Monday, August 31, 2009

A Message for Students

I just wanted to wish students across this great land a very happy and safe school year. Remember a few things:

  1. Despite what you may think, yes, we parents look forward to this time of year. We love you, but this is when OUR vacation begins!
  2. Don't be afraid to disagree (RESPECTFULLY) with those who want you to be good little brownshirts. We, as loving parents, will back you. Don't sell out your principles.
  3. When eating in the cafeteria, follow the "golden rule" of cafeteria food: If you can't identify it, don't eat it. Icky things are usually covered in gravy.
  4. Make friends with as many geeks as possible. They may be signing your paycheck one day.
  5. Self-esteem follows success, not the other way around. Strive for the top.
  6. Have a great year!

How Close to Communism Are We?

In the recent debate over socialized medicine, those of us who believe in liberty and the power of the free market system have been labeled "Communists" for speaking out against a massive power grab on the part of the government. But do we really understand what constitutes a Communist nation? I, for one, really didn't understand EXACTLY what that meant: until now. And it scares the crap out of me.

My perception of Communism was limited to my experiences growing up as a teenager in the 80's when the Soviet Union exemplified Communism. We knew that people waited for hours for bread and other basic necessities and that the media was controlled by the State. Little did I know that now, in my adult years, my beloved country is on the brink of becoming a symbol of everything the Founding Fathers abhorred.

In 1848, Karl Marx published The Communist Manifesto, which gave specific criteria outlining what Communism is and what it takes for a country to be considered Communist. The following is a list of what are considered the ten "planks" of Communism. As you read them, think about what we've seen transpire since January.

  1. Abolition of private property and the application of all rents of land to public purposes -- I'm no expert, but for some reason, the terms "zoning laws" and "eminent domain" come to mind.
  2. A heavy progressive or graduated income tax -- Remember this one on April 15. We are taxed on everything from vices to merely existing. What's that? There is no such tax? Oh, yes there is. It's called the per capita tax.
  3. Abolition of all rights of inheritance -- When a loved one passes and you inherit their property, you pay a tax on it despite the fact that the taxes on that property have already been paid. If you don't pay it, the government will take it. By making the "death tax" onerous, it could potentially ensure that the government gets the deceased's estate.
  4. Confiscation of the property of all emigrants and rebels -- This one could come down to interpretation of words. Who's to say that a "rebel" isn't one of us bloggers or the average American who doesn't agree with the government? And how many times has the IRS been used against political enemies? If necessary, Google "Billy Dale" or "Clinton Travelgate."
  5. Centralization of credit in the hands of the state, by means of a national bank with State capital and an exclusive monopoly -- The Federal Reserve is a PRIVATE banking entity regulated by the Federal Deposit Insurance Corporation (FDIC), another privately-owned entity. All local banks are members of the Fed system, which practices fractional reserve banking and sets the standards that the government follows like blind sheep.
  6. Centralization of the means of communication and transportation in the hands of the State -- One only has to look to the recent legislation introduced by Jay Rockefeller (D-WV) to know that control of communication is a real possibility. Couple that with the capitulation of the MSM and you've got state-run media. With regard to transportation, any trucker will tell you about all the restrictions placed on them depending upon the load. At the very least, there's the DOT. The government has taken complete control over who can drive and who can't through the licensing process. Sounds centralized to me!
  7. Extension of factories and instruments of production owned by the State, the bringing into cultivation of waste lands, and the improvement of the soil generally in accordance with a common plan -- Department of Agriculture regulations regarding what can and cannot be used in farming would, in my opinion, fall under this heading.
  8. Equal liability of all to labor. Establishment of industrial armies, especially for farming. -- Affirmative Action and Obamacorps, anyone? How many times have we heard the call from 1600 for America's youth to volunteer, especially in the "green" industry? And all Affirmative Action does is take away the right of an employer to hire the best of the best regardless of skin color. It's forced integration and reverse discrimination.
  9. Combination of agriculture with manufacturing industries, gradual abolition of the distinction between town and country, by a more equitable distribution of the population over the country. -- For now, we do have the Tenth Amendment to protect states from the federal government overreaching its powers. Without it, I'm almost certain this administration would have already erased state borders, creating one huge state. Population redistribution has already been done. A recent ruling in Federal Court dictates that Section 8 housing MUST be built in the predominantly affluent area of Westchester County, New York. Hope the Clintons enjoy living in the small microcosm of the world that they've wanted to create for years.
  10. Free education for all children in public schools. Abolition of children's factory labor in its present form. Combination of education with industrial production. -- Those of us who don't send our kids to private schools have no option other than government-run indoctrination centers. Homeschooling, you say? While parents have the option of homeschooling their most precious gifts from God, the government still has a hand in it. In most states, students are still required to take government-created standardized tests. And Heaven forbid we teach the kids of today about work. No wonder the vast majority have NO work ethic whatsoever and a complete disregard for any structure within a business. Half of them don't care about being on time or doing the very best job they can. Just ask anyone who has worked with them in the fast food industry as I have.
Now that you may have a more clear understanding of what Communism truly is, only one question remains: To what lengths will you go to to defend the sanctity of the principles put on paper by the Founders?

We now know our enemy, and he took office January 20, 2009.

Sunday, August 30, 2009

Guest Post from Ted Kennedy

My former fellow Americans:

As you may have already read, I've gone on to the afterlife after that damned brain cancer got the best of me. Not that there were a lot of healthy cells left for it to eat up, but...

My stay here in Hell has been interesting to say the least. Gotta say that I got a little nervous crossing the river Styx, but Charon assured me that if I fell in he'd dive in six or seven times to try and get me out.

Did you know that you get a welcome gift upon arrival in the Underworld? Yep. SPF 30,000 sunblock. Not that it makes a difference; it doesn't make you feel any cooler. It does, however, keep you from getting freckles. Healthy skin is beautiful skin.

I've made a few friends here. Me and this other guy named Ted hit it off right away. A real ladies' man he was. I think he spent time alone with 30 or more women back in the day. He was also a law student at one time. We've got so many common experiences to share! Nasty burn on his head, though. Must have been smoking around one of Dad's stills or something. I could've taught him proper conduct around alcohol. That stuff can be dangerous.

The food here isn't too bad. This weird dude named Jeffrey has me on his special diet. I don't know what his secret is, but it tastes just like chicken. He takes it right out of the freezer and onto the stove. No salt, no pepper, and no seasonings, but DAMN is it good!

I've already gotten to meet the head honcho here. What a jagoff! He thinks he's so big and bad. Little does he know that his stories pale in comparison to mine. And that's without the media hype. I mean, did he have his own dynasty of womanizers and crooks? I bet not. I'll show him how the game's played.

Did you know that this place is overrun with Muslims? Yeah. I was shocked, too, but they're EVERYWHERE. They keep me up all frickin' night bragging about how many infidels they killed and how many women they've stoned. Cocky bastards. Bet they never implemented programs that support the killing of MILLIONS of innocent lives like I have. Now THAT'S impressive!

I hope Chris Dodd doesn't decide to open a cafe that serves those special sandwiches we liked to enjoy together. I'll haunt him until the day he dies if I don't get some of the credit. What am I saying? You can't make a sandwich with only one slice of bread! He's not that bright anyway.

Well, it's time for me to sign off for now. Tell Barack and Mahmoud they can bunk with me when they get here.

Ted "Chappaquiddick Fats" Kennedy

Saturday, August 29, 2009

Why PA Needs a Republican Governor

I'm thanking the Good Lord above that we are in the final year of Ed Rendell's last term. Pennsylvania has always leaned to the left due to the population concentrations in Pittsburgh and Philadelphia, but Republican governors are not unheard of.

I was reading some polling data on RCP that shows Democrat Dan Onorato slightly ahead of Republican Tom Corbett (former State AG). Then I realized there is one reason this state needs a Republican governor: Mumia Abu-Jamal.

This piece of human excrement entered the world as Wesley Clark in April of 1954. He claims that he was given the name "Mumia" by a teacher during an African studies exercise in school and later adopted the surname "Abu-Jamal" (father of Jamal) after the birth of his son in 1971.

At the age of 15, he helped found the Philadelphia chapter of the Black Panthers in 1969 after he and three friends were beaten by white supremacists at a George Wallace rally they were protesting. Mumia successfully petitioned to have his former high school's name changed from Benjamin Franklin Senior High to Malcolm X High. Wouldn't want to honor a Founding Father now, would he? His alliance to black separatism and racism has never wavered throughout his life.

On December 9, 1981, Abu-Jamal shot and killed Philadelphia police officer Daniel Faulkner after being pulled over. Faulkner was able to shoot Mumia once, and, according to a prosecution witness at the hospital, Abu-Jamal was quoted as saying, "I shot the mother fucker, and I hope the mother fucker dies." The prosecution presented six different witnesses who testified that Mumia was indeed the killer. They couldn't all be wrong, could they? Common sense says the odds are staggering.

After a three-hour deliberation, the jury returned a unanimous guilty verdict, and Mumia Abu-Jamal was sentenced to death. He's still sitting on death row as I type this. He has been given 27 more years on this earth than the officer he killed and has continued to spread his hate-filled anti-white rhetoric on the taxpayer's dime. Amnesty International has come to the defense of this scumbag as have many high-profile celebrities such as Danny Glover, Susan Sarandon, Whoopi Goldberg, Nelson Mandela, and others. All claim that evidence was fabricated and stories have changed over the years. There are even reports that someone else since confessed to shooting Faulkner. Abu-Jamal has been made an honorary citizen of over 26 cities around the globe such as Paris (of course) and Copenhagen. Like the JFK assassination, the truth will probably never be known.

In April of this year, the SCOTUS upheld the murder conviction and, as of this writing, the prosecution is waiting to hear whether the death penalty will be part of that ruling. Damn straight it should! The rush was on to execute Timothy McVeigh (a white racist dirtbag), but let the state carry out the sentence on a black racist, and the howls from the left will echo into deep outer space. Does it make sense to anyone?

Amnesty International should thank their lucky stars that I won't be elected to the governor's office. Should that ever happen, I'll sign the damn death warrant five minutes after taking the oath. I would hope a Republican governor would do the same. The family of Daniel Faulkner deserves closure.

Stimulus Waste and Our Borders

Since Obamacare seems to be on life support (we hope), I've said in recent comments elsewhere that illegal immigration will be the next big issue to voice our opinions on. Let's face facts: We're slowly being invaded. Those who live along the southern border of this country and those of us who can read between the lines when Obama called us "demagogues" would probably agree with that statement. It isn't a military-style invasion, but the results would be the same as though the entire Mexican Army came fully armed across the Rio Grande.

When the $787 billion stimulus package was passed, Obama promised to put people back to work and jump start the economy. Since then, there have been millions in stimulus money lost to fraud, abuse, and pure stupidity.

Tom Coburn (R-OK) filed a report detailing wasteful projects that were funded by the American taxpayers when the stimulus bill was passed. I'll be doing a series on the top ten wasteful projects in other posts soon. Some you may have heard of, but some you may not.

Recently, according to Judicial Watch, a couple of news reports have surfaced with even more evidence of waste. Break out the barf bags, folks.

The first report found that approximately $1 million went to 4,000 jailed convicts. Among those receiving a $250 stimulus check were murderers and rapists who did not qualify for the check issued by the Social Security Administration. The SSA had also mailed out stimulus checks to approximately 10,000 DEAD people as well as fugitives and deported aliens. No wonder the program is broke! I've stated before that the closest thing to eternal life is a government program, and Social Security is a shining example of that. I guess Charon has upped his fee for crossing the river Styx and the cost of keeping your cellmate at bay has risen.

A separate report has also uncovered political influence being used in determining where stimulus money has gone with regards to our borders. Despite a promise of transparency, the report has stated that some of the border stimulus projects that have gone through DHS were done under a cloak of secrecy. Is anyone surprised?

Whitetail, Montana (population 71), has a checkpoint along the Canadian border that sees about three (3) travelers a day but will receive $15 million in stimulus funds to build a checkpoint station the size of a Hollywood mansion. How did this happen? Sens. Max Baucus (D-MT) and Jon Tester (D-MT) pressed Janet Napolitano for the money arguing that it would create jobs and improve infrastructure. Approximately $63,000 worth of goods passed through the checkpoint last year. The project was low on the priority list that DHS is supposed to submit every year of repairs that need to be made to checkpoints. The Obama administration has carried on a tradition started by George W. Bush of using subjective standards to bump certain projects ahead of others, and Whitetail falls under that category. Ah...the game of political prostitution at its finest.

Janet Napolitano's home state of Arizona is set to receive stimulus funds for the busy Nogales checkpoint though it was not a major priority on the DHS list. The price tag? $199 million. Five times more than any other checkpoint will get. JaNa bragged about lobbying to get the project moved ahead on the list while she was governor of Arizona during the Bush administration. Stimulus provided the money. But I'm SURE there were no political favors, right? I mean, it's not like it was used as a political payoff to take the DHS Secretary's post, eh? That would never happen under the most transparent administration in history!

Securing our borders HAS to become a priority. It's bad enough that we are fighting the enemies from within, but we really shouldn't have to battle those coming from across the borders illegally. Unfortunately, Washington has chosen political favor over the security of this great nation.

Oh...and the Laredo, Texas, checkpoint that serves more than 55,000 travelers and 4,200 trucks a day? Despite being a very high priority on the DHS list, it will receive not one penny of stimulus money for repairs. Hmmm... if Texas was a blue state...

Friday, August 28, 2009

I'm Back!!!

Okay. After a week of being mother-henned to the brink of insanity by Cheyenne (my 9-year-old daughter), I think I'm somewhat ready to dive right back into this blogging thing. I decided to warm up with the account of my experience on Monday. If that bores you, go read the frickin' HuffPo or DailyKos. If you truly love me, you'll continue reading. :-D

I was scheduled to have endometrial ablation done for excessive monthly bleeding, and was told to be at the outpatient surgical unit of the local hospital at 8:30 a.m. So far, so good. None of that having to be there at an ungodly hour crap. Of course, as with all surgery, I was to have nothing to eat or drink after midnight the night before (What am I? A gremlin?). This was the one morning my inconsiderate bastard of a husband decided to stop at McDonald's for breakfast for himself. Gee...thanks for eating your sausage egg McMuffin in front of me, asswipe. Anyway, I decided to make a restroom stop.

I did what I needed to do before heading out to the car and continuing what was going to be a long day. While washing my hands, a mom with two young kids decided she needed to go and left her spawn right outside her stall door. Well, the kids decided playing with the hand dryer was the activity of the moment. She yells out, "What did we discuss about wasting energy? It's bad for the earth!" Oh goody. Trapped with an environmental wacko in a McDonald's bathroom. Not a great start to the day. I should've seen it as an omen of things to come.

We get to the hospital and get registered. Not long after, I get called back into the pre-op holding area. The endless paperwork passed some time, but I was just anxious to get this over with. All I could keep thinking was "Hurry up! I don't want anymore periods!" They call the hubby back to wait until they took me up to the surgical floor. Had all of us who hadn't had anything since midnight been able to get up and beat him, we would've. He's walking over to my gurney sucking down a bladder-buster sized Diet Coke. Prick.

About 1 p.m., they call for me to be taken up to surgical. Yippee!!! One step closer to relief from a monthly hell. More paperwork and questions from the anesthesiologist. was time.

All I remember was seeing my doctor scrubbing in and making idle chatter before the lights went out. It was the sleep of the dead.

I awoke in post-op anesthesia feeling pretty groggy, but that was what I expected. I also expected some cramping, but never did I foresee what I got. The throes of childbirth were nothing compared to this pain, and I made sure every nurse in post-op knew it. The mad scramble for pain relief began.

An older nurse came over with two Vicodin and some ginger ale. Down the hatch. Five minutes later, she's asking me to rate my pain on a scale from 1 to 10. "Eight! It's fucking eight!" On to the next medication.

Into my IV went a dose of fentanyl. For those of you not familiar with this wonderful gift from God, it is an opiod 80 times more potent than morphine. Sweet relief came in seconds....and lasted for what seemed like 10 minutes. The pain started again. Pain rating? Still an 8. Dose #2 of fentanyl coming right up. This time, the nurse asks me to rate my pain shortly after giving me the second dose. Of course, at that time, I said "Five. Solid five." Then it wore off again. Back to writhing in pain until a third dose could be put in. Third time's a charm, right? WRONG! Stoned and in pain, I started to cry.

They decided to move me back down to the short stay unit (basically outpatient surgery) being that I was probably getting pretty hard to handle by the nurses in post-op. Excruciating pain tends to make me bitchy. The nurses in short stay decided to call in the big guns: Motrin. HAH!! With expletives still flying, they decide to get my doctor on the phone.

By this time, I'm dry heaving because there's nothing to throw up and the pain is unbearable. My husband, trying to do what he thought was going to be helpful, decided to stand next to my gurney and tell me to relax. "It can't be that bad." I did the only thing I knew to do at the time for such a stupid statement. I reached over, grabbed him by the twins, and squeezed as hard as I could while I gave them a slight twist. At least he understood the pain level I was at and knew not to open his piehole again.

The nurse came over and asked my pain level once again. "TEN," I replied. From that point on, I was in and out of consciousness from the pain. When I started passing out, that's when my doctor decided to keep me overnight for pain management. THANK GOD!!! At least someone was taking me seriously and cared enough to really do something about the pain. I will insist that my first grandchild be named after that man even if I get a granddaughter.

Up in my room, the wonderful world of pharmaceuticals awaited. I was given a cocktail of morphine and toradol, an amped up version of Motrin. This time, the relief stayed, and I slept as much as the vital checks and medication sessions allowed. The next morning, all was right with the world.

Thanks to everyone who kept me in their thoughts and prayers. I hope yinz realize that when we women are in agony, just please shut up! Ask my hubby; I really think he'd agree with that advice.

Guest Post from Dr. Dave

Here's a great post to start your weekend off right from the master of snark himself. Make sure you check out Dr. Dave's site.

Mahmoud’s “Trump” Letter to Obama

Intercepted en route from Tehran to the White House this very minute and decoded using the new instant record-hacking software (medical, personal, thought, and mind-control!) embedded in the Obama economic stimulus plan!

Dear Mr. b. Hussein Obama:

I just LOVE that your name is Muslim! It gives me great faith in knowing that, if the President of the United States can have a Muslim name, Allah is truly shining his grace and benevolence down on us!

Yes We Can!

You cannot imagine the great joy felt by the rest of the world (well, the civilized world, meaning the great Muslim nations…although I am a bit tired of picking sand out of my underpants) that, I believe, represents the faith (praise Allah!) that never before have we been closer to annihilating your capitalist dog ideals, opening up a new chance for utter domination by Islam (and with it, bringing widespread poverty, low income, and relatively no freedom to the West, especially for your fair-haired women…evil bi-atches they are…Clothe them! Clothe them!).

While I am not a jihadi, per se, I sympathize with our brothers -- your brothers -- in their struggle for freedom from the Zionist yoke and their self-preservation priorities. Imagine their audacity to put self above world economic instability. Truly evil. (We wouldn’t hurt a sand flea! It’s really all just a big joke. I promise!)

If our brothers in freedom have a goal of the fall of your liberty, then so it is mine.

I write because I understand from the semi-capitalist (actually quasi-socialist-nihilist-lost their way-we will engulf your country!) pigs in England (ah, but their press is always so much more on top of things than your cheering liberal minions, no?) that you intend to write me, hoping to open a path toward face-to-face talks.

I would like to trump your attempts. (I believe it was your words the other day -- “I won. I will trump you on that” -- when you were faced with legitimate political discourse with your spoken enemies -- but countrymen -- that could have resulted in compromise that benefited the American people, rather than your party and your socialist agenda. Yes, b. Hussein…I have great knowledge of the American political process, and you have a lot to learn about appearing too confident for your britches -- hmm…I do believe that is the first time that term, “britches,” has ever been uttered on Iranian soil. I must seek out the guidance of the Ayatollah Ali Khamenei on this terrible development. But, later….)

As I was saying, it is my turn to vote you off the island! Ha! I watch too many late night American TV shows. (I admit, I have DirecTV…don’t let it get out among my countrymen…they’d be a little bit pissed, most living in sand huts and all…but how else can I watch your brilliant Communist CNN…and your “thrill going up my leg” partisan Chris Matthews? Does American journalism not resemble Al-Jazeera these days, or what?)

I will meet you…but only on my terms…and my terms alone. And I won’t even ask for the apology that I’ve been blathering on about in your media! That’s just for show.

Here are my real demands:
  • I request a Big Wheel. And not the cheap friggin’ crappy kind you make today in China. I want a true-blue, 1970s, knuckle-scraping, knee-scaring run-with-the-neighbor’s car Big Wheel that your kids used to ride down hills the size of Mt. Hood, without parental supervision, before the great craze of protecting your children (from evil men like me, I admit) consumed your nation. And I want to ride it in San Francisco, down Lombard Street. And I want a Ben and Jerry’s ice cream cone, double scoop, when I reach the bottom (and you should have your gloriously efficient 911 standing by, just in case).
  • I want to go on Letterman. That stupid fool has been telling dumb “Top 10” jokes so long he now has guests do it for him. He can’t fart and be funny anymore. Surely you evil Americans know this?
  • I want to meet the girl selling her virginity on the Internet. She’s not worth $3.7 million, but I have that much under my thumbnail, so I can do my one charitable deed of the year…and probably win a few fans in America. Won’t that help “remake” your country, a foreign devil copulating with a whore for charity?
  • I want to play baseball with George Bush. I understand he thinks he can pitch. I’ve got a maple bat that says it will splinter on the first foul ball…now if I can only direct the shards towards the pitcher’s mound.
  • Last, I want…I want…I reallyreallyreallyreallyreally REALLY want to touch the button. You know what I’m talking about. We won’t have one here for another 6 months or so…but I just want to touch one. Now…Please??????
Yours, in jihad,

Mahmoud Ahmadinejad

Thursday, August 27, 2009

Guest Post from Left Coast Rebel

This is great stuff from Left Coast Rebel. He's got a wonderful way with words and is your all-around super guy.

9 Simple Truths - The House of Cards Crumbles

You cannot strengthen the weak by weakening the strong.
You cannot help small men by tearing down big men.
You cannot help the poor by destroying the rich.
You cannot lift the wage earner by pulling down the wage payer.
You cannot keep out of trouble by spending more than your income.
You cannot further the brotherhood of man by inciting class hatreds.
You cannot establish security on borrowed money.
You cannot build character and courage by taking away a man's initiative and independence.
You cannot help men permanently by doing for them what they could and should do for themselves

- William J.H. Boetcker, 1916, often attributed to Abraham Lincoln

How do these simples truths apply to America today? How do they destroy every single argument of the Statist/Progressive/Moral Relativist/Big-government Enabler of today? Sometimes as it seems, simplicity is the best policy, the best weapon in an intellectual arsenal. Where is the American leader to spread these simple Thatcherisms?

First point - You cannot strengthen the weak by weakening the strong. Simple. Down with the progressive tax-code that punishes achievement on a sliding scale. Down with the system in that the more wealth one creates (and benefits oneself and society as a whole), the higher percentage one is taxed. Down with an inherent, massive disincentive to the best and the brightest, the goose that lay the golden egg. Liberal religiosity 101, the most sacrosanct of all - the Marxian progressive tax code. The achiever class, the bane of the altruist, the tool for the cause.

Second point - You cannot help small men by tearing down big men. Much the same here as the first point. As is the case in taxation, so is the case with all members of the best and the brightest. The gutter mentality amidst us deplores a strong figure, male or not. We worship at the throne of depravity, of feeble and weak minded loonies. We give up our freedoms while worshipping at the throne of silver-tongued slave masters.

Third point - You cannot help the poor by destroying the rich. The Almighty holy grail ethos of the Leftwing. The evil 1%. The business man. The entrepreneur. The one that dares to work the most, the hardest, and be the brightest. The cigar-smoking boardrooms, packed with fat, sweaty, yellow toothed white guys plotting to take from the poor that which he has earned. The ethos of Robin Hood, to take from the rich that they have always unfairly gotten, to give to the downtrodden. And utopia is here!

Fourth point - You cannot lift the wage-earner by pulling down the wage-payer. Once again the simple concept of class-warfare, of breaking the simple commandment - "neither shall you covet your neighbor’s wife. Neither shall you desire your neighbor’s house, or field, or male or female slave, or ox, or donkey, or anything that belongs to your neighbor." We lay waste to our moral-compass by disregarding simple truths, religious commandments. America was once a God-fearing nation, we jettison notions and values at our peril. Care to draw a figure for me of the impoverished employed by the poor? Envy creates misery. Our own politics in the US prove this, there is an absolute moral component to every ill we face.

Fifth point - You cannot keep out of trouble by spending more than your income. The Federal government cannot encourage home ownership by arm-twisting bankers into loans without merit, by skewing the simple laws of economics at ever front. Our economy proves this. Our government cannot pull us out of our malaise by adding debt to future generations, by noosing their collective necks. Liabilities today from our beloved government, all entitlements included, are 100 trillion dollars. A mind-numbing figure that defies all sanity. The solution to this debt of morality and finance? The creation of more entitlement programs, thus nearly ensuring our doom. Our society cannot escape simple math, the Founders would believe us to be doomed by such idiocy and folly. Is it all a bad dream?

Sixth point - You cannot further the brotherhood of man by inciting class hatreds. Refer to points, 1-5.

Seventh point - You cannot establish security on borrowed money. The entire foundation of our government today comes crashing down on this truth. The 'Stimulus' bill, Socialized Medicine, Medicare, Medicaid, Social Insecurity, every dollar spent to bankrupt and rob future generations....empty promises from a broken government nearing the stage of insolvency from an addiction to debt. Echoes and whispers from American families at the dinner table all across the nation, "We can't run our household like that, why can Washington.....?" They can't and they put the most vibrant experiment in freedom in peril on a daily basis.

Eighth point - You cannot build character and courage by taking away a man's initiative and independence. "The power to tax is the power to destroy" - John Marshall 1819. You take an individual soul when you take his ability to earn a living for himself. You take an earnest reason to awake early with a purpose. You take his dignity. You take his struggle for a good life, for the American Dream. You take everything.

Ninth point - You cannot help men permanently by doing for them by doing what they could do and should do for themselves. The essence of Liberty and our Founding. The essence of our God-given abilities and unique character. The essence of the fight to save our nation from the cancer of the State. The essence of the Pursuit of Happiness. The essence of the freedom to succeed of fail. The essence of our fight today. The essence of We the People.

Wednesday, August 26, 2009

Guest Post from Bungalow Bill

This gem is from Bungalow Bill, the man responsible for unleashing my babble on the blogophere. His blog was the inspiration for me to start blogging, so he gets the blame for those of you who may not like what I have to say. He's great!

From Voting Against the Born Alive Infant Protection Act to End of Life Counseling: Obama's Disregard for Human Life

Barack Obama is going around the country saying it’s crazy that opponents of his healthcare plan says he wants to pull the plug on Grandma. But is it crazy?

As a former resident of Illinois, I watched Obama come upon the national scene. I watched how he bullied his opponents through the courts to basically run unopposed from the Illinois state Senate to the US Senate. It was in the Illinois state Senate that I watched Obama’s total disregard for human life before he had the chance to defend himself from pulling the plug accusations.

In Illinois, the very idea of protecting babies which survived abortions was debated on the floor of the state house. The Born Alive Infant Protection Act stopped the act of taking the life of a new born baby that survived an abortion by placing that baby in a portion of the hospital to die. It was Barack Obama who opposed the Born Alive Infant Protection Act. In fact he opposed it four times. He was the only state Senator to oppose the bill in Illinois.

This got virtually no national coverage during the election—but it did get a little. During the election, Obama asked about his voting record on the Born Alive Infant Protection Act. Obama lied about his vote. He later claimed he didn’t understand the bill on the floor. Obama’s campaign had to do the damage control by admitting that Obama did in fact vote against four times. For the rest of the campaign, Obama’s lie and his voting record was ignored.

Now he stands in front of Americans acting like he has a respect for life. I have to wonder if Obama voted against saving the life of a new born infant, does he really care about grandma and grandpa?

Obama has lied about votes in the past when it comes to voting on medial laws that protect life. He claimed he didn’t understand the bill he was voting on in Illinois. I look at the similarities of Obama’s current campaign to forever change healthcare in America and his votes in the Illinois Senate. We recently had the I don’t understand the bill moment when he admitted to a liberal blogger that he hadn’t read that portion of the bill. So basically, Obama is going around the country promising grandma will be okay while having this horrible track record towards respecting life and admitting he hasn’t read all the bill. Gee, considering Obama’s honesty, I’d be a little worried if I was grandma and grandpa right now. Especially when you mix Obama’s voting record with the long list of government failures like Social Security, which may be busted as early as 2011 now. Nationalized healthcare and the possibility of rationing is something I don’t even want to take a chance over to find out if Obama is being truthful.

Tuesday, August 25, 2009

Minor Surgery, Major Pain

Just a quick update to all my blogging friends and readers.

The surgery itself went very well, but the post-op pain was bad enough that I ended up spending last night in a room being awakened every few hours by nurses taking my vitals and giving me cocktails of morphine and toradol. Then they tell you to rest. Riiiiggghhhttt....
Today, I feel 10,000% better and am assigned to light duty for the rest of the week.

I'd like to thank everyone for your prayers and kind thoughts, and especially to all those who agreed to let me snag a guest post for the week. Yinz are really great people.

I'd also like to send a special thanks to the my super doctor, Dr. Roy Clark (No, he's not in practice with Buck Owens. lol). He's a blessing to the medical community. Thanks also to the staff at Westmoreland Regional Hospital, especially my nurses. While all the nurses were nice, Rosaria, Brandi, Karen, and Darlene were a cut above the rest. Truly angels in their field.

I'll continue to be in and out of here during the week, but please keep reading the awesome guest posts this week.

Much love to all,

Guest Post from Angel

Angel, blogger at Woman Honor Thyself, really does a great job at her site. While you read this, remember that these are the same kind of people BHO bowed to on his visit to Saudi Arabia.

Muslims Beating and Killing Women

Sunday, February 15th, 2009

Warning: Graphic Images.

BUFFALO, N.Y. - A suburban Buffalo man who founded a cable TV station to promote better understanding of Muslims in the U.S. has been arrested on charges he beheaded his wife.
Man arrested in wife’s beheading
Authorities say suspect is founder of cable TV network for Muslims

In other news………..

An Afghan diplomat was charged Friday with beating his wife “like a dog” for more than 15 hours in their Queens home, prosecutors said.

Mohammed Fagirad, 30, a vice consul at the Afghanistan Consulate, brutalized his wife inside their Flushing home from about 8:30 a.m. Wednesday until nearly midnight, Queens District Attorney Richard Brown said.
During the attack, Fagirad bit, slapped, choked and beat the 22-year-old woman with a belt, pushed her down a flight of stairs and sat on her chest, prosecutors said.

At one point, prosecutors said, Fagirad threw his wife up against a wall, held her there by the neck and then let her drop to the floor, where he beat her with a belt.
Afghan diplomat Mohammed Fagirad charged in all-day wife beating

Flat out misogynism?

Yea. It’s called IZLAM.

Here’s the Buffalo “mending fences” dude gettin an award from the terrorist org. CA-IR:

If he promises he’ll be a good lil Muzlim and never do it again, they’ll give him another plaque.
Mr. Congeniality, no doubt.

Oh no. Here we go trying to impose our culture on someone else, right?
How dare we.

Yup. Moderates all around us. Here’s some “moderate” Muzlim chicks:

Don’t ya jus feel your bigotry swelling when you read this stories?..I mean, who are we to say that be-heading chicks is wrong huh.

S’ok, though.. because the Koooooooooran condones wife beating.

Men are superior to women on account of the qualities with which God has gifted the one above the other, and on account of the outlay they make from their substance for them. Virtuous women are obedient, careful, during the husband’s absence, because God has of them been careful. But chide those for whose refractoriness you have cause to fear; remove them into beds apart, and scourge them: but if they are obedient to you, then seek not occasion against them: verily, Allllllllllllllllah is High, Great!”

Oh but make sure when you catch these slimeball savages in the act of terrorism, don’t get any water up their nose, or put any womens’ panties near their still attached heads….cuz the Libtards will be all over you like a virus.

These savages are now your next door neighbors friends.

I don’t know bout y’all but I jus love all this “bridge-building” between cultures.
I know.
Let’s have a “play-beheading” day in elementary schools today…You know Multi culturalism and all that good stuff.

And this guy freakazoid, founded a cable TV station to promote better understanding of Muslims in the U.S, then proceeded to chop his wife’s head off…. was trying to improve the image of Muzlims?
Ummm. Not so much.

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Monday, August 24, 2009

Guest Post from Amusing Bunni

With all the healthcare hoopla, I decided to post this great take on the whole situation from Amusing Bunni. She's a great gal with plenty to say. She also has a great squirrel army that you can view at her site.

A New View of ObamaCare

The More I read about this Psychotic Horror Story straight out of the mind of a madman.....aka Dr b hussein obama, the more nauseated I become.

I was monitoring my favorite bloggers and tweeters today while slaving away at work, and people were making excellent points. I won't name everyone who posted great updates, I don't want to leave anyone out. I was inspired.
Basically, just read your dashboards and blogrolls. Everyone who is a Patriotic, Thinking person has been burning up the Blogosphere today as new revelations come out. They are the best reporters out there, and I happy I found you all to keep informed.

I made a few tweets myself, on my secret alter-ego twitter name. The highlights of which were:

Horrifying Information on the Proposed HealthCare Bill. If Obugger has his way, good luck staying'll be a burden to the "system". Just go die somewhere already for the “common good”. There are "death with dignity schedules". The fascist government wants to make sure seniors know it is time to commit suicide, to SAVE THE SYSTEM MONEY.

On Page 16 of the over 1,000+ pages of mendacious medical nonsense...
aka H.R. Bill 3200, is a provision making individual private medical insurance ILLEGAL . That's right, no more private health insurance. Put yourself in the hands of Obama's minions. You know, those domestic terriorists and ACORN community agitators. I wouldn't let them within 500 miles of me! Plus the fact that this Dr. Mengela in training hasn't even bothered to read the Bill he want's to shove down our throats. Why care about what's in there? Just cram it through to get your Socialist agenda firmly in place. Who needs health care, they're all gonna die anyway! Might as well do it now and decrease the surplus population! (He makes Ebenzer Scrooge look like Mother Teresa).

In case You missed anything: The jug eared jag off, Odumbo, needs a brain and soul transplant, he doesn't know ANYTHING, just his fascist agenda! At least this time he actually admitted it!

So those are the highlights (LOWLIGHTS) of what I read & tweeted today. For the Latest Updates, you can always go directly to Drudge Report Now they're saying Obugger is whining that opponents are "hinting at scare tactics". Isn't that rich & the pot(head) calling the kettle black? Obama told NBC on Tuesday: “Doing nothing means that you’re going to lose what you have . . . Because on the current trajectory, your premiums are going to double again over the next five to 10 years.” Yeah, Right! At least we'll be alive and still have a country & hopefully a roof over our heads, you psychotic power-mad puke! He would know from "Scare Tactics" typical liberal twisting. He learned a lot at the marxist wells in Kenya, didn't he?

Ewwww, he is making me angrier by the minute, forget by the day!
So now, in order to lighten the collective mood, & to keep my head from exploding,
I will publish below some medical information from Obummers' Homeland.
Since he's an African Citizen, born & raised there, I'm sure he'll also be instituting these lovely medical care ideas into his fiasco of a Health Care Program. He'll probably hide them somewhere in an obscure sub-section - but that's why you have the Bunni - to bring them to light.

These are Straight from the Medical Workers Case Notes & Charts in his Mother (and Father) land. He'll be letting these geniuses come "practice" medicine here illegally in the USA, to displace even more American jobs.

Now I am publishing it here first. My Pithy Comments are in Purple.
You'll have an idea of what's in store for you soon. Read it and weep
(Or buy a medical care book and start practicing on your own).

Hospital records in Zimbabwe . (The trouble with English!)
Actual writings in Mpumalanga Hospital Register

1. The patient refused autopsy. (Did Michael Jackson Rise from the Dead already?)

2. The patient has no previous history of suicides. (That is, Until Obugger became pResident)

3. Patient has left white blood cells at another hospital. ( Uhhhhh, Yeah!)

4. Patient's medical history has been remarkably insignificant with only a 40 pound weight gain in the past three days. (Must have ate all the crap Barry's been dishing out)

5. She has no rigors or shaking chills, but her husband states she was very hot in bed last night. (That can't be MooBacca, they're talking about)

6. Patient has chest pain if she lies on her left side for over a year.

7. On the second day the knee was better, and on the third day it disappeared. (Oh, that we could say the same thing about Barry!)

8. The patient is tearful and crying constantly. She also appears to be depressed.
(I'm sure this malady started on November 5, 2008 - Mine Did!)

9. The patient has been depressed since she began seeing me in 1993. (Barry, is that when you showed your ugly mug to the patient?)

10. Discharge status: Alive but without my permission. (Of course, Obugger must give you HIS permission to live - that Egomaniac!)

11. Healthy appearing decrepit 69-year old male, mentally alert but forgetful.
(Hey, did Biden's chart show up there somewhere too?)

12. Patient had waffles for breakfast and anorexia for lunch.

13. She is numb from her toes down. (Obugger is numb from the NECK UP)

14. While in ER, she was examined, x-rated and sent home.

15. The skin was moist and dry.

16. Occasional, constant, infrequent headaches.

17. Patient was alert and unresponsive.

18. Rectal examination revealed a normal size thyroid
. (Bambi, please stand up)

19. She stated that she had been constipated for most of her life, until she got a divorce. (Hillary can dream)

20. I saw your patient today, who is still under our car for physical therapy. (Yeah, that will save time, just run them over on the way to the chicken shack).

21. Both breasts are equal and reactive to light and accommodation.

22. Examination of genitalia reveals that he is citrus sized. (Make that Pea sized, in bummer's case...that's why he over-compensates)

23. The lab test indicated abnormal lover function.

24. Skin: somewhat pale but present. (Again, Jacko, please go away already)!

25. The pelvic exam will be done later on the floor.

26. Large brown stool ambulating in the hall. (OBUMMER, please stay out of the hospital, you're too busy raping the Country).

27. Patient has two teenage children, but no other abnormalities. (I hate to pick on kids, but I feel for the two of their spawn, even the dog!)

Yes, I'm sure Dr. Obummer completed his residency over there! I wish He would have stayed there, perhaps he'll be returning soon...when he's IMPEACHED!

Sunday, August 23, 2009

Hope Yinz Like

I've decided to go light on the posting today as I have about a million things to do around the house. I'm having MINOR surgery tomorrow, and if I don't get things done here, the rest of the family will sure as hell not do them. No worries, dear readers...I've got an excellent doctor and should be functional by week's end.

All this week, I'll be having guest posts from some of our favorite bloggers. Who knows? I may even drop in for a comment or two.

That being said, I'm going to post some of my favorite video clips. I've narrowed it down to five that, for one reason or another, are ones I can watch over and over again. Enjoy!

#5: Drunk Monkeys

#4 Price is Right

#3 Bear on Trampoline

#2 Archie Bunker on Democrats

And my favorite video clip of all time.....

The Immaculate Reception

I'll be back soon! Take care, everyone; you'll be in my thoughts.

Saturday, August 22, 2009

Florida City to City Workers: HYGIENE!!!

Brooksville, Florida, has just issued a dress code for their city workers. Being required in the new dress code are such basics as deodorant and underwear. Why should this even be an issue? Has society broken down so far that simple issues such as hygiene have to be legislated on some level because no one cares anymore?

I lived for a couple of years in a town called Zephyrhills that lies between Tampa and Brooksville. The population in that area is made up of many diverse socio-economic classes. While there are subdivisions filled with those doing quite well, there are those small towns that are predominantly made up of migrant workers. I'm waiting to see if La Raza slams this new dress code in Brooksville as racist and intolerant.

Also included in the new dress code are bans on exposed underwear, clothing with foul language, sexually provocative clothing, and body piercings anywhere but on the ears. Sounds reasonable to me. If you want to look like a human pin cushion at work, get a job at Spencer's or Hot Topic. And the exposed underwear issue? It's about frickin' time someone make these people PULL THEIR PANTS UP!!! Noah has pushed the limits with me on exposing his underwear, and every time, I ask him, "What's your bellybutton for?" He knows that I mean to put his waistband of his shorts or pants there. Hell hath no fury like Mom being ignored, so he complies.

The only dissenting vote in the 4-1 city council decision came from Brooksville mayor Joe Bernadini. He says that the underwear ruling "takes away freedom of choice." NO IT DOESN'T, JOE!!! City workers have a choice: Follow the rules or find another job. You are a mushhead, Mr. Bernadini.

Cities who want to attract potential residents should realize that people don't want to see their tax dollars going to city workers who have no sense of basic societal decorum. What these workers do on their own time is one thing, but when you're on my dime, follow the rules!!!

Now if they all looked like this, I might think differently.

Living With Autism: Hope

This article from really hit home as my younger son is a teenager living with autism. It's hard enough being a "normal" teenager in today's world; these brave kids face even bigger challenges. The article is long, but very much well worth the read, especially if you know anyone dealing with autistic teenagers.

Autistic teens master social cues, find friends

Thirteen-year-old Andrea Levy ticked off a mental list of rules to follow when her guest arrived: Greet her at the door. Introduce her to the family. Offer a cold drink.

Above all, make her feel welcome by letting her choose what to do.

"Do you want to make pizza now or do you want to make it later?" the lanky, raven-haired teen rehearsed in the kitchen, as her mother spread out dough and toppings.

This was a pivotal moment for Andrea, a girl who invited just one acquaintance to her bat mitzvah.

Andrea has autism, and socializing doesn't come naturally. For the past several weeks, she's gone to classes that teach the delicate ins and outs of making friends _ an Emily Post rules of etiquette for autistic teens.

For Andrea, this pizza date is the ultimate test.

The bell rings. The door opens. Can she remember what she needs to do?

More important, will she make a friend?

Even for socially adept kids, the teen years, full of angst and peer pressure, can be a challenge. It's an especially difficult time for kids with autism spectrum disorders, a catchall term for a range of poorly understood brain conditions _ from the milder Asperger's syndrome to more severe autism marked by lack of eye contact, poor communication and repetitive behavior such as head-banging.

An estimated 1 in 150 American children has some form of autism. There's no known cure. Some research suggests autistic kids who get help early can overcome some of their deficits. But the social skills they learn as a toddler may not be so useful to a teen.

"A lot of our kids need a tune-up. They need new skills to help them survive in their new social world," said clinical psychologist Elizabeth Laugeson of the University of California, Los Angeles, who runs a 3 1/2-month friendship program for high-functioning autistic teens like Andrea.

Growing up, Andrea hardly had friends at all. They either moved away or grew tired by her inability to emotionally connect.

When she was 18 months old, her parents noticed something was amiss. Instead of babbling, she would cry or scream to get attention. She had no desire to play, even with her older brother.

Some doctors said not to worry; others thought she had a speech impairment.

None of the answers made sense to Andrea's parents until two medical experts, including a pediatrician who specialized in developmental disorders, diagnosed her as autistic.

The family soon enrolled Andrea in special play therapy.

"We try and help her make friends, but she's always a step behind her peers," said her mother, Gina Levy.

In some respects, Andrea is a typical teenage girl who is crazed about celebrity gossip magazines, romance novels, drama and chorus. But she can be withdrawn and doesn't always get the subtleties of body language and other nonverbal signs.

Whenever she gets stuck in a conversation, she tends to stare, making people around her uncomfortable. She doesn't mean to be impolite _ it's just her way of watching and learning.

"I know I'm weird and I know I'm not normal," said Andrea, who looks like a young Anne Hathaway with braces. "I've always known I'm not normal."

Andrea found company from nine other high-functioning autistic teens who enrolled in a 14-week friendship boot camp earlier this year. More than 100 teens have graduated from the UCLA Program for the Education and Enrichment of Relational Skills, or PEERS for short, which costs $100 a session and is covered by many insurers.

Unlike other autism interventions, parents also must participate. They learn to become social coaches for their children so that their new skills can be retained when the program is over.

Every week, Laugeson, a peppy clinical psychologist known as "Dr. Liz," leads the students through a maze of social survival skills: how to have a two-way conversation, how to trade information to find common interests, how to gracefully enter a conversation and how to be a good host. In class, the teens role-play with one another and also must practice what they've learned outside of class in weekly homework assignments.

Laugeson peppers the lessons with friendly reminders about proper etiquette:

"Don't be a conversation hog."

"Give a cover story for why you are calling."

"Don't be an interviewer."

"Say you're sorry when you make someone angry, sad or upset."

"You need to trade information at least 50 percent of the time during the get-togethers."

Earlier this year, Laugeson published a study in the Journal of Autism and Developmental Disorders on how the parent-involved training has worked so far. In a study of 33 autistic teens, those who went through the program had more friends come to their houses than those who did not.

"There isn't much research on social group training that incorporates parents. That's a key factor for success," said Barbara Becker-Cottrill, who heads the West Virginia Autism Training Center at Marshall University. She has no connection with PEERS, but has reviewed Laugeson's research. "Parents are children's first and probably best teachers."

Despite the gains, Laugeson said the program is not a cure-all. Parents know this and don't expect their children to blossom into social butterflies overnight.

Andrea's mother has two goals: "I hope she becomes a better conversationalist and feels more comfortable around her peers."

Andrea's journey through an unfamiliar social world has been filled with some stumbles.

During a role-playing exercise, she was paired with a classmate to talk about their favorite book. Andrea was so eager to share her love of "Gone with the Wind" that she lapsed into a two-minute monologue about the plot. A counselor stepped in and reminded her not to be a "conversation hog."

One of Andrea's early attempts to inject herself into an existing conversation revealed some awkwardness. As a group of classmates chatted away about an animated movie, Andrea stood aloof, avoiding eye contact and unsure of what to do. Laugeson pulled her aside, advised her to listen and find a pause.

By the time Andrea rejoined the group, the discussion had switched to macadamia nuts. Andrea saw an opening and chimed in: "Well, I've tried macadamia nuts and they're pretty good. When I was little, I would eat a lot."

As time went on, Andrea's confidence improved. Through practice, she has let go of her tendency to be an interviewer during phone calls. On her own, she came up with the idea of asking the kids who were signing her yearbook to jot down their phone numbers too, a ploy that won her praise from the counselors and gave her a pool of potential friends to call.

Other teens in the class also progressed, but at a slower pace.

A fellow 13-year-old, Elias Cazares Jr., was diagnosed with autism two years ago. He displays more outward signs of the disorder _ rocking back and forth, constantly blinking, fidgeting with his face. Elias is obsessed with video games and talks of nothing else.

Unlike Andrea who got therapy growing up, this is the first time Elias has had professional help.

At times the pressure is too much. One day after class, Elias had a meltdown and refused to do the following week's homework _ calling someone outside of the group. Elias confided to Laugeson that he was teased at school and did not want to befriend the bullies. She calmed him down and said he could dial a cousin instead.

Despite the struggles, Elias' father is proud of the small steps he's taken: He recently called his neighbor to schedule a get-together. He also started making small talk with a younger kid in his hip-hop class, but he's been too afraid to ask for his phone number.

"What I want for him is a more normal life, to have at least one or two friends," said Elias Cazares Sr.

As the teens hone their bonding skills, parents gather separately for their own lesson.

UCLA postdoctoral fellow Alex Gantman, "Dr. Alex," runs the parent session. It is a chance for them to talk about their kids' problems and progress and for Gantman to give pointers on helping the teens navigate their social surroundings.

One hard truth to face: There's a 50-50 chance that a kid will be rejected by peers, Gantman said, and it's OK to let them know that.

He points out that follow-up phone calls are critical in a budding friendship.

"Teens move on really quickly. Somebody else gets their attention and boom, they're gone unless you really develop a strong friendship bond," he said.

Gantman is working to expand the training to young autistic adults. They often struggle with dating skills as portrayed in the summer romance movie, "Adam," about a young man with Asperger's who falls in love with his neighbor.

The PEERS program deals only with friendships, and teens must use the skills they learn in class in the real world. As part of their homework during the last month of the training, they had to play host to potential friends outside of the group.

Andrea invited over a fellow drama classmate with something in common. Both had a digestive problem that meant they couldn't eat foods containing wheat. So the two girls were going to make a gluten-free pizza.

Before the guest arrived, Andrea, dressed in a denim skirt and blouse, went over the steps of being a good host. The door bell buzzed. Her ponytailed guest was five minutes early and wearing a shy smile.

After exchanging pleasantries, the two gathered in the kitchen. Andrea got off to a slow start, standing at times with her arms crossed in front while her mother chatted away.

Then, she remembered her hosting duties and asked if the classmate wanted to add the pizza toppings first.

The guest deferred. "You can go first."

Andrea demonstrated: "So you put a little bit of sauce ... and sprinkle on the cheese."

"Perfect," the classmate replied.

After pizza, Andrea, with some prompting from her mother, asked what to do next.

The guest was indifferent so the two migrated to Andrea's room to watch a movie. After they got bored, they headed to the living room to play video games where Andrea got a chance to practice good sportsmanship.

Despite beating her guest in almost every round, Andrea threw out words of praise: "Good job" and "Come on. You can do this."

"You did well," Andrea said after winning the last round.

The two haven't hung out since the culinary experience. It's been an up-and-down time. But Andrea managed to have four get-togethers with a girl she met in chorus. And she's felt those familiar teen pangs of loss when she was stood up by another girl.

The older, wiser Andrea shook it off. She focused on a new set of possible friends she met while awaiting her turn to dive at the local swimming pool.

After overhearing that her schoolmates were on Facebook, she persuaded her mother to let her create a profile. She sent out "a gazillion friend requests" hoping a few will bite.

She has 33 friends and counting.

Friday, August 21, 2009

Separated at Birth? Episode 3

Since Cindy Sheehan's name has reared it's ugly connotations again, I found this little cutsie from Boortz.

Sickos in Section 8

Let's face facts: Government subsidized housing developments aren't exactly a shining example of government success. I take that back. They succeeded in partially destroying the idea of personal responsibility and creating unsafe urban war zones.

A recent HUD investigation has found that thousands of lifetime registered sex offenders are living with family in Section 8 housing in clear violation of the law. Of course they are. They have no regard for the lives of other human beings, so why would they care about a silly law? What a bunch of dirtbags!!!

A ban concerning subsidized housing for the most serious sex offenders was instituted after a 1997 case when a convicted sex offender was charged with assaulting and molesting a 9-year-old neighbor girl who lived in the same public housing building. That sick rat bastard should thank the Good Lord above that I wasn't his neighbor. These scum have no place in society.

Part of the reason these turds of society have gotten away with it is because HUD doesn't require housing administrators to ask if any residents fall under the lifetime registration requirement. All of this information was uncovered during a probe by the inspector general for HUD. I forgot...we wouldn't want to violate their right to privacy, eh? Their sick personal desires trump the safety of the innocents they prey on in today's society. What an upside-down view the left has put in place.

Those who target the innocent and helpless to get their jollies have NO business breathing air let alone roaming the streets. The safety of the American public has been exchanged for the "right" of a pervert to be free. My opinion? The minute they start to satisfy their twisted fantasies, they surrender their rights. Period.

Now that HUD knows about this situation, what are they going to do about it? Give them a stern warning? Allow them to relocate to another state where no one is required to check their background so they can continue to suck off the public teat? I'd love to know.

Mark my words: Should any of these scum EVER consider targeting my kids, someone better tell the coroner to bring a body bag. That is, if they can find the remains.

Fathima Bary: Potential Martyr?

Today at 3:15 p.m. Eastern, a court in Orlando, Florida, will decide whether a 17-year-old runaway in foster care will be returned to her parents. Her reason for running away? She converted to Christianity, and she fears that her Muslim family will carry out a so-called "honor killing."

Fathima Rifqa Bary, 17, an honor student and cheerleader, converted to Christianity four years ago through interactions with classmates at school, and hid her faith from her family until last month. Her family has petitioned to have her returned to Columbus, Ohio, where she faces very real danger.


Atlas Shrugs' Pamela Geller has followed Bary's case closely, reporting that the girl's friends accompanied her to the school counselor after they noticed bruises covering her arms and legs that allegedly resulted from beatings by her father and brother.

"The middle school, in a serious dereliction of duty, did not report these beatings to child welfare services," Geller reported. "Beatings were random, violent, unprovoked. Take, for example, when Rifqa and her father Mohamed were driving in the car. He would force her to wear the hijab (head covering), which she hated. In her discomfort she would slouch down, embarrassed, and her father would haul off and sock her in the face so that she never forgot to sit up straight in her costume. The beatings were regular and so much a part of the landscape of Rifqa's life, she became inured to them …"

Fathima, who is of Sri Lankan descent, hitchhiked her way to a bus station and ran away from home on July 19 fearing for her life. She was placed in foster care in Florida, and today, a jurisdictional hearing will be held to determine whether the case will be heard in Florida or Ohio. Some legal analysts have said that she will most likely be returned to her family in Ohio as there is no emancipation law there. Such a law exists in Florida, however, but it requires parental consent.

Bary warned that if she is forced to return to her family in Ohio, she will die "within a week."

Click here to read more about this brave young woman who could be a martyr for her faith.

I would hope that the juvenile court in Orlando upholds Fathima's right to LIFE, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. Should they side with her family, they are just as culpable in her death if her family goes through with carrying out punishment for disgracing Islam under Sharia law.

Please pray that the courts do the right thing in protecting this girl from the horrors of "The Religion of Peace." I know I will be.

Thursday, August 20, 2009

Murtha Was Warned!!!

As many of you know, I've vowed to do everything I can to see that John Murtha loses his job next year. The man is a disgrace to not only the Commonwealth of Pennsylvania (I HATE the word "commonwealth!"), but to decent human beings in general.

I found a blog called Conservative Common Sense, and clicked on it. It's the official blog of Tim Burns, the conservative businessman challenging the man who defines the word corruption.

PLEASE stop and read Tim's blog. I promise you won't be disappointed!

MSNBC: Oops!!!

American Thinker has an article today that shows just how blatantly dishonest MSNBC (Mainstream Snarky Nutjob Barack Channel) is in their coverage of law-abiding citizens exercising their rights under the Second Amendment at some town hall meetings. Watch this:

And here's the picture of that gun toting white racist:

Just a bit of FYI for the dope in the middle of the panel on the video. He mentioned "Squeaky" Fromme and Mark was JOHN Hinckley who tried to assassinate Reagan. Get your facts straight, you twerp!

Disappointment and Dreams Realized

As I posted yesterday, I took two out of three cherubs to Steelers training camp. While I was probably more excited than they were, the realization of the world that comes with adulthood hit me like a ton of bricks. I thought the magic was gone.

Our experience started off great. Though it was a little too humid for my taste, the weather was cooperating. We walked from the parking area behind the dorms on the hill that overlook Chuck Noll Field. Each step heightened our excitement.

The Steelers have a very family-oriented type of training camp. They have what is called The Steeler Experience, and, free of charge, kids can enjoy activities ranging from testing your throwing accuracy to jumping on the inflatable moonwalk. Airbrush tattoos, seeing an exact replica of a locker room space, and having your picture taken behind a life-size Steelers uniform are also some of the things available.

Before going to The Steeler Experience, we happened upon the autograph waiting area. Players normally wait until after practice to sign autographs, and it isn't mandatory they do so. First autograph: Steely McBeam, the Steelers' mascot. Not exactly the autograph I was looking for, but Cheyenne (my 9-year-old daughter) REALLY got into the mojo of training camp right away. Following closely behind Steely was FS Ryan Clark (#25). He was absolutely wonderful about an autograph. Of course, I always had my kids thank them. Ryan signed A LOT of autographs in the time he had leading up to practice.

We headed over to The Steeler Experience to appease the little diva. Much to my surprise, Noah (my 14-year-old) was starting to realize the magic. He relished testing his football skills, and even helped Cheyenne work on hers. My first thought? These aren't the same children I came with. There was no bickering, no snide remarks, and I could almost hear "Kumbaya" playing. Nothing but peace and love.

Our next stop was to the merchandise store. Noah wanted (are you ready for this?) a foam finger. Not wanting to discourage his budding interest in the experience of training camp, I agreed. Then, he wanted to get one for Cheyenne. Okay. Next, Daddy, Grandma, and Pap all needed SOMETHING Steelers. Thinking of others...this is good. Okay. I spent a small fortune before we left the store. Of course, Mommy needed a new Steeler purse... (only my 4th one; yes, they're all different). Back to camp.

Along the way, we ran into Steely again [I swear he's like herpes; you never get rid of him.], and Cheyenne asked for a picture with Steely and her brother. Picture taken despite a miniscule amount of protesting from Noah because he was afraid of looking "uncool."

The whole time, I'm snapping pictures. Then, it was time. The players were about to exit the athletic building and walk to the field. We jockeyed for position to get a good view of the players as they descended the steps leading to the field. Using a complex mathematical formula to calculate the slope of the hill, the position of the sun, and wind speed [Not really; just sounded good.], we found our place. It was perfect.

The players made the walk to the practice field amidst cheers and applause. At some time during this, the magic started. Noah said not one word; he was in awe. Cheyenne cheered and clapped, but she was holding something back. When Ben Roethlisberger came into view, she went wild. Yes, it was a clean kiddie version of "Girls Gone Wild." No longer containing her excitement, she screamed, "I love you, Ben!" Priceless. Dream number one realized.

About an hour and a half before practice was to end, we decided to stake our claim on a position against the fence to await post-practice autograph hounding while the skies darkened. Anyone who has been to training camp knows that you don't wait until practice is over before getting your spot because you won't get one. This is when my dream of the perfect day started to disappear.

It will never cease to amaze me the grown men who will shove a kid out of the way just to have their football signed so they can sell it on ebay. Un-frickin'-real. This massive, smelly, turd of a piece of white trash decided he was going to stand next to Cheyenne and first. Slowly but surely, Cheyenne got squeezed out from against the fence. She came to me half-crying. The prick acted like he was an expert, correcting comments from people around him having conversations with each other. Then, he had the BALLS to ask me for a cig. Being nice and thinking if I could lure him away Cheyenne could get her place back, I said, "Sure!" Wouldn't you know the SOB went right back when he was done and put his stinky ass up against my daughter??? C'mon spot.

By this time, the heavens had opened up. Never fear, dear reader...Mom came prepared. We donned our emergency rain ponchos and waited for practice to end. Spying another opening down the fence from Sphincter Boy, Noah made his move. All of a sudden, I hear this screeching coming from the woman next to him.

"My sons are in the bathroom, and this is THEIR spot!" Having been taught to respect adults, Noah apologized and left. Did you know that when a mother's instinct goes into overdrive things get ugly? I marched right up to this snob and her evil spawn (They returned just in time for the festivities about to take place.) and told her how rude I thought she was in talking to Noah that way. She started with the "My kids" spiel, and my mouth started running away from my brain. Noah later told me he was wishing I'd have popped her a good one. A good samaritan, who had witnessed this whole incident, offered their spot to my kids. Faith in humanity restored. We chatted while we waited. Life was good.

Practice ended at its scheduled time despite the torrential downpour we were now in the middle of. Here come the players. Blank note cards? Check. Sharpie? Check. We're ready. Then, the crash. Two players signed minimal autographs. Alex Stepanovich, a backup center, and Piotr Czech, a kicker, started signing in the rain while the rest of the team walked by. Unfortunately, Alex was stopped by Medusa and her imps. They must have had him sign at least ten items. Guess what? That was the end of his autographing. And Piotr? Maybe three autographs to three lucky fans. My kids and I shared our disappointment.

We started the approximately one-half mile walk back to the car. Then, the magic returned.

Despite torrents running through our route and rain pelting our ponchos so hard we had a hard time hearing each other, our disappointment soon turned to glee. Puddle jumping became our pastime. Not trying to jump OVER the puddles, but jumping directly INTO the puddles for the whole walk. We pretty much had a contest to see who could get the muddiest and the most wet. There was no clear winner. The sound of my children's laughs and their delight in seeing Mom make the biggest splashes was pure sunshine on a dreary afternoon.

Soaking wet and filthy, we finally made it back to the car. This is when my entire day was made perfect.

Cheyenne immediately got into the car, but Noah lingered outside with me for a moment. He comes over, puts an arm around my shoulders, and says, "We made some great memories today." Dream number two realized.

To Noah and Cheyenne: Thanks for the wonderful memories. I love you both with all my heart and soul. -- Mom