I have completed Sarah Palin’s Book Going Rogue.
It’s a good read. Her Ghostwriter, Lynn Vincent is a yeoman editor and did a good job.
I recommend it for anyone who grew up in rural America, particularly in the north. Like Dakota.
Her story is my story and vice versa.
The first hundred pages are a breeze and delightful.
It then bogs down a bit with some not so couched whining and victimization complaints.
Yes, she has been beaten upon. Politics ain’t beanbag. Some of that would have been better left unsaid.
Toward the end of the book it becomes a manifesto on the future. One I can believe in.
I appreciate greatly her well centered American greatness vision. It’s one I endorse. And she sees hope to turn it all around.
She is also not to be spat upon. If you tug on a barracuda’s tail for very long it will turn and inflict a pretty solid wound.
She has the capacity to get even. Don’t tug on superman’s cape, don’t piss into the wind, don’t diss Sarah. All bad ideas.
She’s the real deal. I want her next book to be a vision of what could be. She has one. He laying that out will mobilize the troops.
I am prepared to start Saying President Palin, I’m already pretty tired of saying President Obama.
She represents hope for sanity. The kind of sanity in the middle you and I live in. Not the fairy dust of the elite.
She is about the Middle.
A good friend who leans left in his politics, said to me that Obama’s biggest failing is that he doesn’t understand the “middle”. He has experience with the elite through school, his modicum of work experience, politics, social circles, etc.; and he has experience with the poor through his activism. However, he doesn’t really have any first-hand knowledge of the middle part of America, the 80% or so of us who aren’t destitute victims, who aren’t politically-connected, who go to work, earn a paycheck, hope our employer or small business stays afloat. For Obama the “middle” is just a concept.
I agree with this, but would take it a step further. Obama is an ideologue who sees the world through a philosophical prism. Everything is some sort of class struggle. The private sector is essentially some form of jungle in which the strong feed off the weak.
Therefore, people who have made their successful livelihoods in the private sector do not, in Obama’s opinion, have any great skill or experience that make the world go. Rather, those who succeed in the private sector are simply the best predators.
Sarah can do better. I don’t know of anyone currently who has any comparable experience or understanding of what needs to happen to get us out of this mess except her.
Do you?
PS:
It's still selling pretty well...NYT Bestsellers List
Hardcover Nonfiction
Top 5 at a Glance
1. GOING ROGUE, by Sarah Palin
2. OPEN, by Andre Agassi
3. HAVE A LITTLE FAITH, by Mitch Albom
4. ARGUING WITH IDIOTS, written and edited by Glenn Beck, Kevin Balfe and others
5. A SIMPLE CHRISTMAS, by Mike Huckabee
Saturday, November 28, 2009
Barack H. Obama's cabinet is pitifully inexperienced and unqualified to make any quality economic decisions
Here's a news flash. BHO's Cabinet knows nothing about working for anyone other than the government (for the most part). 90% of the gangsters are people who have only ever worked on the public dole.
So, is it any wonder that almost all of the stimulus money they have spent to date has created government jobs? They know nothing else.
Why do we have these amateur trying to engineer our economy when they have zero understanding. OH, that's right. They are led by a rank amateur.
What a pitiful situation.
Thursday, November 26, 2009
Ant and Grasshopper 2009
THE ANT AND THE GRASSHOPPER
Two Different Versions
Two Different Morals
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OLD VERSION
The ant works hard in the withering heat all summer long, building his house and laying up supplies for the winter.
The grasshopper thinks the ant is a fool and laughs and dances and plays the summer away..
Come winter, the ant is warm and well fed.
The grasshopper has no food or shelter, so he dies out in the cold.
MORAL OF THE STORY: Be responsible for yourself!
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MODERN VERSION
The ant works hard in the withering heat and the rain all summer long, building his house and laying up supplies for the winter.
The grasshopper thinks the ant is a fool and laughs and dances and plays the summer away.
Come winter, the shivering grasshopper calls a press conference and demands to know why the ant should be allowed to be warm and well fed while he is cold and starving.
CBS, NBC , PBS, CNN, and ABC show up to provide pictures of the shivering grasshopper next to a video of the ant in his comfortable home with a table filled with food.
America is stunned by the sharp contrast.
How can this be, that in a country of such wealth, this poor grasshopper is allowed to suffer so?
Kermit the Frog appears on Oprah with the grasshopper and everybody cries when they sing, ‘It’s Not Easy Being Green.’
ACORN stages a demonstration in front of the ant’s house where the news stations film the group singing, “We shall overcome.” Then Rev. Jeremiah Wright has the group kneel down to pray to God for the grasshopper’s sake.
President Obama condemns the ant and blames President Bush, President Reagan, Christopher Columbus, and the Pope for the grasshopper’s plight.
Nancy Pelosi & Harry Reid exclaim in an interview with Larry King that the ant has gotten rich off the back of the grasshopper, and both call for an immediate tax hike on the ant to make him pay his fair share.
Finally, the EEOC drafts the Economic Equity & Anti-Grasshopper Act retroactive to the beginning of the summer.
The ant is fined for failing to hire a proportionate number of green bugs and, having nothing left to pay his retroactive taxes, his home is confiscated by the Government Green Czar and given to the grasshopper.
The story ends as we see the grasshopper and his free-loading friends finishing up the last bits of the ant’s food while the government house he is in, which, as you recall, just happens to be the ant’s old house, crumbles around them because the grasshopper doesn’t maintain it.
The ant has disappeared in the snow, never to be seen again.
The grasshopper is found dead in a drug related incident, and the house, now abandoned, is taken over by a gang of spiders who terrorize the ramshackle, once prosperous and once peaceful, neighborhood.
The entire Nation collapses bringing the rest of the free world with it.
MORAL OF THE STORY: Be careful how you vote in 2010.
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
On the road minus my computer
My computer is broken, physically. Not electronically. I can use it, but it's fragile.
So, I'm leaving it behind as we travel to NoDAK to consume the gobbling birds.
Kevin will bring his. That's enough.
Anyway, I will be out of computer circulation for a bit, till Sunday or so. Unless of course something REALLY important comes up today. Then....
See you in several days.
So, I'm leaving it behind as we travel to NoDAK to consume the gobbling birds.
Kevin will bring his. That's enough.
Anyway, I will be out of computer circulation for a bit, till Sunday or so. Unless of course something REALLY important comes up today. Then....
See you in several days.
I gave up..
I was going to post links to editorials that are supportive of my thesis that Sarah Palin can if she chooses to be, become President of the USA. I started to collect them, and realized, I can't do this. There are too many. The rumble is too much. I would be just ONE voice in a thousand.
Talk about your zeitgeist.
On the other hand, I have been writing notes critical of Obama and the bumbling fumbling dithering he is engaged in. Carter on steroids. Again, the zeitgeist is overwhelming. TOO MUCH. TOO Many.
Even CBS. Everyone is on the bandwagon now. Obama is a dunce. Shouldn't have been elected POTUS. Doesn't know what he is doing. ETC. I'm talking about those from the left.
Waking up in the morning with the wrong woman in bed beside you and discovering you are married to her.
That's Obama.
Where is the divorce court?
Talk about your zeitgeist.
On the other hand, I have been writing notes critical of Obama and the bumbling fumbling dithering he is engaged in. Carter on steroids. Again, the zeitgeist is overwhelming. TOO MUCH. TOO Many.
Even CBS. Everyone is on the bandwagon now. Obama is a dunce. Shouldn't have been elected POTUS. Doesn't know what he is doing. ETC. I'm talking about those from the left.
Waking up in the morning with the wrong woman in bed beside you and discovering you are married to her.
That's Obama.
Where is the divorce court?
This Time it will be Different------The view from Chicagoland
The mood swing among the voters that decide each and every national election…the ones that get short shrift by the shrill screechings of the extremists that hold the reins of the two national parties each and every time are changing.
Yes, there IS a “throw the bums out, bring in the new bums” cyclical nature to our national elections. The two major parties are a cockroach motel where reason checks in, but never checks out…(only through their own separate doors).
Extremism is a huge turnoff to the LARGEST bloc of voters in this country. And yes, it is prevalent, pervasive, and predictable on BOTH sides of the aisle.
However, there is a special noxious brand of extremism that wafts up from the left side of the spectrum. It is tinged with self-loathing for America and all manner of Americana, it is disrespectful and disloyal to her ideals, it demonizes her at every turn and it sullies her reputation with half-truths, distortions and outright lies daily at home…and worse, in bowing and scraping to our enemies abroad.
It fraudulently sets up “blame carnivals”, which moves its tents from world city to world city, with barkers on the prowl claiming that passersby can see something they have never seen before…whereupon they produce a freak show of faux epic proportions, for the world to gawk at, point and snicker. The traitors in our midst set us up for ridicule and scorn…and apologize for our very existence. It’s a cottage industry of sedition, slander and supplication.
Mix in Chicago, where West Madison Street was known as “the street of broken dreams”, littered with a sea of buildings and humanity in various stages of decay, drug dens, and depravity. It was a hard scrabble existence, fighting for a way out. But at least it was fighting.
But, that great city with all its broad shouldered magnificence has been hurled upon a national stage with a spotlight on its festering boil and its largest wart. Its politics. LaSalle Street is the street of broken promises.
Watching the power move around the room, clout being thrown back and forth like a game of soft toss…and watching truth, honor, integrity, loyalty, …disappear like a sleight of hand magic trick. And, the fighting against it stopped…years ago. Died with Royko. You can’t fight City Hall. They owned the “facts” and you were an outsider if you wanted the truth.
We all know you can fool some of the people, all of the time. And when you own the mode of communication in which the vast numbers of them get their “facts”, you can continue to fool them. Almost forever. The New Big Lie is de rigeur for the statists and their propaganda machine. When people stop fighting for the truth, the truth itself dies. It died in Chicago, and it is dying in America. So it goes, right? Grin and bear it. It’s part of the game, correct?
Barack Obama said, This time it will be different…this time something was different.
But THIS promise, THIS duplicity, THIS disappointment…is particularly galling to the “real” middle, because they got played. And then they got dissed.
The folks who decide EVERY national election in this country are used to being lied to, told things that they know are never going to happen, that national politicians will act in their own self interests and that it will be “business as usual” in that fever swamp they call Washinton D.C.
So being lied to is not only understood, it is anticipated.
THIS time, it was going to be different, however. A very different look, a very different feel, a very different approach, a very different set of words, a very different style, a very different angle…produced the same crappy results. A bunch of liars with better props, better special effects, stagehands, better packaging, a neater logo, a catchy slogan…and New Coke inside.
We got set up for Gone With The Wind and got Howard the Duck instead.
So, the fall is further, harder…bruises more. There are arrogant prigs and extremists who will say they “knew” all along that this was going to be the case. They need to get over themselves. No, they didn’t. Nobody “knew” what we were getting…because the vetting was nearly invisible…and completely unavailable. Many brilliant people FEARED what might come to pass and pointed at all the signs and signals, alerting others to the POTENTIAL dangers. But nobody knew.
Information was in short supply. Rationed. Meted out in small doses, scrubbed and filtered and sanitized for mass consumption by our corrupt entrenched media. Flaws and frailties and faux pas were slathered in white out.
But, even AFTER the election…and certainly during the campaign…the open-minded, wait and see, maybe this time…center…REPEATEDLY got the back of the hand of this administration. This is a closed club and if you are not a nanny statist, you are not welcome inside the blame carnival tent. And you will be smeared and slandered, ignored and derided, just like everyone else. And pickpocketed to boot.
Well, the jugglers are now no longer tossing pins in the air three, four at a time…they are juggling chainsaws. The economy, jobs, Mideast, al Qaeda, Russia, Iran, …and EVERY answer in the blame carnival is the same. “Let me put my hands in your pockets”. “YOU are somebody for whom I’M going to apologize.” “You bitter clinger, you”.
This time it was supposed to be different. And, you know …it is.
“God DAMN America”.
Indeed.
Yes, there IS a “throw the bums out, bring in the new bums” cyclical nature to our national elections. The two major parties are a cockroach motel where reason checks in, but never checks out…(only through their own separate doors).
Extremism is a huge turnoff to the LARGEST bloc of voters in this country. And yes, it is prevalent, pervasive, and predictable on BOTH sides of the aisle.
However, there is a special noxious brand of extremism that wafts up from the left side of the spectrum. It is tinged with self-loathing for America and all manner of Americana, it is disrespectful and disloyal to her ideals, it demonizes her at every turn and it sullies her reputation with half-truths, distortions and outright lies daily at home…and worse, in bowing and scraping to our enemies abroad.
It fraudulently sets up “blame carnivals”, which moves its tents from world city to world city, with barkers on the prowl claiming that passersby can see something they have never seen before…whereupon they produce a freak show of faux epic proportions, for the world to gawk at, point and snicker. The traitors in our midst set us up for ridicule and scorn…and apologize for our very existence. It’s a cottage industry of sedition, slander and supplication.
Mix in Chicago, where West Madison Street was known as “the street of broken dreams”, littered with a sea of buildings and humanity in various stages of decay, drug dens, and depravity. It was a hard scrabble existence, fighting for a way out. But at least it was fighting.
But, that great city with all its broad shouldered magnificence has been hurled upon a national stage with a spotlight on its festering boil and its largest wart. Its politics. LaSalle Street is the street of broken promises.
Watching the power move around the room, clout being thrown back and forth like a game of soft toss…and watching truth, honor, integrity, loyalty, …disappear like a sleight of hand magic trick. And, the fighting against it stopped…years ago. Died with Royko. You can’t fight City Hall. They owned the “facts” and you were an outsider if you wanted the truth.
We all know you can fool some of the people, all of the time. And when you own the mode of communication in which the vast numbers of them get their “facts”, you can continue to fool them. Almost forever. The New Big Lie is de rigeur for the statists and their propaganda machine. When people stop fighting for the truth, the truth itself dies. It died in Chicago, and it is dying in America. So it goes, right? Grin and bear it. It’s part of the game, correct?
Barack Obama said, This time it will be different…this time something was different.
But THIS promise, THIS duplicity, THIS disappointment…is particularly galling to the “real” middle, because they got played. And then they got dissed.
The folks who decide EVERY national election in this country are used to being lied to, told things that they know are never going to happen, that national politicians will act in their own self interests and that it will be “business as usual” in that fever swamp they call Washinton D.C.
So being lied to is not only understood, it is anticipated.
THIS time, it was going to be different, however. A very different look, a very different feel, a very different approach, a very different set of words, a very different style, a very different angle…produced the same crappy results. A bunch of liars with better props, better special effects, stagehands, better packaging, a neater logo, a catchy slogan…and New Coke inside.
We got set up for Gone With The Wind and got Howard the Duck instead.
So, the fall is further, harder…bruises more. There are arrogant prigs and extremists who will say they “knew” all along that this was going to be the case. They need to get over themselves. No, they didn’t. Nobody “knew” what we were getting…because the vetting was nearly invisible…and completely unavailable. Many brilliant people FEARED what might come to pass and pointed at all the signs and signals, alerting others to the POTENTIAL dangers. But nobody knew.
Information was in short supply. Rationed. Meted out in small doses, scrubbed and filtered and sanitized for mass consumption by our corrupt entrenched media. Flaws and frailties and faux pas were slathered in white out.
But, even AFTER the election…and certainly during the campaign…the open-minded, wait and see, maybe this time…center…REPEATEDLY got the back of the hand of this administration. This is a closed club and if you are not a nanny statist, you are not welcome inside the blame carnival tent. And you will be smeared and slandered, ignored and derided, just like everyone else. And pickpocketed to boot.
Well, the jugglers are now no longer tossing pins in the air three, four at a time…they are juggling chainsaws. The economy, jobs, Mideast, al Qaeda, Russia, Iran, …and EVERY answer in the blame carnival is the same. “Let me put my hands in your pockets”. “YOU are somebody for whom I’M going to apologize.” “You bitter clinger, you”.
This time it was supposed to be different. And, you know …it is.
“God DAMN America”.
Indeed.
Monday, November 23, 2009
Ken Klaus on Islam and Faith
One of my routines in life is to wake up at 6AM Sunday Mornings and listen to Ken Klaus. He's a good speaker and based on this video a pretty good news analyst.
I commend it to you.
I commend it to you.
There are two great political speakers in the America today. Sarah Palin is the other one
There are two great political speakers in the America today. Sarah Palin is the other one.
Barack Obama's speaking skills are his signature talent. He's a platform performer, a speechmaker in the great tradition, a kind of teleprompter Cicero. The campaign to become President owed more to Mr. Obama's oratorical mastery than to any other element. His speech on race in America, necessitated by revelations of the ugly thoughts and sentiments of his hometown preacher, Rev. Jeremiah Wright, was the most important event of his campaign. If it had failed, his candidacy would have been doomed. Under pressure – the great test of the real speechmaker – he delivered.
The other great speech of the U.S. campaign season was Sarah Palin's on receiving the vice-presidential slot on the McCain ticket. This was a speech delivered under even greater pressures than that of Mr. Obama. John McCain's choice of Ms. Palin had been early and widely criticized, and in some quarters ferociously reviled. She had never really been under the national spotlight before. The entire media were focused on her with an intensity almost unseen in the annals of vice-presidential politics. If she'd been just “okay,” or messed up, John McCain's campaign was over. It was the highest of high-stakes gambles.
Did she deliver? She soared. She was the very acme of self-confidence and ease. She mixed a natural charm with a mischievous edge of sarcasm toward her opponents – even daring the unthinkable by pinging The One himself. It was her “first serve” on the national stage and she delivered an ace. The backwoods hick knocked it out of the hall that night – not only did she not sink the McCain campaign, she gave it the only real vitality and spark that gloomy, tight, fussy little campaign had from start to finish.
Her speech, in fact, was the rhetorical equivalent of Mr. Obama's crucial one. They do not as speakers, it is obvious, share the same idiom. Mr. Obama is utterly composed, deliberate down to gesture and word, very conscious that he is a “figure” on a stage. Mr. Obama “bestows” himself on an audience. Ms. Palin has none of that. She will never speak in front of faux Greek columns. She walks on the stage much the same way she'd go into a gas station. But she's shrewd in her choice of themes, has a marvellous feel for her audience, and a confidence that will never be confused with arrogance.
They are, in the way fate or the mysteries of politics sometimes offers such things, curiously equivalent or parallel figures, polar opposites but equals. Ms. Palin connects: Mr. Obama inspires. She's a latter-day frontier figure, impulsive, instinctive; he's pure urban cool, highly deliberate, even detached. Both have real charisma.
It will make Obama fans perspire to hear this, but Ms. Palin has a more forceful bond with her supporters than he with his. Mr. Obama offers a kind of self-flattery to his worshippers. They feel exalted that they have the intelligence or sensibility to see how remarkable their man is. But he remains remote. Ms. Palin works close up. She offers those much invoked, but actually neglected figures, “the ordinary Joe or Josephine,” a real sense that she does represent them.
Ms. Palin is in the hurricane's eye again with the publication of Going Rogue. The Associated Press assigned no fewer than 11 reporters to “fact check” Ms. Palin's memoir, a concentration of scrutiny AP would never presume to exert over the man who's actually in the White House. Elements of the press mock and scorn her with a fury that is near inexplicable. Rather fewer extol her gifts. But pro or con, the media cannot get enough of her.
Professional feminists despise her, view her with unhinged contempt, as witness this classic assessment of academic Wendy Doniger: “Her greatest hypocrisy is in her pretense that she is a woman.” Dutiful “progressives,” otherwise windsocks of sensitivity and nuance, revile her in the crudest, most extravagant terms. The intensity of their hostility, its unbridledness and dreadful tastelessness (the speculations on the birth of her Downs syndrome child) is an unwitting measure of her power.
A truly dumb and witless person would not have the demure columnist David Brooks hissing dismissively, angrily in fact, on a Sunday morning talk show that Sarah Palin “is a joke.” Poor Mr. Brooks gets intellectual hives just thinking about her. Empty vessels do not inspire such venom and fury.
Ms. Palin is a real and evolving element in the great story of American politics. She is the “other half” of the Obama moment, and she may be in the ascendant. Mr. Obama is losing his lustre, his appeal is dimming, at the very moment the Alaskan outsider is staking her claim. Those who call her a joke are expressing an anxious hope not offering a rational description.
Ms. Palin has rare gifts and stamina enough to give them play. She is the second most outstanding figure on the great stage of American politics.
Rex Murphy is a commentator with The National and host of CBC Radio's Cross-Country Checkup.
I may have to stop Bashing Obama....Unlike the Bash Bush people did for eight years
He's become pitiful. It's too easy. The left is turning on him.
The election of Obama was a huge mistake now being realized.
I will not interrupt as he self destructs.
“Never interrupt your enemy when he is making a mistake.” Napoleon Bonaparte quotes (French General, Politician and Emperor (1804-14). 1769-1821)
The election of Obama was a huge mistake now being realized.
I will not interrupt as he self destructs.
Sunday, November 22, 2009
Daniel Schorr is a perfect old Idiot
NPR's 'Senior News Analyst' Blames the Internet as 'Complicit' in Fort Hood Massacre
By Tim Graham (Bio | Archive)
November 22, 2009 - 17:43 ET
If someone decided to commit mass murder after hearing hot talk on the radio, NPR "senior news analyst" Daniel Schorr wouldn’t really suggest blaming the talk radio host. He’d suggest blaming the radio itself. That’s the weird tone of his Wednesday commentary, titled "Was the Internet Complicit in Fort Hood Shooting?"
Schorr explored blame for that mysterious "series of tubes" that is the Internet: "From what is publicly known about Maj. Nidal Hasan, accused killer of 13 in a rampage at Fort Hood, he had no accomplice — unless you count the Internet in which he communed, exchanging sinister thoughts with an extremist cleric."
By Tim Graham (Bio | Archive)
November 22, 2009 - 17:43 ET
If someone decided to commit mass murder after hearing hot talk on the radio, NPR "senior news analyst" Daniel Schorr wouldn’t really suggest blaming the talk radio host. He’d suggest blaming the radio itself. That’s the weird tone of his Wednesday commentary, titled "Was the Internet Complicit in Fort Hood Shooting?"
Schorr explored blame for that mysterious "series of tubes" that is the Internet: "From what is publicly known about Maj. Nidal Hasan, accused killer of 13 in a rampage at Fort Hood, he had no accomplice — unless you count the Internet in which he communed, exchanging sinister thoughts with an extremist cleric."
North for Thanksgiving
We had made a decision NOT to go north for Holidays this winter. Driving, Snow, Cold, Misery.
Last Christmas we drove thru some of the worst conditions imaginable. 100 cars in the ditch in a hundred miles.
And it took a 2 hours to get thru Rockford because of the blizzard.
We aren't going to try to do that ever again. It's just too much. We aren't chickens from spring anymore.
But, I have checked the weather. We have decided to take a run at driving to Oakes ND for Thanksgiving. We will see Earl, Ruth, Family, Ben, Virginia, Family. and a bunch more.
I just hope it doesn't blizzard.
Christmas short of serious global warming is out.
Last Christmas we drove thru some of the worst conditions imaginable. 100 cars in the ditch in a hundred miles.
And it took a 2 hours to get thru Rockford because of the blizzard.
We aren't going to try to do that ever again. It's just too much. We aren't chickens from spring anymore.
But, I have checked the weather. We have decided to take a run at driving to Oakes ND for Thanksgiving. We will see Earl, Ruth, Family, Ben, Virginia, Family. and a bunch more.
I just hope it doesn't blizzard.
Christmas short of serious global warming is out.
Obama's Presidency so far: Dither, dither, speech. Foreign trip, bow, reassure
Even Maureen Dowd, Uberliberal, has conceeded, Sarah Palin CAN:
Read her whole column linked below. Obama couldn't fumble more: From Dowd a summary of Obama's presidency so far:
If we could see a Reduced Shakespeare summary of Obama’s presidency so far, it would read:
Dither, dither, speech. Foreign trip, bow, reassure. Seminar, summit. Shoot a jump shot with the guys, throw out the first pitch in mom jeans. Compromise, concede, close the deal. Dither, dither, water down, news conference.
It’s time for the president to reinvent this formula and convey a more three-dimensional person.
Palin can be stupefyingly simplistic, but she seems dynamic. Obama is impressively complex but he seems static.
She nurtures her grass roots while he neglects his.
Direct from Instant Pundit:
MAUREEN DOWD: If only Obama were more like Sarah Palin. “The animating spirit that electrified his political movement has sputtered out. . . . Like Reagan, Obama is a detached loner with a strong, savvy wife. But unlike Reagan, he doesn’t have the acting skills to project concern about what’s happening to people.”
I think Obama’s “charisma” was based on voter narcissism — people excited not just about electing a black President, but about themselves, voting for a black President. Now that’s over, and they’re stuck just with him, and emptied of their own narcissism there’s not much there to fill out the suit. As Ann Althouse says, “I think what Obama seems to have become, he always was.”
Now that the brain damaged (deceived by mass hysteria) portion of the US population has voted this guy in, and he is falling off the edge of the earth, how do we get out of this hole? He's a mess.
That Obama Sticker on the back of the Prius says "I'm a Sucker for Mass Hysteria". Global Warming, Oil Shortage and Obama
How did the Prodigal's Father pray for his son while he was away
I have been in a "conversation" with a Pastor online about what we should pray for in Praying for people's salvation.
The Prodigal's salvation is always a part of that conversation. Most of us come to Jesus in the storm.
We seldom come to Jesus when we have plenty of money, good health, a great marriage, good kids, a great job, sound relationships and everything.
We come broken. Sweetly broken, but broken. In a storm. In change. In trouble. People no longer believe in HELL so preaching and praying to keep them out of a hell they don't accept is of little avail.
Not the emotional. Truly repentant. Sorrow for past deeds, attitudes and behaviors.
So, when the father in the parable prayed, as I'm sure he did, what did he pray?
Protect my boy from harm, keep him safe warm well fed, get him a good job, marry a rich woman and give him a great life out there in the world among the friends he has chosen.
OR,
Lord, bring that boy home. Help him to learn all the hard lessons. Help him to come quickly to the end of himself. Put him in a place quickly where he will see the futility of Life without repentance.
I suspect the latter.
Yet we pray the former.
If you have a wayward, a prodigal, a friend, a son, someone. What would be, what should be the right thing to pray?
More important, if you encounter a prodigal along the way, running from God, running from repentance. What should you do. Give him or her three squares, a warm bed, a hot shower and money you might need.
If God brought him or her to this place and you do, perhaps you are by your actions delaying the very process to bring them back to HIM. Not all compassion is compassionate.
Long ago I was rebuked by a Prophet for my unfettered compassion. I had a great deal of money and helped anyone down on their luck. He didn't know me, but he told me in no uncertain terms that God was upset with the roadblocks to repentance I kept putting up by my unwise charity.
I learned from that. I do not often support every homeless and prison ministry. Many of Those are people who have not yet eaten enough pea pods with the swine to turn around.
RE-PENT...As it were..turning around.
----God would not that ANY perish but that ALL people come to repentance..2 peter 3:9
Just get out of the way and stop the enabling.
The Prodigal's salvation is always a part of that conversation. Most of us come to Jesus in the storm.
We seldom come to Jesus when we have plenty of money, good health, a great marriage, good kids, a great job, sound relationships and everything.
We come broken. Sweetly broken, but broken. In a storm. In change. In trouble. People no longer believe in HELL so preaching and praying to keep them out of a hell they don't accept is of little avail.
Not the emotional. Truly repentant. Sorrow for past deeds, attitudes and behaviors.
So, when the father in the parable prayed, as I'm sure he did, what did he pray?
Protect my boy from harm, keep him safe warm well fed, get him a good job, marry a rich woman and give him a great life out there in the world among the friends he has chosen.
OR,
Lord, bring that boy home. Help him to learn all the hard lessons. Help him to come quickly to the end of himself. Put him in a place quickly where he will see the futility of Life without repentance.
I suspect the latter.
Yet we pray the former.
If you have a wayward, a prodigal, a friend, a son, someone. What would be, what should be the right thing to pray?
More important, if you encounter a prodigal along the way, running from God, running from repentance. What should you do. Give him or her three squares, a warm bed, a hot shower and money you might need.
If God brought him or her to this place and you do, perhaps you are by your actions delaying the very process to bring them back to HIM. Not all compassion is compassionate.
Long ago I was rebuked by a Prophet for my unfettered compassion. I had a great deal of money and helped anyone down on their luck. He didn't know me, but he told me in no uncertain terms that God was upset with the roadblocks to repentance I kept putting up by my unwise charity.
I learned from that. I do not often support every homeless and prison ministry. Many of Those are people who have not yet eaten enough pea pods with the swine to turn around.
RE-PENT...As it were..turning around.
----God would not that ANY perish but that ALL people come to repentance..2 peter 3:9
Just get out of the way and stop the enabling.
What I despise about Sharia Law, Terrorists and bad Islam
Warning, Graphic Images of the results of the distorted practices of Islamic Fundamentalists.
I wonder what those who preach political correctness and tolerance think of this?
I wonder what those who preach political correctness and tolerance think of this?
My Son Kevin can do this and belies this post.
BASIC AUTO MAINTENANCE (OR: WHY YOUR MECHANIC MAKES MORE THAN YOU DO) (from a book by Carl Koslowski)
Have you ever driven your car away from the auto shop and had the uneasy feeling that the entire staff there was laughing like hyenas at you behind your back? That is a common feeling, and there is a simple reason why you think that.
They are.
“But why?” you may ask, “Why are they having a laugh at my expense?” The explanation for that is pretty easy, my friend, and deep down inside you probably already know it. Let us set the time machine back a few years and look at things as they were when you were in high school.
Chances are you thought you were pretty darned smart back in high school. Remember? You were on the debate team, the yearbook staff, you may even have been the valedictorian of your senior class. Your parents were so proud they gave you a car. They helped you take care of it. Then you went to college and really wowed ‘em.
Wow.
But before we move on, let’s go back to high school. Remember that guy who took all the shop classes? Remember his friends? What was it you called them, Motor Heads? Grease Monkeys? Wrench Jockeys?
Boy did you ever look down on them! Ha Ha Ha! Look at the shop guys! Losers!
Admit it – that’s what you thought. But now you’re fresh out of school. On your own. With your own car. Your own used car, that is. Funny how life works.
See, Mom and Dad aren’t going to pay for the repairs now that you’ve struck out on your own. So guess who’s laughing now? That’s right, Smartypants…all those guys you looked down on in high school.
Admit it – when you take that car into the shop you feel as dumb as a brine shrimp. When the man in the coveralls looks at you and gestures back at your disabled transportation, you haven’t got the vaguest idea what he is talking about, do you?
Be honest.
If you are the average person you wouldn’t know a catalytic converter if there was one floating in your soup. That’s why you’ll happily pay the “dumbest kid” in your high school class to fix it. See, he would know the catalytic converter if it was floating in your soup.
So who’s the dumb kid now, Mr. Philosophy Major?
While you wait in the repair shop for the former dumb kid to tell you what’s causing your 11-year-old dorkmobile to spew black smoke and sputter like a Cub Scout at a nude beach, perhaps you might want to check out the walls of the repair shop. Go ahead, look at the sign that lists their labor rate…Look at it!
No, no, you didn’t read it wrong, Einstein. It says $75 an hour. Seventy-five dollars!
Even your psychiatrist doesn’t charge that. And without your car, you can’t even go see your psychiatrist. In fact, it’s not unlikely that you will see your psychiatrist in the waiting room of the repair shop as well. See, he doesn’t know what a catalytic converter is either.
The hour and a half you wait for the mechanic to return from the bay and tell you what’s wrong with your car is the longest ninety minutes you will ever spend. You’ll try to distract yourself by reading the three-year-old copies of Sports Illustrated they’ve thoughtfully left for you. Maybe you’ll buy a can of pop. Perhaps you’ll treat yourself to a nice gumball. If the repair shop is nice they’ll even have free coffee for the patrons. Go head! Have a cup of java on the boys in the bay! At $75 an hour, they can afford it.
Finally, after half a pot of the strongest coffee this side of Istanbul, the mechanic will come out and call your name, If you’re smart you won’t answer. You’ll run for your life.
He’s about to start telling you why you have to give him five hundred dollars.
He’ll start with the phrase, “Well, we checked the engine on the computer and this is what the problem is…” That’s the last thing he’ll say that you will understand at all.
Except the five hundred dollar part.
He will ramble on about the alternator fan belt or the fuel injectors or the overhead cams. All the while your eyes will glaze over. You will have absolutely no idea what he is talking about.
He will know that you have absolutely no idea what he is talking about. But he’ll keep on talking about parts that he is about to replace in your car….and you’ll nod. He will take an eternity to get to the only part of the conversation you really care about anyway.
The part about the five hundred dollars.
All along you will both know that you are giving him the money. But he’ll make you wait.
Why does he make you wait? Why does he torture you like this?
Because you asked for it, buster. You deserve every second of torture he dishes out. You owe him that five hundred bucks, even if all that’s wrong with your car is that it’s out of gas.
Why do you owe him? Because you wasted all that time in high school and college learning philosophy. And mocking him.
He knew you thought he was dumber than you. He wasn’t. All along he was plotting this day of sweet revenge in his grease monkey mind. You will gladly pay restitution to him for your arrogance, restitution in the form of five hundred bucks. Your psychiatrist will pay him the same restitution as well.
It’s a good lesson in humility when you think about it… guess that’s why “kar” is the first syllable in “karma.”
Thus endeth the lesson, but since you will inevitably face a mechanic who knows you know nothing at all about your car, here’s a short list of parts that your car does not have. Hopefully, this will save you embarrassment, if not money.
Your car does not have a :
Defibrillator
Maypole
Blinker Fluid Reservoir
Crisper
Carbuncle
Mine Sweeper
Ionic Transmographer
Semiautomatic transmission
Time Portal
Solar Interferometer
Martin Landau Roof
Starter Pistol
Cheese Filter
Irradiator
Electric Slide
Clown Vent
Serling Rod
Catatonic Converter
Big Bad Voodoo Daddy
Aorta
Jimmy Hat
Snooze Alarm
Iambic Pentameter
Proton Torpedo Valve
Picnic Gasket
Litter Box
Have you ever driven your car away from the auto shop and had the uneasy feeling that the entire staff there was laughing like hyenas at you behind your back? That is a common feeling, and there is a simple reason why you think that.
They are.
“But why?” you may ask, “Why are they having a laugh at my expense?” The explanation for that is pretty easy, my friend, and deep down inside you probably already know it. Let us set the time machine back a few years and look at things as they were when you were in high school.
Chances are you thought you were pretty darned smart back in high school. Remember? You were on the debate team, the yearbook staff, you may even have been the valedictorian of your senior class. Your parents were so proud they gave you a car. They helped you take care of it. Then you went to college and really wowed ‘em.
Wow.
But before we move on, let’s go back to high school. Remember that guy who took all the shop classes? Remember his friends? What was it you called them, Motor Heads? Grease Monkeys? Wrench Jockeys?
Boy did you ever look down on them! Ha Ha Ha! Look at the shop guys! Losers!
Admit it – that’s what you thought. But now you’re fresh out of school. On your own. With your own car. Your own used car, that is. Funny how life works.
See, Mom and Dad aren’t going to pay for the repairs now that you’ve struck out on your own. So guess who’s laughing now? That’s right, Smartypants…all those guys you looked down on in high school.
Admit it – when you take that car into the shop you feel as dumb as a brine shrimp. When the man in the coveralls looks at you and gestures back at your disabled transportation, you haven’t got the vaguest idea what he is talking about, do you?
Be honest.
If you are the average person you wouldn’t know a catalytic converter if there was one floating in your soup. That’s why you’ll happily pay the “dumbest kid” in your high school class to fix it. See, he would know the catalytic converter if it was floating in your soup.
So who’s the dumb kid now, Mr. Philosophy Major?
While you wait in the repair shop for the former dumb kid to tell you what’s causing your 11-year-old dorkmobile to spew black smoke and sputter like a Cub Scout at a nude beach, perhaps you might want to check out the walls of the repair shop. Go ahead, look at the sign that lists their labor rate…Look at it!
No, no, you didn’t read it wrong, Einstein. It says $75 an hour. Seventy-five dollars!
Even your psychiatrist doesn’t charge that. And without your car, you can’t even go see your psychiatrist. In fact, it’s not unlikely that you will see your psychiatrist in the waiting room of the repair shop as well. See, he doesn’t know what a catalytic converter is either.
The hour and a half you wait for the mechanic to return from the bay and tell you what’s wrong with your car is the longest ninety minutes you will ever spend. You’ll try to distract yourself by reading the three-year-old copies of Sports Illustrated they’ve thoughtfully left for you. Maybe you’ll buy a can of pop. Perhaps you’ll treat yourself to a nice gumball. If the repair shop is nice they’ll even have free coffee for the patrons. Go head! Have a cup of java on the boys in the bay! At $75 an hour, they can afford it.
Finally, after half a pot of the strongest coffee this side of Istanbul, the mechanic will come out and call your name, If you’re smart you won’t answer. You’ll run for your life.
He’s about to start telling you why you have to give him five hundred dollars.
He’ll start with the phrase, “Well, we checked the engine on the computer and this is what the problem is…” That’s the last thing he’ll say that you will understand at all.
Except the five hundred dollar part.
He will ramble on about the alternator fan belt or the fuel injectors or the overhead cams. All the while your eyes will glaze over. You will have absolutely no idea what he is talking about.
He will know that you have absolutely no idea what he is talking about. But he’ll keep on talking about parts that he is about to replace in your car….and you’ll nod. He will take an eternity to get to the only part of the conversation you really care about anyway.
The part about the five hundred dollars.
All along you will both know that you are giving him the money. But he’ll make you wait.
Why does he make you wait? Why does he torture you like this?
Because you asked for it, buster. You deserve every second of torture he dishes out. You owe him that five hundred bucks, even if all that’s wrong with your car is that it’s out of gas.
Why do you owe him? Because you wasted all that time in high school and college learning philosophy. And mocking him.
He knew you thought he was dumber than you. He wasn’t. All along he was plotting this day of sweet revenge in his grease monkey mind. You will gladly pay restitution to him for your arrogance, restitution in the form of five hundred bucks. Your psychiatrist will pay him the same restitution as well.
It’s a good lesson in humility when you think about it… guess that’s why “kar” is the first syllable in “karma.”
Thus endeth the lesson, but since you will inevitably face a mechanic who knows you know nothing at all about your car, here’s a short list of parts that your car does not have. Hopefully, this will save you embarrassment, if not money.
Your car does not have a :
Defibrillator
Maypole
Blinker Fluid Reservoir
Crisper
Carbuncle
Mine Sweeper
Ionic Transmographer
Semiautomatic transmission
Time Portal
Solar Interferometer
Martin Landau Roof
Starter Pistol
Cheese Filter
Irradiator
Electric Slide
Clown Vent
Serling Rod
Catatonic Converter
Big Bad Voodoo Daddy
Aorta
Jimmy Hat
Snooze Alarm
Iambic Pentameter
Proton Torpedo Valve
Picnic Gasket
Litter Box
The Not so Secret Plan to Force you to Take the Mark of the Beast?
VeriChip’s TV ad for its Health Link implantable microchip that connects to your online medical records has spawned a backlash on YouTube. Observers regard it as either part of President Obama’s secret Nazi plan to enslave us all or a sign of the coming antichrist.
Sometimes Satan comes as a man of Peace...... Bob Dylan
The REAL enemy
Lets remember who our greatest enemy is.
It was NOT Muslims that fought for abortion, spent our future taxes, weakened our military, took our freedom of health care, polluted our cities, degraded our education, elected those who do not listen, wants to try terrorist as criminals, stopped oil drilling and so much more.
These things happened from people who CLAIM to be Christians.
Not all enemies are created equal.
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