democrat).
In ’88, with misgivings I voted Bush. In ’92 I voted for him again but with enthusiasm. After all, I had lived in Arkansas knew about Clinton – almost moved to Hope myself, a nice little town where the folks raise good watermelons. But I didn’t get the job in Hope and thus my exile began as I moved to the frigid northland.
When Bill Clinton won the election I predicted to friends of mine that he would either be impeached or be run out of office before the end of his first term. Sorry, my timing was off and his skill at political survival was greater than I expected.
I was disappointed in 2000 when G.W. Bush was nominated. Yes, I voted for him, but what choice did I have? Gore lives in a science fiction world. Nevertheless, I wrote an article extremely critical of the intervention of the Supreme Court – I would have rather seen the constitutional process go forward, in spite of the confusion and uncertainty. I am not a Republican, I am a conservative.
I supported Bush’s attack on Afghanistan and strongly opposed the invasion of Iraq. In ’04 I informed all who would listen that I was voting third party. My Republican and conservative friends begged, pleaded, and even accused me of wasting my vote. I had to agree that Kerry was not to be trusted. Finally I yielded, held tightly to my nose and voted for Bush – huge mistake. I now have two votes I regret.
This year I refused to support either the Dem or the Republican. I am disgusted with what has been passed off as governance over the past four years. The executive branch has been so fixed on justifying and winning the Iraq war that they have let everything else go to ruin. The Democrats gloated their way back into control of the legislature and then took a two year rest from doing anything at all. Not that the Republicans showed any appreciable energy. So we have the present mess.
An aside – four years ago I predicted that this election would see the splintering of the two parties. I predicted that the parties would nominate the usual pair of inepts and that John Mc Cain and Joe Lieberman would run on an independent centrist ticket. I’d be real interested to know whether those gentlemen ever gave such a possibility any thought.
This year I have actively supported a third party candidate who I am still convinced is the best candidate – Alan Keyes. I voted for him in primaries years ago and would be totally delighted if he were elected. But I’m having déjà vu. It’s 1972 all over again. A radical very far out in left field Democrat wants us to entrust the future of our country and our grandkids to him and his terrorist friends. No way! No way, never! Alan forgive me. I can’t take the chance. I’ll vote, without enthusiasm, for John Mc Cain – a good and capable man, just a little too centrist for this conservative. I will vote with enthusiasm for the most real American person I have ever seen on a presidential ticket, Sarah Palin.
And I promise – here and now – I will not vote to send any incumbent, Republican or Democrat, back to congress. We do need change and we will get change, no matter who is elected we will get change. It may be good and it may be terrible, but we will get change. We need change in the legislature more than anyplace else in our government. Most Americans agree – just look at the approval ratings.
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
I Love America
I love America. I despise America’s enemies. I don’t hobnob with them, I don’t seek their approval or support, I don’t work with them on any project, no matter how worthy the project might be. I especially do not have anything in common with the enemies of my country who do now or ever have sought to overthrow her by means of terrorism. I hold all such terrorists in utter contempt. I mean all terrorists from Osama Bin Laden to William Ayers. I perceive no difference whatsoever between them except that one has been more successful than the other and one has performed his despicable acts more recently than the other.
Barack Obama says he loves America. I suppose that, in his way, he does. No doubt he loves the opportunities that living in this country has offered him. I am confident that he loves the freedoms he enjoys as a citizen of this country. I would suppose he loves the lifestyle he is afforded as a partaker in the affluence of American society. One would have to ask him for details, but I’m sure there are many other things he loves about America. I certainly do not question his love for these things about the country.
On the other hand, it is clear that he does not love America in the same way I do. He does not despise America’s enemies as I do. He does not hate terrorism as I do. He sought and received the help of William Ayers when he began his political career – I would never do that. He served Ayers as Chairman of the Board of the Ayers created Chicago Annenberg Challenge – no terrorist need ever ask for my assistance in any project. Obama served alongside Ayers on the board of the Woods Fund – I could not have stood the stink.
When he is asked about this relationship Obama justifies it by saying that Ayers committed his treacherous crimes when Obama was only six or seven years old. By that logic, he could embrace Joseph Stalin since that horrible dictator committed his atrocities before Obama was even born. But Obama tells us that Ayers is a ‘respected’ member of the community. ‘Respected’ because he is a professor of English at the University of Illinois at Chicago, and a comrade of Mayor Dailey and other Chicago politicians, both Democrat and Republican.
I grew up in a home, church, and school, where I was taught that a person of real character doesn’t just float downstream with the trash, but rather makes moral decisions independently of the opinions of the crowd. It is shameful that Chicago politicians and the university do not hate the enemies of America. It is shameful that they harbor in their bosom a family of terrorists who still hate the country they ought to love. It would be commendable if Obama had the character, the good judgment, the love of America, and the hatred for terrorism, which would separate him from so odious a person as Ayers, and from all who associate with him no matter their position or political power. Sadly, that is not the character of Senator Barack Obama.
On the other hand, no amount of torture could make John Mc Cain collaborate with the enemies of America. What Obama accepts for the sake of personal political advancement Mc Cain rejected at the cost of a broken body and near death. He endured the hatred of America manifested in the most unspeakable manner upon his own body for five long years while at that same time the scum called Ayers and his slimy wife were manifesting the same kind of hatred of America and all things decent in his homeland.
I love America. I loathe her enemies. I have nothing but contempt for the friends of her enemies. I don’t vote for them.
Barack Obama says he loves America. I suppose that, in his way, he does. No doubt he loves the opportunities that living in this country has offered him. I am confident that he loves the freedoms he enjoys as a citizen of this country. I would suppose he loves the lifestyle he is afforded as a partaker in the affluence of American society. One would have to ask him for details, but I’m sure there are many other things he loves about America. I certainly do not question his love for these things about the country.
On the other hand, it is clear that he does not love America in the same way I do. He does not despise America’s enemies as I do. He does not hate terrorism as I do. He sought and received the help of William Ayers when he began his political career – I would never do that. He served Ayers as Chairman of the Board of the Ayers created Chicago Annenberg Challenge – no terrorist need ever ask for my assistance in any project. Obama served alongside Ayers on the board of the Woods Fund – I could not have stood the stink.
When he is asked about this relationship Obama justifies it by saying that Ayers committed his treacherous crimes when Obama was only six or seven years old. By that logic, he could embrace Joseph Stalin since that horrible dictator committed his atrocities before Obama was even born. But Obama tells us that Ayers is a ‘respected’ member of the community. ‘Respected’ because he is a professor of English at the University of Illinois at Chicago, and a comrade of Mayor Dailey and other Chicago politicians, both Democrat and Republican.
I grew up in a home, church, and school, where I was taught that a person of real character doesn’t just float downstream with the trash, but rather makes moral decisions independently of the opinions of the crowd. It is shameful that Chicago politicians and the university do not hate the enemies of America. It is shameful that they harbor in their bosom a family of terrorists who still hate the country they ought to love. It would be commendable if Obama had the character, the good judgment, the love of America, and the hatred for terrorism, which would separate him from so odious a person as Ayers, and from all who associate with him no matter their position or political power. Sadly, that is not the character of Senator Barack Obama.
On the other hand, no amount of torture could make John Mc Cain collaborate with the enemies of America. What Obama accepts for the sake of personal political advancement Mc Cain rejected at the cost of a broken body and near death. He endured the hatred of America manifested in the most unspeakable manner upon his own body for five long years while at that same time the scum called Ayers and his slimy wife were manifesting the same kind of hatred of America and all things decent in his homeland.
I love America. I loathe her enemies. I have nothing but contempt for the friends of her enemies. I don’t vote for them.
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