Today's poll: Freeze? Super idea. Really. Super.

Promising the moon and then breaking your promise didn't work for Obama. So he's moved right into promising next to nothing, while assuring everyone it'll be the moon.

It appears no one believes him. They must be racist.

One of the key new initiatives in President Obama’s State of the Union speech is a three-year freeze on discretionary government spending, but voters overwhelmingly believe the freeze will have little or no impact on the federal deficit.

A new Rasmussen Reports national telephone survey finds that just nine percent (9%) think the freeze will reduce the deficit a lot.

Look at it this way, those 9% are probably ACORN workers who will vote several hundred times in the next election.

Always look for the silver lining.

RP: Obama buying off terrorists?

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RP: President Reprimand

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The Burpee

Mike Rowe from "Dirty Jobs" making his Richard Simmons debut. Even in the worst situations, you just want to be around this guy. Though you may not want to attempt his exercise regiment.



I'm going to have to do this now. I knew that would happen.

RUSH: Barack, let me be your father

It's like a dyslexic Luke Skywalker and Darth Vader.

Today, Rush read a letter to Obama. And it was poetically stunning. I listened to it twice and I'm listening to it again. Rush gives Obama advice, mingled with constructive criticism and straight-talk.
It reminded me of my own father's "instructional" talks when I hadn't been a very good girl. (That was rare, by the way.)



You can read the transcript. But it's so much better hearing it from Rush.

VIDEO: Tea Party, the movie

Having not seen it yet, I can't give you a thumbs up or down. I do know for a fact, however, that James Cameron didn't direct it and Shia LaBeouf won't be starring.

Justice Alito during Obama's SOTU: Not true

Duct tape may be used during the next Obama speech. Darn those Supreme Court Justices. They can't stop mouthing their dissent while Obama's lying about them.



The Supreme Court ruled in Citizens United v. FEC that companies cannot be muzzled during elections because they are protected under the First Amendment.

Last night, Obama said the decision

"open[ed] the floodgates for special interests — including foreign corporations — to spend without limit in our elections. Well I don't think American elections should be bankrolled by America's most powerful interests, or worse, by foreign entities."

Of course, that isn't true. Foreign entities cannot make political contributions. That law hasn't changed. Thankfully, Obama doesn't let something like truth and legal ignorance stand in his way.

UPDATE:
Linda Greenhouse of the New York Times gives an explanation of Obama's wrongness.

This time, Justice Alito shook his head as if to rebut the president’s characterization of the Citizens United decision, and seemed to mouth the words “not true.” Indeed, Mr. Obama’s description of the holding of the case was imprecise. He said the court had “reversed a century of law.”

The law that Congress enacted in the populist days of the early 20th century prohibited direct corporate contributions to political campaigns. That law was not at issue in the Citizens United case, and is still on the books. Rather, the court struck down a more complicated statute that barred corporations and unions from spending money directly from their treasuries — as opposed to their political action committees — on television advertising to urge a vote for or against a federal candidate in the period immediately before the election. It is true, though, that the majority wrote so broadly about corporate free speech rights as to call into question other limitations as well — although not necessarily the existing ban on direct contributions.

RP: Obama Black?

Right Pundits article.

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Obama Black? Chris Matthews forgot for a whole Hour

RP: Barney and the Alien Defense

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Barney and the Alien Defense

Obama, 6th Graders, and TOTUS: what could go wrong?

There are days my job is too easy.

The Daily Show With Jon Stewart	Mon - Thurs 11p / 10c
Obama Speaks to a Sixth-Grade Classroom
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I neither did nor could make these things up. Yes, Obama took TOTUS, two of them, to a classroom to address 6th Graders while on a mission to change his standoffish and disconnected image.
Afterward, he asked the teacher when she'd be serving milk and escargot.

Obama: explaining the B+

"I'd rather be a really good one-term president than a mediocre two-term president," (Obama) told ABC's "World News" anchor Diane Sawyer in an exclusive interview today.

What if you are neither? What then?

Steven Crowder, ladies and gentlemen

Crap that's funny and equal part's heart-wrenching.



Think compassion. Think American military.
And if you can't do it for our soldiers, do it just to tick Sean Penn off.

Today's poll: No tears for departing Dems

Democrats hoped you'd miss them when they were gone. That's not exactly what's happening.

A CNN/Opinion Research Corporation survey released Monday also indicates that 7 in 10 Americans believe that the Democrats' loss of their 60 seat supermajority in the Senate is a positive move for the country.

If only Democrats had a transformational-type leader, someone eloquent and suave, historic even, a good speaker, a personality to represent their party that was adored by the media and celebrities. And it wouldn't hurt if he could also be Asian or Indian or some other minority.
But where will they find someone like that?

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My Right Pundit articles for the reading. Click the links and follow me down the rabbit hole.

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The Scott Brown Boon: God, White Guys, and Pick-up Trucks

It's good to be Right

Great news!

No, I'm not richer, skinnier, or married. All in due time, my friends. What I am is a contributor for RightPundits.com. Patrick McCain offered me the position on Friday and I grabbed it, squeezing the blood right out of the blog position with my greedy, little hands.

What does this mean? It means I'll be blogging more. Yeah! It also means my posts here might be more sporadic. I don't know, honestly. I'm still working on the balancing act that is my freelance career. After two and a half years of working for myself, I don't love my boss any more than the first day. But we've worked out an amiable tolerance for each other.

I love it here, however. Love it. This is my space, where I relax, loll about, roll up my pant legs and dip my toes in the water. And it's always warm. This is where we sit around in my living room, comfortably chatting while cranking open a few bottles of wine and many poignant conversations.
So I'm not going anywhere. Where would I go? This is the only place on earth where my sarcastic mouth has full reign and won't get me fired or firebombed. Well, firebombed yet.

There will be some transition, which I believe will be a great thing. In fact, you'll love it. I love it. And we'll all love it together and pass around our peace pipe.
I plan to blog here about more topics, not just politics, but heavy on the politics, too. Also, I'll be posting links to all of my RightPundits.com articles so you can visit me there, as well.

Thank you to each of you for always taking this journey with me. I have no idea how I fit all of you in my car. But onward we go.

Tara Lynn

Quote Them

"Were we directed from Washington when to sow, and when to reap, we should soon want bread."

Thomas Jefferson,
really, really smart guy concerning human tendencies


PS All these government takeovers are making me hungry.

Obama: the fading celebrity

John Travolta is a great example. First he was hot. Saturday Night Fever, with it's revolutionary dance and revolting profanity, rocked the young hipster to fame. He was the 70s personified.
Then he wasn't anymore. When the style and culture of the 70s went the way of taunts and snickering, so did Travolta. He rarely surfaced unless in a movie with a talking baby.

But soon he rose again. Pulp Fiction, another revolutionary yet revolting cinematic achievement, resurrected his name. He was everywhere and starring in everything. Travolta was hot. He was the suave, nonplussed Chili Palmer in Get Short, the deceptive Maj. Vic 'Deak' Deakins in Broken Arrow, the adorable yet tragic romantic George Malley in Phenomenon, and then he was Michael, a warrior and immortal with great dance movies who also happened to smell like cookies.
Travolta's name became a cultural force, strutting to a Jazzy tune so unlike the classic yet predictable symphonies of Tom Hanks or Harrison Ford. If he got his groove on, the audiences flocked. Cheers followed. And a simple interview became a chance to see Travolta do his "cool" bit, usually accompanied by a brief yet ever-so-sly dance move.

Then, like the 70s, the 90s ended and Travolta went back into the cold shadows of teasing and irrelevance with the 2000 release of Battlefield Earth, followed by Lucky Numbers, Swordfish, Be Cool, Wild Hogs, and eventually a stint as an obnoxiously unattractive female lead in Hairspray.
With the last decade ending, Travolta only has ten more years of hokey roles before he surges again. By 2020, expect another Oscar nomination, John.

It's hit or miss with celebrity status. One movie might make you, another might surely break you. This is why countries do not gamble their futures on the outcomes of two-hours of acting. It's too risky of a venture. The star could make one simply idiotic statement, which is generally quite easy for them to do, and the entire future of their work is jeopardized - taking the directors and producers and grips down with them.

That's Obama. He's a politicized Travolta, really hot then really not. He sold the American voter with reverberating speeches that said nothing during a time of terrible discontent. He played the role of a Messiah, while the public took his acting seriously. He had his own song and dance (or just dance, like on the Ellen Degeneres Show) and dazzled the media with the flip of his hair and the romance of his fame.
His spoke one-liners with the velvety vibrato of a seasoned actor, taking his clues from George Clooney and his kisses from Chris Matthews. Oh, he was dreamy. People swooned at the mere sight of him, journalists talked of "crushes", history was being completely rewritten, and for a brief time, Obama was the highest-selling product, ironically created in a capitalistic society which he despises.
But with all shooting rises to glory, the damp, ashy chill of burned-out stature eventually hails down upon the huddled masses - sticking in their hair, getting in their eyes, coating their skin with soot, and clogging their nostrils with the smell of broken promises and sulfur dioxide.

The actor can't act. The dancer lost his groove. And the President can't govern.

When you spend $8+ for two-hours of worthless drivel, you walk out frustrated and vowing to never watch the actor again. When you work from January 1 to April 13 solely to pay for taxes which are wasted on frivolous projects and special interests, you vow to never vote for the current candidates again. When your President raises the debt ceiling to $14 Trillion, while simultaneously attacking private business, you march on Washington and ignite a revolution.

These days, John Travolta (no insult intended) is more popular than the President. A major majority, 77 percent, of investors feel Obama is anti-businesses, while Rasmussen reports:

RASMUSSEN:
Obama Approval Index: -18
Strongly Approve 25%
Strongly Disapprove 43%

Total Approval: 45%

Oh well. By 2020, expect another Nobel nomination, Barry.

the Bush Wonder Years

It was 1989, the year Jerry Seinfield introduced us to the complexities of 'nothing', when Michael Keaton wore a lot of black and called himself Batman, and Ronald Reagan left the bickering of DC for the eternal summer days of country rest.
He earned those days.

I was 12. I cried.
Reagan had been my President since memory served. He had the presence of a timeless figure, a man whose voice still evokes tears whenever his speeches replay the words, "My fellow Americans."
He was my President. No one else would fill that position. And to this day, no one has.

I didn't have the same grieving when George H.W. Bush left office. Perhaps I was older, wiser, more jaded. I liked him. I respected him. I did not mourn the silhouette of his figure behind the Oval Office desk.
And when Clinton left office, my only thought was how thoroughly the White House staff would need to clean the carpets.

George W. Bush stepped into the role, returning class and respect to what had become a hub of intern trysts and one "gate" after another. Men wore ties. Infidelity wasn't discussed. And we all returned back to the business of a nation. It wasn't about a personality any longer, it was about our country.
That never changed. And after 9/11, we stood behind President Bush, digging our heels into the dirt right beside him, and growled our resolve to the enemy. This would not happen again. This would never happen again. Terrorists had crossed the line of our tolerance. They would feel the bitter sting of American wrath, a force of rightness in the world, a strength of character, a defender of life against evil. We'd attack and be glad of it.

Suddenly, it felt like Reagan had returned. Nations who should fear us, did. Nations who didn't support us were ignored. We'd go it alone. We had done it before. And with Bush leading the way, never apologizing for our existence, we once again had the right to live our lives, love our lives, and defend our lives against hatred.

It was a great run, President Bush. And now one year after you've left, I can't help but think back to that last walk along the White House corridor. I watched your swagger and felt 12 again. I felt fear and sadness. Nothing would ever be the same. What had been grand and fine, whole and gleaming, would once again fall within the hands of incompetence and vainglory.
We would embark upon a future with a man of twisted ideals and swollen arrogance, watch as our nation changed from a serious, capitalistic nation, to the splash and pomp of frivolous personality swooning. It would be like watching the red carpet at the Oscars each and every night. And trying to take it seriously.

In the meantime, we have fought for our right to make our own choices, to shove the meddlesome nose of government out of our decisions from lightbulb to vehicle, from house loan to health care.

So thank you President Bush. Thank you for keeping us safe, for loving this country and it's people, for doing your job first and being President second.

Sir, it's been a long year. But to your lazy, restful days in Texas, enjoy. You earned them.

***********

The contributors at the Big sites did a fantastic job of remembering, comparing, and honoring President Bush. It was a lovely trip down memory lane and, of course, a brutally cold wake-up call. I've listed the links below. Every article is worth the read from the first consonant to the last. It's sweet to remember when a President was a servant, not a celebrity.

- George W. Bush...Idiot
- Rethinking Bush: After the MSM's relentless assault, the President still stands proud
- ONE YEAR AGO: the Death of Class
- President Bush answered the calling of our time

Not kidding. All excellent reads. And start with the first. It's poetically, sarcastically, accurate.

Kids give Obama poor grade

They use to sing him songs. They wrote him letters. They embraced change and hope because liberals, who can only argue with emotion not ideas, love to manipulate the children.
Well, the children aren't necessarily cool with being manipulated. Give it enough time, even kids know Mommy and Daddy are working harder and making less.

Via TIME Magazine:

TIME FOR KIDS and KidsHealth wanted to know how things are going for you. To find out, we went straight to the source. We asked 1,000 kids, ages 9 to 13, about life at home, at school and in the U.S. What we learned surprised us, impressed us and reminded us that being a kid isn't always easy.

National Issues

Our country's leaders work to improve the U.S. and the world. How are they doing? Here are the grades kids gave them. Kids also graded President Barack Obama on his first year in office.

Obama's Grades:

* A: 19%
* B: 30%
* C: 24%
* D: 10%
* F: 16%

Mr. President, the children aren't agreeing with the B+ rating you gave yourself. In fact, 50% gave you a grade lower, with a good majority flunking you entirely. Yikes. Time to contact the NEA and amp up the indoctrination.

Kids' Hopes and Dreams

Most kids say they will choose a job based on how much they will enjoy it. But if kids could have one wish granted, many would ask for money. Why? "So my mom wouldn't have to work so much," one girl said. Here are the jobs and wishes at the top of kids' lists.

What Kids Wish For:

* Health: 7%
* Happiness: 7%
* Travel: 6%
* Fame: 5%
* Long life: 5%
* Money: 27%
* Possessions: 15%
* Better World: 8%
* Other: 20%

They don't seem to be embracing the whole "spread the wealth around" idea. Obama needs to give another speech. Then, maybe Jesse Dylan could direct another music video with Will.i.am and Scarlett Johansson singing the words of Obama's speech with a monolithic worshiping tone in a sterile, haunting black-and-white video.
That should take care of it. Then children won't care if their parents are strained, stressed, and working all the time instead of being with their family.
Just a speech. That's all they want.

"I don't want my family or any other family to have to worry about unemployment."
-Kristi, 11, Hartland, Wisconsin

Brown and the American love affair

I can't hear them. But I can.
Perhaps the breeze is carrying the victory cries from Massachusetts to my dear Oklahoma. Perhaps it's just a sinus infection and that's ringing in my ears.
Either way, I'm shouting right back. Not verbally, of course. People are sleeping. But I'm shouting nonetheless. Scott Brown won tonight. He swooped in, or rather drove, and snatched a juicy tenderloin from the claws of liberal history. He took a large tube of white out, bigger than those palmable bottles from Office Depot, and washed away the stain of a belief long worshiped by one party, long abhorred by another.
He shouted the Kennedy right out. No more ring around the Constitution.

There aren't many words to describe the feeling, outside of "Oh yeah!", "Woohoo!", "Yes!", and my more indigenous, "Yessiree."
Brown won. And as the media demonizes him with the parroted script of being either stupid, racist, or a hater, conservatives will love him all the more. We'll grin not-so-secretly when we get the head-nod from a GM truck driver. He's our guy because he's us, wrapped inside a boyish excitement, firm backbone, and clear speech.

He's us.
And over the many decades of being called extremists, of our sharp-edges rounded by RINOs, of our ideals being cast time and again in the devil's role, we actually forgot ourselves. We looked in the mirror and recognized the face, though the eye-color had changed, the smile dropped a bit in the corners, and nothing would get rid of those crows feet.
We thought we were dying. Alone. Unrequited in our passion for our nation, our history, our devotion to the American spirit of the individual.

Then Scott Brown came along, just like Sarah Palin and Glenn Beck and Andrew Breitbart and Pajamas Media, and romanced us. We weren't old any longer but renewed, fresh, young and desirable - a truth we harbored secretly all along, too shy to admit it to our neighbor. And in turn, they harbored the same secret, too.

So thank you Scott. Thank you for the chocolate candies and roses and sentimental cards left on our doorstep. Americans are remembering how much they love themselves, love their country, and see this nation and it's ideals as quite a catch.

Big kiss.

Not Evil Just Wrong premieres in T-Town

What is global warming about?

Not the planet. It's cooling.
Not people. They need industry.
Not freedom. It is in the crosshairs.
Not truth. They want to 'hide the decline'.

So what is this global warming obsession about?



Control. Always about control.

Not Evil Just Wrong premieres in Tulsa on Thursday. If you are in Tulsa, here's the info:

When:
Thursday, January 21, 2010
7:00pm - 8:30pm

Location:
ORU - Learning Resource Center - Room 236

If you are not in Tulsa, here's the website link to learn more. Attendees to any Not Evil Just Wrong premiere are encouraged to drive gas-guzzling SUVs to the event.

Voting for the Brown candidate

I hate to see prejudice in this country. Oh, it's ugly. But all these Coakley supporters (well, there are some), are supremacists against the first Brown conservative candidate in Massachusetts. They don't want a Brown man filling a rich, Kennedy democrat seat.
Pure bigotry. So ugly.

The people, however, are speaking today. They are voting. And we'll soon find out if sickening prejudice will win or if Massachusetts voters will judge a man by the content of his character.

So far, it looks mighty interesting.

Here is Massachusetts with Coakley.



Here is Massachusetts with Brown.



Any questions?

Quote Them: Cliff Claven on hippies

"This isn't the Democratic party of our fathers and grandfathers. This is the party of Woodstock hippies. I was at Woodstock — I built the stage. And when everything fell apart, and people were fighting for peanut-butter sandwiches, it was the National Guard who came in and saved the same people who were protesting them. So when Hillary Clinton a few years ago wanted to build a Woodstock memorial, I said it should be a statue of a National Guardsman feeding a crying hippie.

John Ratzenberger,
"Cliff Claven" from Cheers during a Scott Brown rally in MA

PS LOL! It's time to create an endangered list of people. Let's start with government grants to celebrities with common sense and intelligence. Award Ratzenberger the first.

Roberts opens very large mouth, inserts foot

NBC interviews her on the red carpet. She belittles NBC on the red carpet. Is that from poor manners or simply too much pre-Golden Globes celebration?



Not that I particularly care about Julia Roberts or NBC. But I see this as a prime example of why Roberts, like her fellow thespians, are paid to read scripts written by someone else.

Weapons of Mass Proselytization

Christians are so sneaky, embedding our secret Christian code in secret Christian ways to secretly force nonbelievers to accept Jesus Christ and then brainwash them to believe it was their idea.
Never trust a nun. They're the sneakiest.



The Michigan-based company Trijicon provides gun sights to U.S. military weapons, obviously used by U.S. Troops, as well as in the training of Iraqi and Afghan soldiers.
Here's where the sneakiness comes in.
At the end of the gun sights serial number, in the same font and size, are sneaky codes like "JN8:12" or "2COR4:6", which references scripture in John and II Corinthians.
Of all the low-down dirty...yet rather irrelevant stunts to pull. Clandestine Christians and their clandestine brainwashing. Next thing you know, this company will admit to being a Christian company on their website.

The company's vision is described on its Web site: "Guided by our values, we endeavor to have our products used wherever precision aiming solutions are required to protect individual freedom."
"We believe that America is great when its people are good," says the Web site. "This goodness has been based on Biblical standards throughout our history, and we will strive to follow those morals."

ABCNews, in a rather serious take on the entire incident, talk in abhorrence about how all these scripture references refer to Jesus as "the light of the world." Oh the awfulness of it! Oh the angst!

The company has always included the inscriptions, a move by its founder Glyn Bindon, a devout Christian from South Africa who died in a 2003 plane crash. At least since 2005, the company has been providing equipment to the military. That must explain the mass conversion of radical Muslims to Christianity in Iraq and Afghanistan. I hear Bin Laden has been holding mass inside the caves.

The comments from Michael "Mikey" Weinstein with the Military Religious Freedom Foundation is what finally gives air and sunlight to these devious Christian tactics.

"It allows the Mujahedeen, the Taliban, al Qaeda and the insurrectionists and jihadists to claim they're being shot by Jesus rifles," he said.

It's true. I've heard many terrorist, right before blowing themselves up, screaming, "Your Jesus rifles missed me!" While others, when faced with this powerful weaponry, plead for their lives, "Please. No. Not the Jesus gun. Shoot me with anything but the Jesus gun."

"This is probably the best example of violation of the separation of church and state in this country," said Weinstein. "It's literally pushing fundamentalist Christianity at the point of a gun against the people that we're fighting. We're emboldening an enemy."

To think terrorists are being forced to notice these secret codes on the weapons, somehow able to not only see these serial numbers and bible codes, but know what they reference all while staring down the barrel of a gun. Then, these terrorists are forced to find a bible, to look up this coded scripture, and to read that Jesus is "the light of the world". It's heinous, truly heinous. We might as well be waterboarding them with holy water.
And here I was, living my clandestine Christian life, thinking one of the worst violations of church and state in the military was when Major Nidal Hasan, who openly professed his hatred for America and openly embraced radical Islamic beliefs, was never dismissed from the military under fears of political correctness and subsequently allowed to murdered 13 American soldiers at Ft. Hood while screaming, "Allah Akbar."

Hecklers not TOTUS scripted

What's a politician to do when a response to hecklers isn't transcribed on his teleprompter?

This.


Anyone else noticed the Obama fire sending tingles up Matthew's leg wasn't present? Obama not only didn't keep the crowd and situation under control, he simply stopped. At one point, he walks away from the podium. Was that a hissy fit?
I can't be sure. I'm not familiar with what a grown man giving a hissy fit looks like, unless it's Michael Moore. But that poor guy just needs more veggies in his diet.

In the end, Obama goes with the chant, "We're alright. We're okay. We're alright." I'm not sure if he's referring to himself and the crowd or his many personalities. Either way, it reminded me of an elementary school teacher trying to settle down her classroom after recess, not a President capable of handling negative reaction. None of it is surprising, only disappointing.

Yet what I found most disturbing, even beyond the heckling, came near the end. Obama admits he doesn't know the Republican challenger, Scott Brown's record. He has no idea about the man, has he done a good job? Has he adequately represented his constituents in the state congress? Has he been upright and transparent? Has he been honest with his donations and tax dealings? Has he shown any talent for working with Democrats and Republicans alike? Does the man have a history of serving his state, and thus nation, well?
Obama has no idea. He's simply campaigning against him for one sole reason: Brown's a Republican who doesn't support ObamaCare. He won't vote to pass it and he won't lay down and stamp "approval" on Obama's ideas.

This, my friends, is the Washington politics as usual that Candidate Obama promised would not occur. This is the antithesis of the change that ignited his voters. This is a man who presents absolutely, without difference, exactly to a carbon copy, the doppleganger of all liberals that have come before, the politician of nothing new.

This is the Obama from his Senate days that voted "present". This is the little man behind the curtain who had been mistaken for the Great and Powerful Oz.

Quote Them: Cheater edition

"I tell you what, if I lived in Massachusetts I'd try to vote 10 times. I don't know if they'd let me or not, but I'd try to. Yeah, that's right. I'd cheat to keep these bastards out. I would. 'Cause that's exactly what they are."

Ed Shultz,
MSNBC commentator and pumpkin eater

PS My hats off to Shultz. If I wasn't busy using my hands to type this response, I'd give the man a hearty clap. He's a liberal. Of course he would cheat. They can't win unless they cheat and lie. It's like ham and eggs. They go togehter. And what a peach of a guy to be honest about it. Bravo Eddie. Bravo.
Now, why don't you talk to us about your tax write-offs.

Quote Them

“When we see what we did at the climate summit in Copenhagen, this is the response, this is what happens, you know what I’m sayin’?”

Danny Glover,
actor and earth communicator

PS No climate treaty was signed so the earth quakes and kills 50,000+ in Haiti. If you litter, expect high winds and bad hair.
If the earth is such a heartless, spoiled brat, we should just let those polar ice caps melt.

Todays poll: Obama buyer's remorse confirmed

Look at it this way libs, he's got three more years to tank the economy, apologize for our country, bow to dictators, ignore terrorist attacks while on vacation, pass slush funds disguised as stimulus, increase our debt burden, send captured terrorists to Yemen for additional training, and push unpopular legislation through Congress during 1 am votes.
And while doing all of it, he'll make lots and lots of speeches. You love his speeches, remember?

A year into his tenure, a majority of Americans would already vote against Pres. Obama if the '12 elections were held today, according to a new survey.
The Allstate/National Journal Heartland Monitor poll shows 50% say they would probably or definitely vote for someone else. Fully 37% say they would definitely cast a ballot against Obama. Meanwhile, just 39% would vote to re-elect the pres. to a 2nd term, and only 23% say they definitely would do so.

Has the transcendent figure now become just dent?

Stewart loses torture argument...a lot

The next time you hear the name John Yoo, I hope you remember this interview. He's been attacked, stalked, harassed, and demonized by the left for his legal memo authorizing waterboarding, the same tactic that stopped another second terrorist attack in Los Angeles.

He's calm, intelligent, level-headed, personable, and has an easy sense of humor that left Jon Stewart completely disarmed. He wanted to nail John Yoo. In fact, he wanted it so badly he offered an apology to his left comrades because Yoo “slipped right through my fingers. It was like interviewing sand."
Actually, Stewart, it's like interviewing an individual with more class, sense, and education than yourself. Yoo also has truth on his side, which is rather disarming when you don't.

Content warning: this is the unedited version.

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Let's compare ourselves for a moment to our enemies. Just a moment.

We, America - at what Jon Stewart thinks is the worst thing ever - poured water up the nostrils of three terrorists to stop a second terrorist attack in Los Angeles that would have killed thousands. Had they been willing to cooperate, the technique never would have been done. This wasn't a matter of CIA thrill-seekers having some fun. You cooperate, you get a clean bed, hot food, plenty of rest and relaxation. You refuse to give intel that will save thousands of innocent lives, you get asked questions until you answer.
Also worthy of noting, psychologist had to be present during the interrogations to insure these poor, murderous souls weren't suffering any psychological harm. American intelligence are forbidden from causing any permanent physical or emotional harm.

Now, lets review our enemies.
They cut off our heads. First, however, they might gang rape you.

Why are we even having this conversation?

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The majority of American people think waterboarding is torture? Really?

According to a new poll conducted by Rasmussen Reports, 58 percent of those surveyed said that they want the federal government to waterboard terror suspect Umar Farouk Abdulmutallab, the man accused of trying to set off an explosive device on Northwest/Delta Flight 253 as it approached Detroit.

Stewart needs to get out more.

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In the end, Stewart concedes to the fact he isn't informed enough on legal or historical documents to understand the situation placed before the Bush White House, though he still calls it torture evident by his "I hope you get a chance some day to write humane briefs."
Sadly, he still doesn't get it.

What is humane is not allowing more innocent victims in the United States or Afghanistan or Iraq or England or... What is humane is stopping the murderous actions of a group of extremist who live to hate, to spill blood, to kill, to take life. What is humane is protecting a nation and it's people - like Pres. Bush did - that has been placed under your care.

What isn't humane is treating mass murderers with compassion while treating their future victims with indifference.

Mr. Stewart, I can guarantee you, without a second's hesitation, you'd waterboard anyone on the verge of killing your son. As you should. Why can you not have the same love and compassion for other families that you have for your own?

There is evil in the world. And it appears only conservatives are willing to fight it.

Did Cameron steal "Avatar" from 1994 Dean Koontz book?

It took Cameron 15 years to come up with an idea so formulaic, he had to make the characters blue to create difference. Then again, perhaps he didn't come up with the idea at all.

Here's an excerpt from a Dean Koontz novel from 1994. Hmmm....about 16 years ago. Interesting.

To set up the scene (and this includes a few spoilers), a nameless government agency employs a man named Roy, who - in his spare time - uses compassion has a holy reason for ruthless killing. Stressed over work? He'll shoot you in the head so that you no longer have to be stressed. Confined to a wheelchair? He'll pop you for the good of mankind and to relieve you of the your burden of living.
Roy is a fascist. And to understand the twisted logic of anything from Communism to Fascism to even Compassionate Government, you need to understand the insane thought process of a man like Roy.
Or just read Dean Koontz book, Dark Rivers of the Heart.

This is the passage that has Avatar written all over it.

(Roy) took comfort from the knowledge that if he were to die, he would go to the great cosmic party and be welcomed by so many friends whom he'd sent ahead of him with great tenderness. For Eve's sake, he wanted to live, but to some extent he longed for that higher plane where there was a single sex, where everyone had the same radiant-blue skin color, where every person was perfectly beautiful in an androgynous blue way, where no one was dumb, no one too smart, where everyone had identical living quarters and wardrobes and footwear, where there was high-quality mineral water and fresh fruit for the asking.

Roy wants everyone to be blue, as does Cameron. He also wants them not too smart, i.e. not all that technologically advanced like...say...the Na'vi, but not too dumb either. Oh, and can the men and women look pretty much the same? God didn't quite get the gender idea right, making them both so different. Thankfully, Cameron fixed that.
What I really want to know is, why be so prejudiced against purple? Huh? Or coral? You lavender bigots.

“I’ve heard people say this film is un-American, while part of being an American is having the freedom to have dissenting ideas,” Cameron said, prompting loud applause from a capacity crowd at the ArcLight Hollywood.

Exactly. Yet you want a world with none. No dissenting ideas. No ideas, period, unless they are yours.
Liberals, like Cameron, want a world where everyone is punished for accomplishment, punished for excelling, silenced for differing opinions, then homogenized and living the exact same lives. Thinking the same, speaking the same, all the same. Should our uniforms have buttons? Or hook and eyes?
This is what they want for everyone...except themselves.

Roy was a pudgy fellow, unattractive, rather plain in most circumstances. Yet he'd murder others for holding these same attributes. Mediocrity for thee, not for me.
These Hollywood loudmouths, like Will Ferrell or Jim Carrey or Matt Damon or James Cameron, are Roy - minus the killing. They practice the same self-righteous hypocrisy, bemoaning supposed greed while making tens and hundreds of millions to entertain (though often not well) an audience for two hours.
That's fine. Make your money. Have success. Live your life. Splurge where you want. Give where you want. Live however you want. But do not revel in your lavish, carbon-gluttonous lifestyle while beating others over the head because we prefer toilet paper to reusable clothes, or making our own money to begging from the government. Basically, try not to be such a hypocrite.

What makes America great, Mr. Cameron, isn't only the dissenting ideas, it's the freedom to also live them.

Edwards: You come here often?

Oh how the mighty-haired have fallen.



Things aren't good for little John. The book, "Game Change", is publishing all kinds of tantrums and escapades by the Edwardses (notice the plural). And now the National Enquirer is reporting John Edwards can't pick up a chick in a bar. Whatever happened to the line, "Hey there. I'm John Edwards. Google me."
Nope, things aren't looking good.

While still publicly not admitting paternity of his love child - who turns 2 in February - the disgraced former presidential candidate shocked eyewitnesses by recently spending several consecutive nights trawling bars in search of women.

He was looking for stimulating conversation and a sympathetic ear.

In a bombshell exclusive interview with The ENQUIRER, bartender Stephanie Breshears revealed that Edwards repeatedly tried to get her to go back to his house for sex. The 34-year-old divorced mother-of-two said Edwards hit on her "for four consecutive nights" at the local Kornerstone Bistro, where she works.

He's doing field work for ACORN. Got to get out that vote.

"I think he's scum," Stephanie told The ENQUIRER.

No, that would be the product residue on his hair follicles.

Meet Scott Brown

If you haven't gotten into the Massachusetts race yet, it's time to pop some popcorn and enjoy. Scott Brown may be the game changer. If he wins, he could break the super majority the Democrats hold in the Senate. That makes Harry's knees knock because he's wagered his entire political future on ObamaCare. And that is one boondoggle that needs every vote.

Here's a peak behind the scenes. Massachusetts rallying for a Republican? It's possible this is the end of the world.



During the one debate, Brown nailed the soundbite of the year. Possible one that will go down in the political pantheon as a golden phrase twist.
But putting aside the fact is was good, it was also right.



Could a man like this actually represent Massachusetts? We'll know in less than a week. Expect six more days of thuggery from the left.

Coakley thug an O appointee

Just shocking. An Obama appointee not being the peaches and creme we've come to expect from the White House? Say it isn't so.

The competition has become downright...well...junior high'ish from Martha Coakley, the Democrat running for Ted Kennedy's old Massachusetts seat. She's not happy because she's losing. Currently, the Republican challenger Scott Brown has wiped the floor with her, raising $1 million dollars in one day alone.
And what is Coakley's platform? "Uh...but that other guy's a Republican. Did you hear me? Re-pub-li-can. I'm a Democrat. I own that seat."

It isn't really working. So instead, implement Phase Two. Bring in political thugs to push reporters from conservative publications around. How exactly is that a winning strategy?
Here's the video.



The thug is Michael Meehan who shoves the Weekly Standard reporter down into a metal fence, then picks him up, then body checks him by pushing against him the entire time the reporter is trying to move past him. What buffoon thinks beating up reporters is a good idea?
This one.



And why is the bully nerd important? Gateway Pundit has the answer. And you'll find it here:



I've met Meehan before, in seventh grade I think. He was the kid always steeling everyone's lunch money.

The 33rd of them

We do it. For those of us who do, we do it and can't help ourselves. We ruminate. We contemplate. We take this annual event of a birthday and dissect our life and all the planets that rotate around it. That's what we do.
Or at least I do.
Today was my 33rd. At some point in time, though no one tells you when, you're suppose to start hiding your age for reasons not exactly clear to me. I suppose it's to fool your laugh lines into thinking they haven't yet been cued. Back behind the curtain, you.

This year, however, I really didn't contemplate. I took a year off. A few days prior to the annual rumination, I had a thought at the precise moment you balance on the sharp blade that delegates sleep on one side and consciousness on the other, and the thought took the wind out of me. I realized, resting in the most docile manner upon my pillow, that I was a control freak.
C.O.N.T.R.O.L. freak.
The spasm of the idea shoved me back to consciousness. How can one sleep when calling oneself such awful names? One can't.

So I started ruminating early. And this is my conclusion: I was right. I want control, I'm bloodthirsty for it. Perhaps we all are, from our rantings about never having enough money, never having enough time, never fulfilling our destiny, never reaching that perfect Utopia of existence. If only we had more...(fill in the blank). What we really mean is "control".
That's me. All these turns and pirouette and spins I do, it's all a dance to romanticize life into my control, like a mustached hypnotist with a pocket watch except without the mustache.
This fervor, this adrenaline to mold the world into a small cylindrical sphere of individual freedom, then to hang my own galaxy within it, would be a dream. If only I could get control. If only I could wrap my fingers around the source of resistance. If only life did as I said. Heel. Sit. Roll over. If only I could take the wheel and trade the vehicle in for more horse-power.
If only what I wanted to do, what I felt compelled to do, could somehow make a difference not only in others' lives, but also mine.

And oh what destruction I could bring about to my own life. What ruin. Think ashes. But worse.
When the reality finally came, long after sleep had thrown in the towel, I gasped at the thought. Me? In control? What a riot. I shouldn't be if I would, I can't if I could. I'd screw it up. Trust me.
This tittering life, even here in the freest of all nations, is not within my control. And when you zoom down from the planetary picture, into the blues and greens of the landscape, closer still until roads begin to form, lower as houses take shape, directly into the heart of my residence, right upon the very space I occupy, I can control nothing. Neither should I try. Neither should I stress when I can't.

This wasn't about giving up. Not about quitting. Not about seeing the world and all it's sparkly problems and throwing up my blunt fingernails in a gesture of despair. Not about sitting on my fat round and ignoring reality because that's easier, less exhausting, and gives you more time to watch Chuck and Lost and Burn Notice and The Office and whatever else that magical tube spurts out for evening entertainment.
Instead, it was about doing what I know I must - whatever that heartburn of calling is telling you to do, whatever possibilities whisper without rest into your ear, whatever is within your grasp if only you could conquer fear. Doing it. And then accepting the results, whatever they be. Even accepting the possibility of their absence.

Life isn't about my personal goals and how much closer I've reached them from last year to this. And it certainly isn't about what others believe should be my personal goals and why I haven't reached them from last year to this. (I'll neither name the "others" nor their "goals".)
It isn't about my plans. It isn't about getting it all within my uncommonly-strong-for-a-girl grasp. It's about doing what I know is right, never growing weary with the activity, and letting God take care of the results even when they are quite unseen.
It truly is about the fight. It's neither our burden nor responsibility to worry with the outcome, only to protect and defend the area immediately at the end of our toes. That is why I'm here. That is why, no matter how many directions my business pulls me, I wrap it up and come back. That is why I'm not leaving. This is my ground, this small plot of land within the entire soil of earth. This is mine. And I'll be here until my Commander-In-Chief (that's God, by the way) orders me elsewhere.

So tomorrow: more political sarcasm. I have an unending flow.

Nothing but Foxnet

Here is one tiny piece of evidence, minute really, to reaffirm not everyone on the planet has lost their minds. (the bold is mine)

CABLE NEWS RACE
WEDS., JAN 6, 2010

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This is why liberals aren't into results. They don't have any.

Bombs, okay; Honey, no way

From those lovers of reason at Reason.TV, a public service announcement from the TSA.



I've been on seven planes in my entire life. Only seven. And despite my curly hair, girlish dimples, innocent blue eyes, and angelic heart of gold, I've been scanned. That odd wand was waved up and down my body while I looked at my friend sitting in the waiting area and gave her a look that said, "I'm being discriminated for my cuteness."
Yes, I was a potential threat. Perhaps it was that bomb I had in my underwear. Wait...no, that wasn't me.

Jail better than freezing freedom

When the weather gets cold, Joe Baker goes bad.

 

And I thought I had a lot of bad hair days.

Steven Crowder, ladies and gentlemen

Laughing warms you up. It also releases carbon which will eventually kill us all by bringing about the Apocalypse. Or something.
But for this guy, I say bring on the end. Steven, you're up.



Thank goodness we can laugh. Had this Islamic psychopath succeeded, nothing about this would be funny. But since he didn't. HAHAHAHAHAH! His pants are on fire!
That rhymes with something.

Harry the Hypocrite

It isn't Harry Reid's liberal agenda that irritates me. It isn't even his lies. It's his girly-man voice. I can guarantee you the man has a cold, clammy, creepy handshake. Eeew.



So Harry is chastising, in 2006, his own actions in 2009. Darn that YouTube.

the C-Span lie, with a circa 1980s flashback

Who here believed him? Raise your hands.



Why does he remind me of Max Headroom?



Jake Tapper from ABC and another reporter from NBC asked Gibbs today about why the President is refusing to do what he so adamantly campaigned to do - broadcast ObamaCare discussions on C-Span.
Gibbs won't answer the question, instead getting testy to the reporters who ask. Ingrates! How dare you question The One and his minions. He's been gracious enough to let you take pictures of him, put him on your magazine covers, and slobber over his pecs. Show some appreciation.
Video here.

David Brooks: You're dumb and I'm smart

I've never paid much attention to David Brooks. I can't see myself being thought-policed by a man still wearing circular spectacles from 1995. But that's just me. I'm one of the dumb masses.
Brooks has built himself as an intellectual Republican. He disdains the conservative movements. We're only ill-educated, redneck throngs that his party must put up with to their great dismay and disgust. As long as we keep voting Republican and keep our mouths shut, then he'll suffer through a few handshakes as long as he's gloved and armed with disinfectant.

Truth is, David Brooks is one of the last fringes of snobbery clinging to the thread of a class trying to be important within the liberal circles by creating a smaller pond. They couldn't hack it against Lefty showstoppers like Bill Maher and Katie Couric and Comedy Central, so they cleaned out the conservative piranhas from the Republican pool and jumped in. Conservatives - whether Democrats, Independents, or Republican - have made due with Republican Royalty table scraps for years. Not because we don't demand more. It's because we're too freakin' busy taking care of ourselves, working our jobs, keeping this country running, and paying all the taxes so David and his comrades can sit at their special tables in their special restaurants sipping their special coffee and smacking their unspecial mouths about what ignoramuses we all are. And we've done nothing to stop it because....well, we've got better things to do. Like living.

Finally, at long last, conservatives have reached the end of their patience.

And how does that make David Brooks feel? Apparently, superior. Of course, he feels superior all the time so nothing should be upsetting his apple cart. The Tea Party Movement, however, is.

The public is not only shifting from left to right. Every single idea associated with the educated class has grown more unpopular over the past year.

Golly, us here unedumated pursn's are startin' to talk and stuff. Its'a still a free country, ain't it? Uncle Jed says so.

The educated class believes in global warming, so public skepticism about global warming is on the rise.

Requirements for the educated class: ignore opposing evidence, silence dissenting opinions and studies, blind yourself to record-breaking cold temperatures, stick your fingers in your ear when anyone talks about the fraudulent data, and try the "lalalalal! I can't hear you! lalalalala!" as the other half of the scientific community denounces the findings. In other words, stay ignorant.

The educated class supports abortion rights, so public opinion is shifting against them.

Educated people kill their own children. Devaluing life and ridding the world of our future eggheads is the smart thing to do.

The educated class supports gun control, so opposition to gun control is mounting.

Educated people so love gun control. That is why they don't carry guns but hire bodyguards to do it for them.

The story is the same in foreign affairs. The educated class is internationalist, so isolationist sentiment is now at an all-time high, according to a Pew Research Center survey. The educated class believes in multilateral action, so the number of Americans who believe we should “go our own way” has risen sharply.

It's the educated class in the fields fighting two wars while President Bend Over plays rounds of golf. Meanwhile, men walk onto airplanes and light their shorts on fire, terrorists are released back into Yemen to be terrorists again, and if captured after killing thousands of Americans, we pay for the terrorists' attorneys and hold public trials. If we went along with that in silence we'd truly be idiots.

A year ago, the Obama supporters were the passionate ones. Now the tea party brigades have all the intensity.

A year ago, the Obama supporters were the ones high on emotion. Like all drugs, it wore off leaving a country with dry mouth and a hangover. The Tea Party Protesters have always been intense. You, and those educated pythons with your camel-like tendencies of spitting on anyone within reach, had simply not been listening. Now, suddenly, you are. In other words, you've been willfully ignorant. Yet again.

The tea party movement is a large, fractious confederation of Americans who are defined by what they are against.

They are defined by what they are for - the individual.

They are against the concentrated power of the educated class.

Don't be mean to the eggheads, ya'll. It's hurting their feelings. The educated class can't hack criticism.

They believe big government, big business, big media and the affluent professionals are merging to form self-serving oligarchy — with bloated government, unsustainable deficits, high taxes and intrusive regulation.

That sounds about right. We've got national debt careening out of control that even China says the entire wealth of the world can't sustain. What do our friends in Washington do? They pass more spending legislation, legislation to support their special interests, legislation to pad their own pockets, legislation so sodden with pork fat it's causing sporadic blood clots to any Congressional aide who touches it.

Oh David, David, David. Here's why I don't like you. You're an egotistical snob incapable of admitting when you're wrong. Instead, you'd rather sit upon your cultural throne of being a "Republican" loved and slobbered upon by the liberal media. Heck, you are the liberal media.

That is your passion. That is your goal. Not the welfare of this nation or it's people. You, David, are only concerned about you. For that, I shan't listen to another pompous word. Or, better yet, spoken in my native uneducated tongue, "lalalalalala! I can't hear you! lalalalalala!"

Brit Hume: Jesus sparks powerful reaction

Yesterday, Brit Hume gave Tiger Woods a piece of advice. Not in arrogance or judgment. But in honest concern and care for the man and his family. And it was this: find Christianity and find the forgiveness and redemption you need.

His comment emblazoned the blogosphere. Brit responds on O'Reilly. Very powerful and clear-cut statements, very Brit'esk at Brit's best.



It's pragmatic. It's honest. It's this: Jesus can take what Satan meant for evil and bring about great redemption. He, and only He, brings beauty out of nothing but ash. That is the message here. What Brit did absolutely squeezed my heart. He spoke freely and openly, offering heartfelt help to Tiger Woods, a man he honestly hopes to see reunited with his family and restored.
And he's scorned for it?

Like Brit said, Jesus always makes a stir. He's powerful. He's so powerful that His very name makes evil tremble. We cannot speak it and expect nothing to happen. And we can't believe in Him and expect the world to love us. He is truth. And truth neither needs to make you feel safe or justified or right. Truth simply is. It cannot be proven wrong, it cannot be tainted. It's whole and complete, a bedrock of authority in itself. It doesn't need you. It doesn't need anything. Maybe that, putting us humans in the place of powerlessness, a place we've fought against since Eve and the apple, is why without God, we cannot accept truth peaceably. It will enrage and infuriate until it's accepted.

Thank you Brit for giving me an example of a loving Christian. You are right. If we are to love as Christ, then what we should want above all else is for everyone to know Him. And everyone includes Tiger Woods.
Sad that showing true compassion is no longer recognized.

Jobs, jobs, jobs. Fail, fail, fail.

Tell me again what government spending does? Because it isn't about job creation.



My roommate overheard this video when I was viewing it. She asked, "Are they reading the same script?" Yes, it's called liberal talking points. And it never changes. Not in decades. It's follows the same script since the formation of it's political movement: government is the answer.
Then it screams at us to ignore the results.

They don't seem to realize the American public are now deaf.

2010. Here. We. Go.

It's amazing how exhausting watching the world crumble into pieces can be. Personally, I recommend lots of naps.

I took an extended holiday vacation from liberal insanity. It's incredible how easy it is to simply tune out the entire world and focus on yourself. You pretend everything is fine. Nothing's changed. America is still America. We'll always be America. And this is simply a blip in our long history of freedom and stability.

No wonder we've created a culture to ignore the political world. Let's obsess about celebrities and weight loss fads and the latest blockbuster movie instead. It's easier. It's also what's gotten us here, to a place where government runs amok spending money our unborn haven't even made yet. Then telling us how we should be giving more...to the government. How paying taxes is patriotic. How the government knows best, while twittering away billions on bridges that go nowhere.

So I could only break for so long. Eventually, seeing what I've seen, I had to come back. And what did I find? Well, that's what TaraLynnThompson.com in 2010 is all about.

Thanks for tuning in. Now hold on tight. The ride is about to get bumpy.