Fried Green Tomato Gardens

They are mini plants now, toddlers approaching adolescence. And by the time the temperature ripens, they'll be adults and ready to earn their keep.
My mother and I planted them as seeds weeks ago. The morning was freezing. But we worked with this nearly microscopic specks, tucking them safely into soil with our frozen fingers, and feeding them lavishly.
Now, after being cuddled with light and nutrients from my mom, who has worked inexhaustibly to move them into bigger rooms when they hit growing spurts, there's a chance the government will take them away.

Or kill them.

The new Food Safety Modernization Act (FSMA) means your tomato garden might get regulated by the government. Think that's insane? Not possible?
Yeah, the government hates regulating anything, like the vehicle you drive, the energy you use, the fat you eat, or the light bulbs you prefer.
Yep. Government never invades your private life.



Say goodbye to Farmer's Markets and small farms. Say hello to Big Farm and food control.

Quote Them

"If that's the price of getting together, then I'll be damned if I want to live on the same earth with any human beings! If the rest of them can survive only by destroying us, then why should we wish them to survive? Nothing can make self-immolation proper. Nothing can give them the right to turn men into sacrificial animals. Nothing can make it moral to destroy the best. One can't be punished for being good. One can't be penalized for ability. If that is right, then we'd better start slaughtering one another, because there isn't any right at all in the world!"

Dagny Taggart
Atlas Shrugged

Monday Fun

Via Townhall:

Steven Crowder, ladies and gentlemen

Forget "Hail to the Chief", POTUS has a new theme. Roll tape Steven.

Obama: hurting charities "right thing to do"

Our giddy Teleprompter President is having a goody-goody-gumdrops moment while shafting charities already struggling with more people in need and less money to help.

WASHINGTON (AP) - President Barack Obama is defending a budget idea that would reduce the tax deduction that wealthier families can take when they make charitable donations.

Obama says the plan is "the right thing to do."

So wealthier families, already paying an increased tax rate, will also have their tax deductions reduced when giving.

This seems like a lot of effort to me. He's taxing them coming, going and giving. I say, declare martial law. Send troops into Beverly Hills and the Hamptons, over to Martha's Vineyard and Manhattan, and every nice neighborhood in every major or minor American city.
Put a gun to their head or chest or knee or thumb. Have these private citizens sign over all their private possessions immediately. And he's done.

Our President is seriously inefficient.

And just FYI, a Wall Street Journal op-ed on January 22, 2009 by Art Brooks

"Over the past several years, studies have consistently shown that people on the political right outperform those on the left when it comes to charity. This pattern appears to have held -- increased, even -- in 2008. In May of last year [2008], the Gallup polling organization asked 1,200 American adults about their giving patterns. People who called themselves 'conservative' or 'very conservative' made up 42% of the population surveyed, but gave 56% of the total charitable donations. In contrast, 'liberal' or 'very liberal' respondents were 29% of those polled but gave just 7% of donations. These disparities were not due to differences in income. People who said they were 'very conservative' gave 4.5% of their income to charity, on average; 'conservatives' gave 3.6%; 'moderates' gave 3%; 'liberals' gave 1.5%; and 'very liberal' folks gave 1.2%."

Does Obama know this will hurt conservatives more?

Absolutely. He's one of the 'very liberal' givers himself, donating less than 1 percent of his income to charity between 2000 and 2004.

the Olbermann reality curve

Via Deceiver:

Instead of helping people with mental illness, MSNBC gives them a show.



I wonder if unicorns exist in Olbermann's world.

Tickle me Elbamo

Daniel Hannan stole the words right out of American conservative's mouths and gave them a British accent. As a Member of the European Parliament (MEP), he confronted PM Gordon Brown at the EU conference and eviscerated him on actions that mirror Obama's.

Yes, I listened and felt a Chris Matthews tingle running up my leg. You could aim these words at our illustrious President with perfect accuracy. The confrontation gets better and better to the very end.



They've lost 100,000 private jobs, replaced with 30,000 public jobs. Welcome to America. That's happening here. Does economic collapse upset Obama? Well, for a worried guy, he sure seems giddy.



Punch-drunk? Nah. Excited. Economic chaos = Government control.
It's hard to grow government, with all the wonderful regulations/stipulations/control that comes with it, when the economic sun is shining. Add some rain, bring in the thunder, let the lightning strike close to home, and SuperObaman flies in for the rescue.

This makes his job easier.
And for clarity, to get a mental image in your mind, Bush and Obama's budget side by side.




Obama's take on the "inherited" deficit is false. Bush, until 2008 and the bailouts, had a budget that decreased the deficit every year from 2004 on.
But even taking into consideration the 2008 bailouts (which I DID NOT SUPPORT and was, in my opinion, one of the worst mistakes of the Bush Presidency), it is comparing pennies to a VISA Gold card with no spending limit. Obama's deficit just keeps going and growing and going and growing.

Laugh clown Laugh

This is as close to late-night comics criticizing the President as we're going to get. And we thought they were irreverent. Turns out, they're irrelevant.

Leaving Las TOTUS

Teleprompter of the United States was a no-show during a major press conference on Tuesday. Instead... meet Television-in-Chief.

Pure gold: Mark Levin

Liberty and Tyranny by Mark Levin. #1 on Amazon. It's rushing off the shelf because it's resonating.
I want this book. I will order this book. Well, as soon as I have cash.
Until then, a little piece of sweet conservative pie. Give it a listen. It goes down easy. He answers a big question: Who is the leader of the conservative movement? Two guesses. First one doesn't count.

Here's to men and women who speak their mind, no matter populist opinion, because it's truth. Mark Levin, here's looking at you kid.

Rape victim Revictimized by Far-Left

Lots of videos today. I'll have more time to really sit and write later. But right now, I'm just hitting some big highlights for you. And this one made my blood run cold.

A rape victim, Alexa Branchini, fought and won her case after much heartache and expense. So to help others like her, she started the It Happened to Alexa Foundation, an organization to help other rape victims with the expense of prosecuting their attackers.
Gutsy girl.
She held a recent fundraiser and asked Bill O'Reilly to speak, in hopes of raising funds. This prompted several far-left groups, including NBC, Center for American Progress, GE, and others to protest the event.
Yes, they protested a young girl who suffered a violent rape two weeks into her college years, fought the judicial system to bring her attacker to justice, and brave enough to keep fighting for victims like herself.
And they targeted her for no other reason than not liking O'Reilly.
Evil? Yes. Here's his response.



And we're suppose to find common ground with the far-left? Not interested.

Gateway Pundit has more.

Bill O'Reilly was gracious enough to offer to speak at Alexa's luncheon. Unfortunately, because of this, the Far Left protested and harassed Alexa and her family. Alexa was so distraught she even quit her job helping children because of the trauma.

UPDATE:

Video of Alexa's story is available on her website, www.ithappenedtoalexa.org. Very powerful. I said the girl was gutsy. I take it back. She's more than that. She's heroic.

the Pronunciation President

Nitpicking isn't necessary. I have no interest in it, actually. But since W's pronunciation of "nuclear" as "nucular" has been belittled and repeated so frequently, I just wanted to show Obama supporters the same respect Bush supporters received during his presidency.



Obama is mispronouncing "Orion", a well-known word due to astronomy and Greek mythology, as "Oar-ee-on," having to later apologize.

And just to be perfectly honest, the "nucular" pronunciation is common in the south. It isn't due to stupidity or ignorance, it's called a colloquial pronunciation, an accent. Embrace the multi-culturalism ya'll.

Are you Howard Beale?

I'm going to Netflix the movie, "Network". Then I might open a window and yell a certain line from a certain sweaty character, "I'm mad as hell and I'm not going to take it anymore."
But I'll make sure it's after 9 and all the neighborhood children have gone inside for the night.

Glenn Beck is mad. Not the furious, out-of-control selfish rage. And logically speaking, there are two kinds of rage. One is weakness unhampered. One is justice rising. If you don't know the difference, you most likely only have the former.

In the recent soliloquy, Beck shares a few thoughts on real anger, the blurry line of journalism, who he is, what he's doing, and responds to Bill Maher's recent panel of nitwits blaming him for people like Timothy McVeigh. That's like blaming Bill Maher, an atheist, for people like Hitler.
If he wants to play that game, it can be played.

Candidate Obama v President Obama

Some videos speak for themselves.



The NRSC (National Republican Senatorial Committee) is making a valid point. What? Our President can't be trusted. You can't listen to him. You can't believe what he's saying. So watch what he's doing.
Turn down the sound and focus the picture.

Monday Fun

I'm heading to that great white dome building in the sky. No, not heaven. The OKC Capitol. I'm in pursuit of a story and shan't be deterred. At least I hope not.

I'll blog later about all those wondrous political happenings and if I understood anything going on. But the art on the walls is pretty. If nothing else, I'll stand around staring at it and try to look introspective.

Until I return, here's my favorite political cartoonist from Townhall's Gary Varvel. If the ship really is sinking, we might as well strike up the band before we drown.

Bloodletting. Government style.

Rip off the band-aid.

I loath negative suspense.
The three epic movies required to watch Frodo, missing a digit, drop the ring into lava, that's good suspense.
Waiting an hour to ride the Texas Giant followed by a pounding headache, also good suspense.
Spending a year dreading your taxes, priceless.

"What do you want? The bad news or the good news?" asked Jason, a newly engaged friend who happens to be an accountant and does my taxes for the heck of it. I'm guessing that perk has now ended.
"The bad," I said, Lamaze breathing though I don't know Lamaze.
"You sure?"
"Yes. The bad. Give it to me."

I love mystery novels. Love them. In High School, I discovered Emily Loring. I read pretty much everything she wrote. And she wrote a lot. Not just lots of books, lots of words. And I especially appreciated her use of "roadster" for "car" and "frock" for "dress".
Hey, it was a different era. Embrace the culture.
Then, her overpopulated descriptions of voluptuous balustrades and wood crown moldings meant moving on to Dean Koontz, David Baldacci, Michael Crichton, and Ted Dekker, all men who left the fluff and furniture out. Give me the story, the suspense, and let's get on with it.

Dressed in turquoise to clothe my knotted stomach, I got the news. Four figures. That's not so bad unless that's only one figure less than your entire annual salary.
Taxes. Ahhhhh. Paying them makes me feel patriotic. So much so, I start lovingly thinking of the Second Amendment and a few historic revolutions I'd like to resurrect.

I knew it was coming. Not the amount. Just the bleeding part. Last year, feeling like most all worrying, self-employed, big imagination, security fetish females with a love of eating and electricity, I had lathered my tax dread into the boogieman living under my bed. Before laying my head upon my pillow, I'd offer mumbled prayers of freaking out.

One thing came first - either I grew exhausted or I grew mad. Both have similar personality traits for me.

The destination would not change. I'd end the fiscal year owing taxes. Like a pregnant woman waiting on labor pains, I knew the birthing would come. The end result was determined. It was the journey that remained in question.

I don't know how He did it. There wasn't any use of burning bushes, parted rivers, or a voice among the rolls of thunder. But God got my attention. He came quietly, in a stealthily calm manner, and explained an important thread of truth to me: I have, yet, to do anything on my own. Not one dang thing. In fact, even breathing comes only because He grants it. Money too.

So I let go. I gave it to Him. And now, it's His responsibility. I never asked my previous bosses, just before signing my paycheck, to explain in description how they could afford it.
"I'd like a full printout and itemized list of the company's credits and debits sent with my paycheck. Thanks."
I just expected it. We had an agreement and I trusted them to honor it. Now it's time to trust God.

I could freak out, attempting to write a 100,000 words about frock wearing girls and war hero men and their lavish bank accounts and heart-pounding adventures all before April 15th. Then bind them into a book, print and sell a few thousand copies for enough profit to cover what the federal government deems "theirs", so they can spend it on pig odor research in Utah. But, hey, let's be honest, books don't make money. So that idea's out.

Instead, I'm going to go a different route, one less traveled by my self-sufficient shoes. Instead, I'm going to stop insisting on a quick jab of pain from ripping off the band-aid and trust God to protect me from the wound. And should it still come, then I'll trust Him to heal it. And if He doesn't, I'll just trust Him.

it IS common sense, Part II

Thomas Paine is back. He's mad. And he's mailing tea bags.

I like this guy. In fact, I agree with him on almost everything. And whether you agree or not, his predictions of the future are right on. They've been proven out in previous history so maybe we should listen.

"[G]overnment, even in its best state, is but a necessary evil; in its worst state an intolerable one."

Thomas Paine

If you missed his first video, watch it here.

Glenn Beck "We Surround Them"

I Dare You
...to watch this special and feel hopeless.
...to watch without weeping eyes and a wet nose.
...to avoid the swelling in your chest.
...to not remember a day no American can/should ever forget.
...to not feel national pride for all the right reasons.
...to finally discover the "hope" and "change" we crave.
...to be the same after watching, as you were before.
...to sit idly.


Glenn Beck recently launched his "We Surround Them" special, featuring the beginning of The912Project.com. This country is still alive. Her beliefs are still breathing. And here is Glenn, God please bless him, for reminding us.
Have you ever read history and considered the conviction to unite and fight for our God-given rights of life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness?
This is your time. Today is your day.



(I sent my picture in. So somewhere, among the reds and blues and off whites in that mosaic, is my mug. BECAUSE I BELIEVE.)







The names of the books Glenn mentions:
The 5,000 Year Leap.
The Real George Washington.



I'll also be posting the webcast following the program. Come back for more.

Color me blind

Everyone's talking about the weather. That usually only happens when there isn't anything else to say.
But when you factor in the economic plunge, St. Patty Day fun, and the always present fat speak, i.e. what Oprah's not eating now, who could possibly run out of conversation? At the very least, there's bound to be a Brangolina sighting.
Instead, the topic of conversation is about color. Yep, I said it. Color. Fragrant, awakening, life affirming hues.
It's spring. And coupled with the increase body temperature and decrease of clothing, a changing of the guard has every heart a flutter.

Spring is a love/hate for me. Tornadoes are only fun after a glass of wine and a death wish. But on those days when the wind blows under 100 speed and the fingertips of sunlight seek your face, you can't help inhaling deeper in anticipation of the egg yoke daffodils, hot tamale red tulips, off-white marrying Bradford blossoms, and the occasional chaste flirtation of a blue petunia.
It's coming. And after a lengthy, brittle winter of Middle Earth tones, pigmentation is the celebration.

So in this day of obsessing over the color of skin, what it means, what it says, who said it, why they said it, what they meant when they said what they said, if they really meant it or would like to take it back, what can be questioned, what must be shushed, who is allowed to do the shushing, and when the shushing will be no more no matter who's doing it, I thought I'd take a minute to celebrate a post-political figure.

To Mother Nature: may your politically incorrect reign never make all the lilies beige.

Brothers at War

His two brothers were going to war. And Jake Rademacher wanted to know what that meant. Why were they going to Iraq? What were they fighting for? And what kind of life would they live?

So he took a camera and made a film. And a movement is beginning.

Gary Sinese came on board as the executive producer after seeing the film. He recently talked about it on Jimmy Falon.



Gary explains the money raised to actually do the film was all grassroots, basically meaning Jake, the director, went around to people he knew in his hometown asking for donations. It follows his brothers and four different Iraq units through leaving, living, and fighting. I've watched several clips and am hopeful it will come to Oklahoma.
If you want to check out the trailer or movie clips, visit www.brothersatwarmovie.com.

Who is John Galt?

I think of it in geometric terms, though I don't remember geometry. I see a symbol. An x. Maybe a y. Add a few numbers, like years of life minus years of aspirations, and throw in an equal sign for feng shui.
The end result, as my high school math teacher Mr. Nix would chalk into the board, would be an answer out of thin air. A few sweeps of his hand, a muddled explanation, and tada: the solution.

But purpose has made no commitment to enter classrooms. Those are only locations for rumored sightings. Most of us escape learning institutions knowing more facts and less reasoning than when we entered. Instead, we see the molds outlined before us and start trying them on for height, length, and public appeal, instead of reversing that order.

Purpose enjoys the dark corners, the shadows. It lounges in them, puffing on a cuban Cohiba and rolling amber bourbon round and round and round in a curved glass. It wears white dinner jackets and has a melancholy lilt to it's mouth like Bogart. You could never fully understand the man. So much ambiguity. So much intrigue. His words took you to several meanings and his actions even more.
He was a riddle, much like purpose.

I've sought it, like Ponce de Leon but without the age obsession. I've scuttled through the sandy desert only to find no Fountain of Youth and grit in my socks.
I'm not purposeless, but then again, also not purposeful. Hours stretch into months of observing my life from the outside, as if I'm not the one making my bed and choosing tuna salad for lunch over Tai soup. I wouldn't admit it, but my actions say I believe one day all the x's and y's will meet on the dance floor unprompted by me and cha cha a way to fulfillment.

This weekend I attended a conference at the Wizard Academy where the speaker, Roy H. Williams, answered one basic audience question: what is common among all successful people?
The answer didn't involve Hartmarx suits, Jimmy Choo shoes, or a tragically poetic childhood tale.
It was persistence. Not stopping. Failing and moving on. Trying. Trying again. Walking, crawling, scooting on your belly against a rocky floor but always toward a goal. It meant work. Sweat. Dirt under your fingernails and aching arches. Never holding a hand out. Never expecting one either.
Success doesn't even require a certain body fat percentage. Imagine my surprise.

For me, purpose doesn't equal a wallpapered room of Benjamins and a world larger than Cheers but where everybody knows your name. It isn't talk shows and pundit spots, my own personal line of impossibly faddish blouses and a unisex cologne. In fact, I'd define that just shy of Hell but way past creepy.
Instead, it would be giving a sum total to all the variables and living with the equal sum empty. I don't need to know the result, only the steps for the journey. So I've thought. So I've believed. So I've staked my most precious commodity upon: my time. So maybe I'm wrong.

Are these questions, these wonderings, these inquisitions into my mental cavity unanswerable? Is seeking a fully-committed, all senses utilized purpose - be it in work or life or love or family - a waste of good gray matter? Why ask what cannot be answered? Who is John Galt?

Because I can't help myself. Because I don't want to quit. Because from the average person so many expect so little. I prefer to expect too much. And then prove it wasn't enough.

Sacred, sexy, second amendment

Posted on Glenn Becks new site, 912project.com, here's a cute video about shopping in Texas.



I love Texas.

from one Girl Friday

Kathleen Parker, the pseudo-conservative who never was, came out with a column today cleaning the self-inflicted wounds of hapless, gritty newspaper reporters, berating conservative everything - from radio to blog - as viciously attacking these virginal creatures.
It isn't their fault ad revenue is down. It isn't their fault readership is mythical. Nothing is their fault.

The biggest challenge facing America’s struggling newspaper industry may not be the high cost of newsprint or lost ad revenue, but ignorance stoked by drive-by punditry.

Yes, Dittoheads, you heard it right.

Drive-by pundits, to spin off of Rush Limbaugh’s “drive-by media,” are non-journalists who have been demonizing the media for the past 20 years or so and who blame the current news crisis on bias......

But the greater truth is that newspaper reporters, editors and institutions are responsible for the boots-on-the-ground grub work that produces the news stories and performs the government watchdog role so crucial to a democratic republic.

The government Watchdog became a liberal Guard Dog; Mistake one.

She went on to explain that since we don't read newspapers, we don't know what we're missing and why we would miss it when they go bankrupt and we can no longer read it, which we aren't doing. If only dogs could catch their own tail.

Basically, we're ignorant. That's why we don't read newspapers.

It isn't because the news is old, once printed and distributed, compared to other forms of media. It isn't because the writing style is stale, with sanctimonious prose as exciting as mucus. And it certainly isn't the all-you-can-eat liberalism diet going rancid.

No, it's conservative bloggers and pundits. Their eeeevil.

I've worked in journalism my entire adult career, newspaper journalism by majority. And outside of one editor, with issues all his own, they were all liberally-focused and Democrat loyalists, enlisting in journalism like good little soldiers against the front-lines of America's traditionalism - small government, strong defense, national patriotism. And this was in Oklahoma, the reddest state of the red.

Liberals actually love war, spilling blood with a splash of ink and roll of the press. The winds of the their battle, however, are blowing rightward and, as newspapers close their doors, casualties are mounting.

Here is the email I sent her in response:

Ms. Parker,

I know exactly what you are talking about in your article, "Frayed Thread in a Free Society."
Exactly.
I've heard it before.

Every laudation of the puritanical motives of the newspaper business I've heard over and over and over some more. I heard it from the inside, from the belly chamber, from being a conservative inside a machine lubricated with political spin.
You can't glorify small-town, pauper reporters more than I've experienced them, been one. I've attended meetings of the city council, lion's club, rotary, women's leagues, public hearings, union contract mediations, urban and rural developments, zoning, and ordinance arguments that, if stacked in number, would reach from the rocky floor to under the Mount Rushmore nose of Lincoln. I've seen the bloody, gruesome violence that happens just next door, only down the street, merely around the corner, from every house in America. You can't scrub those images from my mind with a Rockwellian view of that penniless truth-seeking reporter.
And I've investigated organizations, taken on populist beliefs, to give my small town community citizens the truth, only to see it scrubbed from spreading past any other publication or news outlet because it didn't fit the propaganda.

This brief, bite-sized taste of my experience is only to explain that your take on the earthy Americanism of newspapers is whitewashed, if not sorely misleading. Marching out the plight of newspaper reporters does nothing to change the facts: the newsroom is biased. It spins so slanted to the left anyone attempting to walk upright will experience nose bleeds. It is rare and seldom anyone of authority or power enters those coveted private offices of management without a liberal twitch in their eye.
I've worked for editors who probably didn't annually gross your dry cleaning bill. But liberal bias still remained.

Newspapers are in trouble. They've been in trouble for years because they spend more time spewing their own self-righteous worth and less time adapting to the needs of their readers. It is a free market, at least as of noon today. And if you anger your readers, if you, for decades, launch into bitter diatribes instead of sticking to fact reporting, if you deny any countering by a conservative voice, if you squelch any thought of adaption to the lives of your readership and instead preach your own nobility, you get tuned out.
You become obsolete.
You cease relevance.
That is why newspapers are dying. It isn't talk radio. It isn't criticism. It isn't conservative fact-checkers checking the facts of the original fact-checkers - print journalists. If they were true journalists, real truth seekers, the criticism would be welcomed. Instead they've become millions of small, spasming voices equating into one, overpowering sob.
Eventually, people simply move on.

I don't relish the end of newspapers. It's where I learned how to fight, how to strengthen my backbone, how to go after the wars worth bleeding over and not stop until truth was winning. Due to their own devices, the print journalism medium has forgotten why they were so necessary, so needed.
It was trust, Ms. Parker. They've lost that in their lustful obsession to stroke, cuddle, and bed down with liberalism. And it's no one's fault but their own.

Perhaps they need to die so that, with pure motives, they can be resurrected.

Thank you for listening.

Tara Lynn Thompson

Don't kid a kidder and don't report on reporting to a reporter.

Steven Crowder, ladies and gentleman

Torture and Gitmo (featuring Steven Crowder's "beheading")



"Now, before you start groaning about it, I know that there were many more points to be covered… But YOU try making the idea of released detainee’s going back to terrorism funny." Steven Crowder

Bailouts and Bull

When talking doesn't work, try a bullhorn.
John Stossel of ABC News recently held a special on bailouts and bull. It's hard to see where one stops and the other takes over.
The question every free market critic needs to answer: How does the government taking one dollar from your pocket equate to anything more than one dollar less for you to spend?

Monday Fun

Via Townhall

to Austin I will go

I'm not here. Not in mind, anyway. And by tomorrow, not in body either.

This is the last you'll hear from me until...oh...Monday or so. I'm attending a conference and shan't be disturbed. Actually, I could totally be disturbed to blog, but I'm suppose to be paying attention. Learning things. Growing as a person. Becoming successful. Broadening my perspectives. Developing a sixth sense.
It's a very powerful seminar.

Blogging has been light this week in preparation, so my apologies for the absenteeism. I need to continue the nothingness a few more days.

But until then, here are a news morsels to tide you over:


Obama wants to make amends
for how America always offends
by asking terrorists, "Can we be friends?"

Explaining his idea to the Gray Lady
interjecting the points so weighty
To the moderates he wants to reach
and the violence in Afghanistan breach

The Taliban cells heard the news
scoffing at Obama's ignorant views
'No moderates here exist,' they said
'We won't stop until you're all dead'


In other news......

Rush said he hopes Obama fails
Socialism, in America, should not prevail
To this Carville, with the White House blessing,
attacked the statement, with his hick dressing

Today we learned, but weren't surprised
baldy was once on the other side
talking to reporters on 9/11
saying a Bush failure would be heaven

In other news......

The economy isn't responding fast enough
so it's time for government to start buying stuff
Pelosi is ready with pen in hand
to propose the second stimulus plan

And while the country seizes with pain
memos released describe Pelosi's love for planes
It seems though she's denied it fortrightly
She uses DOD aircraft nearly nightly
Military planes are ready upon her request
Or heads will roll in the Pelosi Congress

They can take my money but they can't touch my rhythm. Right on. Right on.

Lex Luthor: Mr. President, I need a bailout

Times are tough for everyone, including villains (minus, of course, those in the Gaza strip getting dollars shoved into their pockets by Hillary, but hey, that's a different story for a different day)

"Lex Luthor Bailout" with Jon Hamm - watch more funny videos

SuperBam: spending faster than a speeding deficit.

the ZO Master

Monday Fun

I'm late, but I'm here. Roll the satire.

Via TownHall:

Rush 101, part 5

The big finale: Rush at CPAC.
This week, the Obama administration was caught organizing a strike force of media moguls and ad campaigns to try and destroy Rush, a private citizen. Why? Because they can't take dissent. Because expression of a view outside of their own must be demonized. Because they do not, and never have, believed in free speech. Or freedom of any kind, a case easily made as they put my generation and the others behind me into never ending debt.

Remember an America that welcomed free expression of opposing ideas?



This week, following his speech, Rush said reports were that the 22 million people who listen to him everyday had nearly doubled. It couldn't be verified, but the number was being vollied.
I don't care of you listen to him because you hate him, just listen. He speaks truth. And truth, because it has an authority and power all it's own, never returns empty.

Read my lips, no more earmarks

Broken campaign promise #57,233: no earmarks.

Steven Crowder, ladies and gentleman

Guns! Guns! Guns! and a Snickers eating Michael Moore



Okay, yeah. I could definitely be friends with this guy. I'm planning a day at the shooting range soon.

Rush 101, part 4

This is coming late tonight. My apologies. Life happens around here...at least sometimes. And since this is more of a hobby, or perhaps a divine calling (you decide), work that produces little dirty green pieces of paper with dead President's faces on them must take precedence.

So here is the fourth installment of "The Speech," what I from here on out will recall as a pristine moment of conservative truth.

Ladies and gentlemen, the only Rush Limbaugh.

President Uncouth

He's so suave. So debonair. So coooool and European. He just oozes sophistication, along with the rancid stench of cheap.

During their first official visit to the White House, British Prime Minister Gordon Brown and his wife, leaders of America's most loyal and important ally, came bearing gifts for the President, as is customary.

British PM Brown brought Obama an ornamental desk pen holder made from the oak timbers of the Victorian anti-slaver HMS Gannet, once named HMS President, as well as the framed commission for the HMS Resolute, a vessel that symbolizes Anglo-US peace after it was saved from the ice packs by Americans and given to Queen Victoria.
And just to show his utmost respect for the US Presidential office and it's new holder, Brown also presented Obama a first edition set of the seven-volume classic biography of Churchill by Sir Martin Gilbert.

That was one thoroughly deliberated, honored, and priceless set of gifts.

So what did Obama give Brown?
A collector's set of 25 classic American movies on DVD.

I'm not kidding. Movies. Isn't that sold on Amazon?

If I were the British, I'd be ticked. Heck, I'm American and I'm ticked. What an idiotic, thoughtless, and pathetic gift. And this is the guy going to remake our international image? Countries are going to love us now?
More accurately, the countries who did like us are going to stop.

I'm just curious. But are there any adults in this administration? President George W. Bush was always gracious and respectful. The man had real class. This new guy is just a cheap particle-board imitation.

25 DVDs. Geez. And the British PM Brown isn't even a movie buff.

My Buddy and Me

See Obama. See his teleprompter. He goes no where, and I mean no where, without it.

His attachment to his teleprompter, even to announce cabinet members or at off-site locations or even answering press conference questions, has prompted the Hopenchangers at Politico to report on Obama's pacifier.
For this miraculous orator, the only thing we know he is supposedly good at, the man can't speak without the words being typed out by a backstage team of consultants.
I want to know, who's the Great and Powerful Oz behind the curtain? Because the dude is tanking our economy.

Obama and his new found best friend reminded me of an old 80s commercial.

Rush 101, part 3

More awesome. You won't want to miss a minute of this historic and rousing speech.

Communism, the new cool

Because you might want to wear the hammer and sickle symbol that represents a history of mass genocide, purification of the Aryan Race, bigotry, gas chambers, and piles of dead Jewish men, women and children buried in mass graves.

Adidas is your headquarters for Communist-wear, calling it Marx A-Flex.
The new motto: Even killers can be proud.



Curtsy Conservative Punk

the daughter becomes the mother

My friend just sent this to me with the subject line, "You and Your mom." I grew up with a woman of profound health ideology. No sugar cereal. No candy bars except for special treats. No bready breakfasts. It was two eggs in the morning, vegetables every night, and a monster garden to tend with every summer.
Then, I grew up and moved out and my mom has a "junk" cabinet where she keeps chips and cereals and a bowl of bite-sized Snickers and Musketeers. Albeit, most of the sin food is gluten-free due to my dad's allergy. But believe me, this is not the mom I thought I knew.



My mom tells the story that once, when I was about 8- or 9-months-old, she was playing with me and started "baby talking." I gave her one "have you gone mental?" look, something similar to that baby in the commercial, and she never did it again. Never.

So mothers, eat your vegetables. Your children say so.

Rush 101, part 2

More Rush CPAC speech!

I've considered pulling great quotes from the speech just to highlight. But then I end up typing up the whole dang thing.

So instead, I hope you watch it all. The best explanation of conservatism and how it helps everyone - no matter your political affiliation, sexual-orientation, skin pigmentation.

Mad Money really...uh...angry

"Amateur hour" is how Jim Kramer, CNBC Host of Mad Money, describes Obama's lack of concern with a plummeting Dow Jones. We're under the 7,000 mark. UNDER. Just before the Democrats took control of Congress in November 2007, we were over 14,000. A year and a half later, American money is melting faster that those polar ice caps I keep waiting to destroy us all.

Here's a piece of Kramer's quote via Gateway Pundit:

"Until they realize that their agenda is destroying the life savings of millions of Americans, then all I can give you is caution... I'm not saying Mr. President go stare at the Bloomberg quote machine and come to your senses. I just want some sign that Obama realizes the market is totally falling apart and that his agenda has a big hand in that happening. I don't know about you but I felt it everywhere I went this weekend... A young kid took me aside. He said I was right when I said we've elected a Leninist... I felt the total lack of control we all feel right now, the, "It's out of my hands but where's the authority?" The, "Hey it's amateur hour at our darkest moment."

The whole thing is worth a two-minute listen.



I'm with Kramer but not holding my breath. Obama sees the Dow Jones as a political poll, saying he isn't paying attention to the market's "fits and starts."

Obama said he is not measuring policies against "the day-to-day gyrations of the stock market," but by whether lending is flowing more freely, businesses are investing and the unemployed are going back to work.

All these brilliant people he's appointed to surround him and Obama is missing a point of basic common sense: these "gyrations" mean the loss of wealth for Americans, all Americans, from our investments, our 401K, our future. Not just the super rich. Not even the upper-middle class.
This is the loss of dreams and hopes and plans for hard-working Americans who have sacrificed to put money aside, to save, to invest, in hopes of returns later. And now...no returns. The only thing left to remember is the sacrifice.

The Dow Jones is not a popularity poll. It's the marrow of Americans' investments. And his policies of "tax and spend", "control" and "nationalize", are killing it.

I'll remember Obama's sentiments next time I visit my parents who have sacrificed for years in the hopes my father would be able to retire someday. He turns 62 on St. Patty's Day. I'll be sure to wish him happy birthday and send the President's compassionate condolences to my father who now has no retirement, no rest in his future.

The bringer of "hope"? How absurd.

the ZO Master

Who's like Hitler? - Not Rush Limbaugh

Rush 101, part 1

Rush Limbaugh spoke at CPAC this weekend. The speech was iconic. In fact, many conservatives bloggers and pundits are simply calling it, "The Speech, 2009".
It outlines what is conservatism and why it benefits EVERYONE. He was charming and humorous and the crowd just went crazy with cheers and standing ovations pushing the speech from 30 minutes to an hour and a half.

You want to feel hope from an orator, as well as know hope exists, then welcome home. Even if you've never heard him speak before, don't even like him, or prefer to avoid him all together, this speech will, at the very least, inform you. It's riveting. And though I'm not one for sitting and listening to long speeches, this had me at every minute.

I'm going to post two clips each day this week, reaching the finale on Friday. If you want to hear it all now, go here.

Ladies and gentlemen, the only Rush Limbaugh.

Tulsa Tea Party: compassionate conservatism

No broken windows, no rioting, no graffiti, no police, it had to be conservatives.

A crowd of frustrated taxpayers skipped lunch on Friday to gather at Veteran's Park and follow our Bostonian legacy: express our opposition to control-hungry, money-greedy government.

I've heard the argument that Obama is compassionate. Someone tell that to his brother living in poverty in Kenya. When did government become the new church? When did we start trusting the federal government - the birth canal of wasteful spending - with our money? When did government officials who don't even know you become more capable of spending your money than you?

I spend my money the best. I know how to shop for bargains. I know how to cut one end to make the two meet. I happen to be an adult, not a child. I've learned through MY life experiences how to survive when things get tough and tight and meager. I can make my dollars stretch, even as they disappear, so that I'm not a burden on my family or my community or my country. Me. I can do that with the help of God.
Just like the majority of Americans in this country who depend on themselves, not the government.
And when it comes to giving, I know exactly where my dollars go, and it isn't for researching pig odor in Iowa or controlling crickets in Utah. My giving is my choice. I know how and where to give so that my dollar does the most good.

My parents gave me a gift, they made me earn everything.
Want a pair of Doc Martin boots? Find a way to pay for them. I did yard work one summer.
Want a car? Find a way to pay for it. I dipped ice cream.

And now, as an adult, if I want something I find a way to make it happen. I work hard. I get creative. I use some ingenuity. And when I can't figure out a way, I DON'T GET IT.
So when I do have money, I spend it wisely, I appreciate what I have, and I respect the property and work and lives of others because I know what kind of sweat goes into it.

How is that a bad lesson to learn? To practice? How is making people a slave to government somehow compassionate? It isn't. It creates passivity, mediocrity, and dependency. True success, individual success, is stolen from them.

So conservatives aren't compassionate? So untrue.

And to prove at least one of my points, I'm interspersing my pix from Friday's festivities with a few statistics found by independent social scientist Arthur C. Brooks, a professor at Syracuse University, in his book, "Who Really Cares: The Surprising Truth About Compassionate Conservatism," reported in a George Will column from March 2008.

Taxes do not equate to charity and Obama doesn't equate to compassion.

From Friday, a few of my favorite protest signs:



• Although liberal families' incomes average 6 percent higher than those of conservative families, conservative-headed households give, on average, 30 percent more to charity than the average liberal-headed household ($1,600 per year vs. $1,227).




• Conservatives also donate more time and give more blood.



• Residents of the states that voted for John Kerry in 2004 gave smaller percentages of their incomes to charity than did residents of states that voted for George Bush.



• Bush carried 24 of the 25 states where charitable giving was above average.



• In the 10 reddest states, in which Bush got more than 60 percent majorities, the average percentage of personal income donated to charity was 3.5. Residents of the bluest states, which gave Bush less than 40 percent, donated just 1.9 percent.



• People who reject the idea that "government has a responsibility to reduce income inequality" give an average of four times more than people who accept that proposition.



"If support for a policy that does not exist . . . substitutes for private charity, the needy are left worse off than before. It is one of the bitterest ironies of liberal politics today that political opinions are apparently taking the place of help for others," Brooks warned.