It's oil. It's an ocean. It's a mess. But what's important here is that Obama cares.

My roommate works around media all day. She sits in a room with wall to wall televisions and has CNN and FoxNews and CBS and NBC and ABC calling her all day with news feeds. Book it, they tell her. Book it now.

The other day, coming home from yet another day of dealing with news networks, she says, "Do these networks have staff members who watch the other networks? They all report on exactly the same thing."

That they do. As a former and reformed newspaper journalist myself, I use to marvel at their mockery. Mockery of each other. Like my Aunt Shirley's bird which will repeat anything you say.

Courtesy of Rush, here's an example of their squawking about Obama and his "feelings" concerning the Gulf of Mexico oil spill, not his actions. If said in unison and at different pitches, could they be a barbershop quartet?

RUSH: Okay. So now he's surrounded by a bunch of people that are lying to him. He's surrounded by people are not telling him the truth. BP's not being candid with him. "Certain people on his staff, maybe some people in his cabinet have not been candid with him. He needs to go investigate this and find out what it is and what he does we'll get a lot of action. I think that's a man who cares." By the way, that's a media mantra. Let's go back, we got a little montage here, grab sound bite number six. Short little montage here but this is the latest media mantra on Obama as they try to cover for his lack of concern about this.

SUZANNE MALVEAUX: This administration, A, cares about this.

CARVILLE: This is a man who cares.

PLAQUEMINES PARISH PRESIDENT: I truly believe he cares.

DIANA SAWYER: ...to show that he cares.

DAVID GERGEN: President Obama clearly cares.

Thou dost protest too much.

a Love Letter to Capitalism

Free Enterprise. Yummy. Wish I ate pork.

Rancher: 1/2 million illegals caught on my property

And while the FoxNews interviewed him, a truck pulls up with illegals waiting for the news crew to leave so they can cross.

With the flow of multiculturalism crossing this rancher's property lines, the UN should consider hosting their next meeting at his ranch.



Yep. No illegal immigration problem. This guys is obviously just racist. He's white, you know. All whites are automatically racist. And that's not racist to say.

Quote Them: Jeremy Irons fears Earth

“One always returns to the fact that there are just too many of us, the population continues to rise and it’s unsustainable. I think we have to find ways where we’re not having to scrap our effluent junk and are a really sustainable planet...I suspect there’ll be a very big outbreak of something because the world always takes care of itself."

Jeremy Irons,
actor really, really concerned about people being willing to "drop their standard of living". Or else the planet will rub you out like a grass stain.


PS Mr. Irons, if the earth is out to get anyone, it will focus first on people, like yourself, with seven homes. One of which is a pink castle. Pink? Really?

Just saying. Watch your back.

the Sestak Lie Timeline

In February 2010, Sestak tells radio talk show host Larry Kane that the Obama Administration "dangled a high-ranking job in front of him" to drop out of the Pennsylvania primary race against Sen. Arlen Specter.

By March, Obama Press Secretary Robert Gibbs had been asked five times in three weeks about the possible bribe. And five times he refuses to answer.

Months continue. No answer. No statement from the White House. Sestak goes totally silent, refuses to name exactly who offered the job. Gibbs keeps saying he's looking into it. He's asking. He can't say anything for sure. He has no details.

Wedesday, May 26, Seven Republicans on the Senate Judiciary Committee call for a special prosecutor to investigate the illegal, impeachable actions.

Thursday, May 27, Obama is asked about the Sestak offer during his press conference but refers to a White House statement coming "soon" and will not answer the questions.

Also, Thursday, May 27, Obama has lunch with Bill Clinton.

Today, Friday, May 28, the Obama White House issues a statement giving Bill Clinton - the infamous, impeached perjurer - the blame for offering Sestak a job, an unpaid job. And Sestak, losing his press shyness, comes out in agreement and suddenly everyone remembers the exact details and how innocuous they all were.

It's obvious who picked up that lunch tab. What I want to know is what else was on it.

"I guess we know why Obama and Clinton had lunch yesterday, to get their stories straight..."
Rush Limbaugh

NRSC Ad: Never Again

Smooth, jazzy. This ad is like sitting in a darkened club, mellowed lamplight only, listening to the base instruments warm and hearing a man in monotone recite, rather poetically, the utter lunacy of Obama's doublespeak.

I'd go to a club like that except I have nothing suitable to wear.

Quote Me: pointless and random

When listening to "Silent Lucidity" and mopping my kitchen floor, I have a terrible desire to stand on the brink of a bottomless, silent canyon in a thunder storm and smell lemons.

Todays poll: Arizona boycotts suck

Boycott? Not so much. People aren't into it, CNN discovered. Their poll found 82% would not participate in the boycott against Arizona and Arizona-made products due to their illegal immigration law.

And while we're on the subject of illegal immigration, CNN also discovered, I'm guessing much to their chagrin, that Americans are in direct opposition to Obama and his administration. The poll found 76% want illegal immigrants in the country decreased, while 60% want illegals in America deported.

Someone needs to pass that message onto Calderon or Chavez or Castro so one of them can pass it on to Obama, since the President refuses to speak with Arizona Gov. Jan Brewer.

SEIU, coming to a front porch near you?

This you just have to watch from beginning to end. I cannot exceed the righteous indignation of an eloquent Megyn Kelly. But I'll nod my head in agreement. Maybe offer a few, "that's right"s. Or "yep"s.

Basically, the girl can handle anyone without additional comment from me. Take it away Megyn.

Via Story Balloon


Here is the point. SEIU is out of control. And with all the thought and talk and focus and obsession given to Tea Party protests, there have never been any arrests, any problems, any invading of personal property and scaring children from Tea Partiers. None.

The only problems occurring at those protests happen when purple-shirted, purple-faced SEIU members show up bringing thuggery. Then people have been beaten. Scratched. Clothes torn. Pushed. Bruised. And harassed.

Now they are coming on to personal property unapologetically. As Megyn puts it at the very end, "and apparently, there's no stopping them." She was being sarcastic, by the way.

And far as their "peaceful" demonstration and the police not seeing anything, Nina Easton, FORTUNE Magazine editor, lives in this neighborhood. Next door, in fact. This is how she described it:

Last Sunday, on a peaceful, sun-crisp afternoon, our toddler finally napping upstairs, my front yard exploded with 500 screaming, placard-waving strangers on a mission to intimidate my neighbor, Greg Baer. Baer is deputy general counsel for corporate law at Bank of America (BAC, Fortune 500), a senior executive based in Washington, D.C. And that -- in the minds of the organizers at the politically influential Service Employees International Union and a Chicago outfit called National Political Action -- makes his family fair game.

Waving signs denouncing bank "greed," hordes of invaders poured out of 14 school buses, up Baer's steps, and onto his front porch. As bullhorns rattled with stories of debtor calls and foreclosed homes, Baer's teenage son Jack -- alone in the house -- locked himself in the bathroom. "When are they going to leave?" Jack pleaded when I called to check on him.

Baer, on his way home from a Little League game, parked his car around the corner, called the police, and made a quick calculation to leave his younger son behind while he tried to rescue his increasingly distressed teen. He made his way through a din of barked demands and insults from the activists who proudly "outed" him, and slipped through his front door.

"Excuse me," Baer told his accusers, "I need to get into the house. I have a child who is alone in there and frightened."

I love cops. I've worked with cops for years. I'm friends with some amazing cops. But no cops saw anything? Everyone left peacefully? The protesters, all 500 in 14 buses, converged on the lawn, yelled a little, and promptly left before police could arrive?

Something stinks in Suburbia.

Donaldson's madness about Calderon's hypocrisy

I wonder if Jack Tapper, surrounded by supposed journalists like Sam Donaldson whose absurd critical thinking skills could possibly be side effects of hairspray poisoning, looks around at his co-workers and thinks to himself: I'm Alice. And they are all Mad Hatters.

In this video, not to be distracted by Donaldson and his derangement syndrome, is a rather pressing point made by George Will.

Mexican President Felipe Calderon is preaching to America, who coddles their illegal aliens like incompetent children within our lush bosom who are in need of a warm bottle and a blankie, while his own country has been sited by Amnesty International for human rights violations against immigrants.

Also, important point. Calderon receives $81 BILLION a year in international aid from the US due to his poverty issues. Keeping his population flooding our borders for refuge makes him cold, hard cash.

Follow the money. In politics, it isn't difficult. It leaves a pungent stench.

Eastwoodian Politics

The political tone is changing. No more sniffles and limp rhetoric. No more sob stories for the weak at heart. No more emotional voting. As Ayn Rand once realized, we are entering the era of the mind: clarity, conciseness, realism, results.
This voice among the politically verbose makes adjectives sound like stale, white noise. Stale with an acidic stench.

In other words, I think voters are sick of having their time watered down. They want politics served straight up. Not shaken, not stirred. And hold the rocks. Even if it's going to burn, let it. Then we can decide whether or not we'll order another.

Here is another fantastic "here I am, do something about it" ad. This man isn't giving himself an escape hatch out of his opinions. He's straightforward. He's pointed. If you don't like that, don't vote for him.

In the back of my mind, I'm wondering if Ayn Rand's men of the mind ideal forgot to focus on one major attribute. The men. Perhaps this, also, is the era of their return.




And here's the latest Christism. During a recent press conference, a teacher complained to NJ Gov. Chris Christie - my favorite politician at the moment whose name I may need to tattoo...on my Trapper Keeper notebook - that she should be getting $83,000 a year, by her estimations.

“You’re getting more than that if you include the cost of your benefits,” Christie interrupted.

When Wilson, who has a master’s degree, said she was not being compensated for her education and experience, Christie said:

“Well, you know then that you don’t have to do it.” Some in the audience applauded…

“Your union said that is the greatest assault on public education in the history of the state,” Christie said. “That’s why the union has no credibility, stupid statements like that.”

Want to make more? shrug. Okay. Do something else.

It really is possible I'm in love with this man. He's embodying an attribute I've often wondered had wilted into a far lesser form: courage. Unfailing, unhindered, glint in the eye, self-confident, bold, "go ahead punk, make my day", Eastwoodian personification.

Men and women, both, admire strength, strength in body, strength in mind, strength in character, strength in resolve. We're desperate to find it. To believe in it. To trust it.

To vote for it.

Because the man's ideals are like a salve to my conservative soul, here's Christie on why he is the beautifully bold man that he is. (The "beautifully bold" part I added)

Quote Them: Woody Allen's Dictator Nonjoke

"It would be good...if (Obama) could be dictator for a few years because he could do a lot of good things quickly."

Woody Allen,
actor, brain, democracy-loving, husband to his daughter



PS This is a good time to remind little boys and girls to never trust a man with ridiculous hair. Or who makes movies for the soul purpose of giving himself all the lines.

Al Gore: Depressing Even While He's Encouraging

Al Gore delivered the graduation commencement speech at the University of Tennessee recently, a time when speakers are brought in to encourage, uplift, and energize the graduates flooding into the workforce.

This is Al Gore being upbeat.

WARNING: Do not watch if you have been clinically diagnosed with depression. If on anti-depression medication, increase the dosage before and after viewing. Avoid this video if you have ever felt blue, slightly sluggish, or experienced a case of the Mondays. Although it is only 1:59, discontinue viewing if the idea of a quick and painless death seem preferred.

the Zo Master

It's simple. It's easy to understand. It's common sense. And it's why he's a conservative Republican. It's why I am, too.

Obama: Daniel Pearl beheading "captured the world's imagination"

Huh? Where's TOTUS?

When this man get's off script, i.e. speaks without a teleprompter, he's a buffoon. Actually, the teleprompter doesn't help much.



Daniel Pearl's brutal beheading didn't capture the world's imagination. It wasn't this "reminder of how valuable a free press is". It was a horrific murder. Evil incarnate. An act of savagery and torture against a man, not because he was press, but because he was Jewish and an American.

Gateway Pundit sets the record straight:

After the Islamic radicals murdered Daniel Pearl they released a video of his beheading. This text was included:

“My name is Daniel Pearl. I am a Jewish American from Encino, California USA. I come from, uh, on my father’s side the family is Zionist. My father’s Jewish, my mother’s Jewish, I’m Jewish. My family follows Judaism. We’ve made numerous family visits to Israel. Back in the town of Bnei Brak there is a street named after my great grandfather Chaim Pearl who is one of the founders of the town.”

There was no concern about his press credentials, only his nationality and his blood line. This was an act against a man for his heritage. It was racism at it's ugliest. As much as Obama loves to throw that word around, this shouldn't be so hard for him to understand.

You want a boycott, he'll give you a boycott

The Los Angeles City Council is fighting for their moral superiority. They might get to light a few candles and enjoy their self-righteousness in the dark.

The LA City Council is appalled at the Arizona Illegal Immigration Law, a law which is simply allowing Arizona law enforcement officers the freedom to enforce the federal law since the feds won't.

The Obama Administration doesn't realize that since they won't read it, a fact now admitted by Janet Napolitano, Eric Holder, and even the State Department. I'd like to criticize Stephen King novels because the man's a jerk. But I can't, you see. Because I haven't read any.

So, what can the LA City Council due to show their solidarity with people who break the law? They can boycott Arizona, the state that provides them with 25% of their electricity.

You don't admire LA politicians for their intelligence. I'm not sure what to admire LA for, certainly not for their $212 million deficit, their projected electricity pay hike, their $485 million budget gap for next year, or their expected layoff of 4,000 city workers that may not even be enough to balance their budget. So whatever minuscule and inconsequential thing that can be found admirable about LA politicians, intelligence can't be one of them.

They to boycott Arizona. Okay. Arizona Commissioner Gary Pierce, in a public letter to LA Mayor Antonio Villaraigosa, says boycotts can go both ways.

If an economic boycott is truly what you desire, I will be happy to encourage Arizona utilities to renegotiate your power agreements so Los Angeles no longer receives any power from Arizona-based generation. I am confident that Arizona’s utilities would be happy to take those electrons off your hands. If, however, you find that the City Council lacks the strength of its convictions to turn off the lights in Los Angeles and boycott Arizona power, please reconsider the wisdom of attempting to harm Arizona’s economy.

LA is begging for a blackout. Which seems odd since the movie industry, LA's sweet corn and dinner roll, requires glutinous amounts of energy to produce and consume.

Again with the missing intelligence factor.

You can read the entire letter at Hot Air. I just grabbed the juicy part.

Political Ads and the Politicans They Love

The Virgin 1 network is launching a show called "The Naked Office," where the teamwork guru gets various companies to force their employees to come to work naked.

Yeah.

What did I do about it? I blogged, of course.

Entertainment has reached an all-time low. So, if that is the only thing on television to watch, I say, "Bring on the commercials!" I'd rather watch the Energizer bunny that some suit not in his suit.

And since television seems so difficult for those in television, let's see what political hopefuls are doing. Here are a few political ads that caught my eye recently. They're weird or creative or just cool. I won't tell you which is which.

First up, the Prize...I mean, Money Patrol. The balloons won't make it all better.



Big checks, good. Big invoices, bad.

Next, the cowboy. Who wouldn't vote for John Wayne. What I wouldn't give to see The Duke duke it out with George Clooney.



Why vote for Dale Peterson? Because he could kick your butt. That's why.

I'm ending with my favorite, a fan video for Tim Burns in Pennsylvania who will know if November is in his future by the end of tonight's primary. This video gives me chills. If anyone can identify the song, send me a message. Or I'll be forced to upload this fan video to my iPod and put it on perpetual replay. Do you really want that to happen?

It's Friday. Brian Regan, take it away.

I love to laugh. Except when there's a mud mask on my face. Like now. Then not so much.

Mosque at Ground Zero, they couldn't build it somewhere else?

It's a "community center with a mosque" at Ground Zero. And we're not suppose to be suspicious?

If you don't want your actions to be questioned, don't do questionable actions. It should have been built elsewhere.



He said the Muslim community condemned the 9/11 terrorists. Anyone else not remember that?

In this war against the radical faction of their religion, where are they? Why are the non-radical factions of the Muslim community not actively involved? Over and over violence is traced back to the Islamic religion. We even have Comedy Central too spooked to draw Muhammad.

And the Muslim community is silent. No condemnation. No comment.

Can you imagine Franklin Graham ignoring a growing faction of Christians from around the world blowing up restaurants, blowing up themselves, training at terrorist camps, calling for mass murder, threatening people's lives when they mock Jesus, making homegrown bombs, attempting to kill thousands in Times Square, killing their children for leaving the Christian faith, promoting female abuse, or lighting their pants on fire in a failed airplane attack? And all in the name of Jesus?

Can you imagine James Dobson doing nothing? Joyce Meyer staying silent? Joel Osteen just smiling through it all?

Okay, Joel probably would.

Ignoring the reality of the evil in this world does not make it go away. It helps it win.

Here is another example of what is now expected, though not verbally voiced, as the normal Muslim reaction:



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Gore protested at UT ceremony

"The scientific process is one that scientists argue all the time about the validity of the data and even more so the interpretation of the data. I don't think there is any fraud involved. Just interpretations of what the data is telling us."

If it's all subject to interpretation and not according to definitive facts, then science is no more valid than the claims made by those brochures that salesmen keep shoving under my front door.

NJ Gov. Chris Christie: I think I'm in love

This guy is winning my heart without even trying. A reporter asks Christie about his "confrontational" tone, and Christie confronts the question with what is vastly lacking in politics and, frankly, many men: brutal honesty without apology.

Dang, that's sexy.

Gov Christie calls S-L columnist thin-skinned for inquiring about his 'confrontational tone'

The man is doing exactly what he said he would do. A man of his word. Dang, that's sexy. Did I already say that?
His undaunted actions to rescue New Jersey from their historic deficits and out-of-control spending is like a love letter to all Tea Party protesters across the US. If the man continues on this path, you'll see a lot of broken hearts when he refuses to run for President. And he has already refused.

Take note politicians. Political correctness is out. Concise words and actions are in. And here's what I had to say about it at Right Pundits.




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Because he made me laugh

Via MommyLife, a great blog from a patriotic mother of 12 with the kind of sharp, no-nonsense, common sense zings only a mom can deliver.

Check out her site if you get a chance. But for now, check out Brian Regan. Funny and clean. Possible? Absolutely. When you're talented.



I love Pop Tarts. I miss Pop Tarts.

NY women go celibate, experience great awakening

Not having sex is sexy. Having sex is not. And New York women apparently need to have terribly degrading sexual experiences to discover this, according to a New York Post article.

No more sex in the city

By MANDY STADTMILLER

Two weeks ago, Katie Jean Arnold had her celibacy wake-up call. After hooking up with a stranger on the L train platform and going back to his place, she woke up at his apartment and decided to leave. On her way out the door, he came up to her, naked, and said the words she’ll never forget: “What’s your name?”

It was then that she made her Big Decision.

No. More. Sex.

Of course, Christians have been saying this forever. But Christians are stupid, of course. Don't listen to them. Sleep around first. Be treated like an object. Feel cheap. Contract a disease or two. Earn those emotional scars. Then not having sex is a well-informed, well-educated, even cosmopolitan decision.

She’s led a sex-free life ever since. It’s not a long time to remain chaste, you might argue, but the 29-year-old musician did a “celibacy cleanse” back in 2003 for eight months and says it made her feel fantastic.

Similar to a colon cleanse. But with incurable sexually-transmitted diseases.

This time, she says she’s going to wait until she gets a record deal and puts out her first album before succumbing to temptation.

Because a record deal makes it classy.

“Not having sex is like giving up junk food,” says Arnold. “Sex in New York for me had become like the 99-cent package of Ding Dongs on the corner.”

She's upgrading to $2 Krispy Kremes.

Arnold is more of a trendsetter than she realizes. In this month’s Playboy, Ashley Dupre says of sex: “I’m very good at it, but I’m saving that.” In April, Lady Gaga said, “I’m celibate, celibacy’s fine,” adding that it was something she wanted to “celebrate” with fans. Courtney Love is also on the no-sex bandwagon, declaring she’s been celibate for four years — adding that without it she never could have finished her new record, “Nobody’s Daughter.”

Good thing we've got celebrities to lead the way.

Less — when it comes to sex — is definitely more, argues Hephzibah Anderson, the author of “Chastened,” a new tome touting the lessons she learned during a sex-free year, from August 2006 to August 2007, a quarter of which she spent in New York.

“By tuning out some of that hyper-sexualized, porn-y clamor, you find yourself tuning into a sort of a subtler romance and being attracted to a different kind of guy,” says the 34-year-old London resident who frequents Manhattan. She was inspired to give up sex right before turning 30 when she saw her college boyfriend walking out of De Beers on Fifth Avenue with a smiling blonde.

Golly. A whole year. She's like a female Ghandi with deplorable taste in me.

“It broadens the erotic spectrum having a contrast,” says Anderson. “Otherwise it’s all full-on the whole time.”

So celibacy is the path to true enlightenment. And better casual sex after you've forgotten casual sex made you miserable.

Nowhere is it more full-on all the time than in New York, where men declare frustration over having to wait more than one date for sex and — as Arnold proved — hooking up is as simple as waiting for a train.

New York. If you can make it there, you'll make it anywhere.

Or showing up for a job interview.

When Miss Teen Alabama 2007 Canden Bliss Jackson moved to Manhattan in August at the age of 19, she was excited about making it in the big city.
She quickly landed an interview for a job as a personal assistant to an international businessman. Soon after, he asked what would happen if they “started to like each other,” offering to put her up in a flat in SoHo, pay for travel expenses and talking about a salary of $120,000. The now 20-year-old asked him, “What — if I sleep with you?” His response: “Well, let’s not say it like that.”

Jackson explained that she was celibate and planned to be so until marriage. He took this as a negotiating technique, responding, “I like that even better. I’ll make it $150,000.”

Jackson quickly asked for a taxi.

Good girl.

“I feel like society has become more sex-focused,” says the Long Islander and Stony Brook University student. “Whatever happened to appreciating somebody holding your hand or giving you a sweet kiss? I love cuddling. The little things can be so much more intimate.”

I can tell you what happened: the sexual revolution. Free love, baby.

Even former dating columnists are saying no to the carnal deed. When 29-year-old media personality Julia Allison went through a very public online breakup in March, she found herself canceling date after date until something finally clicked.

Celibacy was the answer to her problems — and may be the answer for quite a while.

That was some "click". Like a vertebrae snapping into place. And all she had to do was endure a public humiliation to discover this untold secret of celibacy. Thank goodness for humiliation!

“I had man whiplash,” she says. “I needed to put my neck in a brace.”

See? Told you. Vertebrae.

She issued a proclamation, writing on her Web site last week, “I decided to codify my unofficial gut reaction of ‘I really don’t feel like dating’ into an official ‘No Dating, No Sex’ stance, at least for the next month, and perhaps beyond that.”

A whole month. Now that's a way of really giving it your all. Way to go, girl. No sex with random or otherwise uncommitted men who begrudge waiting through dinner or learning your name before having sex with you. And for a full 30 to even 31 days. No more public humiliation for you.

She’s at the point, she says, where she doesn’t want to seek intimacy without the potential for a serious relationship. “I’ve always been against the New York version of fast-food sex. Believe me, come on, please, I’ve slept with guys I don’t love before, but I’ve frankly reached the age where I don’t want to do that anymore. I’ve dipped my toes in those waters, and it’s cold.”

And with age comes flimsy and porous wisdom.

This entire subject is tired. For me, anyway. I'm not sure how much evidence people need before they realize a sexually promiscuous life brings nothing but damage. That celibacy is not only possible, but preferable, outside of marriage. That people are not animals and can control themselves. Yes, people includes men.

And ladies, if you are unsatisfied in your relationships, frustrated with the lack of commitment in men, stop sleeping with them. He'll either commit. Or he'll leave. And you are free to find a man of integrity, purpose, and honor who does not view women like a plastic play toy. Oh, and you'll like yourself more, too. Guaranteed.

Problem solved.

As one woman in the article put it, “But I think it’s harder to not have sex than to have sex.” Exactly. So the men who stick around without sex must think you are worth it.

A moment in the mind of a terrorist hopeful

A second Holocaust? The piles of bodies of men, women and children. The emaciated walking dead. The starved and deprived. The killing of the unarmed and innocent. The massive murder of an entire nationality.

Yes, this Muslim Student Association (MSA) member would be for it. She answered the question honestly when conservative David Horowitz asked her during a San Diego presentation.

Yes.

Conservatives are racist? I think not.



Views of this nature should not be tolerated. These groups should not be allowed. Not for it. When you band together for the purpose of murder and the extinction of an entire race, when these are your views, you don't get respect. You don't get acceptance. You don't get freedom to create a "terrorist wanna-be" group.

Christians form a group and are immediately attacked for "not accepting" homosexuals. Not killing them. Not hunting them down. Not wanting their death and destruction. Just not accepting the lifestyle. And it's called "hate."

What are we to call what this woman and her MSA group espouses? Give me a word if it isn't hate.

Quote Them: Inigo Montoya

Via HopenChange Cartoons, with a little Spanish lingo mixed in.

Arizona's not laughing

Scarlett Johannson drank the Obama Kool-aid during the White House Correspondence Dinner. But not everyone was laughing, like...Arizona.

Secure the borders? Nah. Obama would rather give Earth Day speeches and David Letterman appearances and yack it up about reforming Wall Street when he won the Presidency on their donations.



Someone needs to tell Scarlett about the sugar content in Kool-aid. Calories, calories. Michelle O won't like that.

Regulation Horror Show

This video creeps me out. Maybe it's the voices. Maybe it's the music. Maybe it's the government control.

No, it's the Cheerios.

Policing for Profit

Government: "We're here for your stuff."



I keep hearing these things - the attack of American citizens by their own government - and can't stop thinking about Atlas. About his shoulders. About the moment he decides to shrug.

No offshore drilling says energy expert...Law & Order actor?

Sam Waterston isn't an energy expert. He doesn't even play one on TV. What he does do, however, is demand the ending of offshore drilling and exploration without any ideas of how to...you know...produce energy.




From Ed Morrissey at HotAir:

Waterston doesn’t just want a stop to the drilling that produced this accident, but to all offshore drilling. He doesn’t mention, however, how the US will power the television screens that tune into his show and the vehicles that allow him to fly to Washington to blast exploration

Silly Ed. Hollywood doesn't solve problems. They preach about them.

Solving problems is for the little people, the unglamorous people, the people who drill for oil and produce the energy this nation lives on. The people who provide the mass amounts of energy needed for Sam Waterston to have a job in an industry fat on energy consumption. The people Sam can then demonize with his glasses on the end of his nose, a look that always intimidates when he's cross-examining another actor who's scripted to be intimidated.

Take it away Sam.

Much love, Your Daughter

My Mother, 26. Me, 3 months. What a fluffy ball of pinkness I was.



This is an article I wrote for Mothers Day, published a few years back. I thought I'd give it a repeat performance because my mother deserves all the praise I can lavish on her. Truly. She's an angel.

This is for you Mom, the woman I hope to be when I grow up.

Just like your mother

I don’t remember the first time we met.

First impressions are important, but I was somewhat preoccupied at the time, recovering from birth and all. There was this whole-wide world out there to see, food to taste, air to breathe, crying to do, sleep to be had, fingers to discover. It wasn’t a good time to remember meeting someone, not even someone as significant as my mother.

But every year on my birthday she retells that fateful morning. “I started having labor pains at 2 am…” and that’s where our story begins.

We went through a rough couple of years – her trying to figure me out, me doing the same. She did most of the talking. I just sort of blinked, mumbling odd noises from time to time.

Eventually, we figured out a mother-daughter language and have been speaking it ever since, even 29 years later. (It’s now 33, fyi)

When people ask me about my mother, I usually elevate my voice level to this slightly higher pitched, wispy tone where I give my impression of her saying, “Well, hello there and how are you? Isn’t this a wonderful day? Isn’t life just marvelous? Is there anything I can do for you?”

I make her sound very innocent, very loving, and, as she has pointed out, rather stupid.

She is not in any form nor could ever be surmised as lacking in intelligence. She’s a voracious reader, theological addict, knows every move in the national political arena before George W does, a woman’s bible study leader, recreates heaven with a non-stick frying pan and flour, loves the outdoors and all things green, can turn chaos into comfort, and makes a room more like home just by walking into it.

And she does everything with a smile and pleasant attitude.

She is Mom.

She is the mystic creature that can handle all things great and small. She knows when to hug me, when to simply listen, when to smooth the hair from my face and pat my arm, when I need to hear laughter, when to call, and what to say to always make me stop, make me think, make me evolve into someone a little deeper, a little kinder, a little more capable of being called her daughter.

She is wonderful.

There are few magical memories of my childhood that did not revolve around my mother. She made things happen: You want to create? Let’s make play dough. You want to paint? I have it ready. You want to turn the living room into the planet Nooron where aliens resembling fuzzy bunnies live? Clean it up after you’ve landed back on earth.

Days with her were timeless lessons of morality and judgment, all taught in the classroom of her kitchen, rolling pie crust or snapping green beans. To me, she seemed to know everything and explained it all in my language.

At the time, I thought I was speaking on her level. Eventually, I learned she was speaking on mine.

When the teenage years came, I learned a few inarguables.

First, never talk back to mother. She has a third arm hidden for just such occasions. She medaled in backhanding, winning the Tour de yur Face.

Second, you can’t make it out the door before she comments on your clothes and hair. Forget arguing. It’s a waste of breath. Just pull your skirt down, your hair back, and that sour expression off your face.

Third, no one cares about your broken heart more than Mom. She’s never too busy or too tired to mend your hurting. Keep her up all night crying. She’ll make your favorite breakfast the next morning.

I spent my childhood trying to hurry up and outgrow her, be my own woman, be different than her while being just like her.

As an adult, I finally get it. I’ll never be her. I couldn’t on my best days. She is Mom. And there is no comparison.

Instead, I admire her, how she can touch anyone with just a soft expression, how people gravitate to her for comfort, how she gives of herself without pity or complaint, how her mashed potatoes are always creamy.

She has taught me a few things in life, none more important than honest devotion to my Savior. And then she leads by example.

So for my mother and all other mothers keeping us in awe and wonder at the richness of your heart, Happy Mother’s Day.

You helped us dream big.

Quote Them: Scarlett Johansson's kool-aid mustache

"I was as the White House Correspondents' dinner and Obama was hilarious, actually. He really like, he, we all drank the Kool-aid. We were sold. It was amazing."

Scarlett Johansson,
a girl who texts the President


PS I really can't say this enough: This is why these people are good at reading words written by others. They shouldn't be speaking for themselves. Obama was hilarious?

He didn't write the material, Scarlett. Just like you don't write the material. You repeat it. You don't think those lines coming out of your mouth that you've practiced and rehearsed and memorized are your own, do you? Do you?

Maybe the better question is, what exactly is in that Kool-aid?

President Pottymouth

It has a nice ring to it.

Here's the back story before we get to Gibbs faltering, yammering, ignoring, and general incompetence in ever giving a straight answer. Best. White House. Spokesperson. Ever.

In Jonathan Alter’s “The Promise: President Obama, Year One,” President Obama is quoted in an interview saying that the unanimous vote of House Republicans vote against the stimulus bills “set the tenor for the whole year … That helped to create the tea-baggers and empowered that whole wing of the Republican Party to where it now controls the agenda for the Republicans.”

Republicans, Democrats, and Independents have united to bring attention to their concern about irresponsible government spending. And their President calls them a vulgar slang?

Yep. That about sums it up. And Gibbs doesn't want to talk about it. Ask the President about a filthy term he said? Of course he's not going to do that. How preposterous.



Obama shouldn't be demonizing his political opponents because Obama told us not to demonize our political opponents. The man's statements have so many rapidly approaching expiration dates, he often reminds me of cottage cheese.

Quote Me: pointless and random

A guy I use to work with once asked me, "Don't you ever stop thinking?"

And I replied, "Don't you think I would if I could figure out how?"

Quote Them: Whoopi, not just a name, but a thought process

"What difference does it make if you’re going to bring a baby in and you can’t feed it and you can’t take care of it and then people end up killing their kids?"

Whoopi Goldberg,
abortion advocate who thinks she's a child advocate


PS Whoopi sees abortion has a way to stop all the killing of unwanted children. Because abortion isn't killing unwanted children. It's killing what could become unwanted children before they are unwanted children by stopping the birth of unwanted children so unwanted children can't be born and then later killed.

And all because there wasn't enough food. Anyone else see this analogy more fitting for a dog and her puppies? So to Whoopi children are litters.

How does her thinking process not give her a headache? It gives me one.

Quote Them: the end of the Safe Era

“The desperation of the American elite to avoid the reality that we are at war that we are at war with a religiously inspired group of fanatics that are now connected by the internet and now communicate with eachother across national boundaries. This is really dangerous to our survival to have an elite that is so determined to avoid reality.”

Newt Gingrich,
telling it like it is


PS And in other news....Faisal Shahzad, that poor soul who had his home foreclosed on and is just another religious man upset about American foreign policy so he attempted to kill as many people as possible by blowing up an SUV in Times Square and only failed because God intervened, wasn't unknown to the DHS.
He was on a Department of Homeland Security travel lookout list as early as 1999. When did he get pulled off? After Obama became President. When did he become a naturalized citizen? After Obama became President. Why? Because Obama is President.

The Era of Safety is over.

Investigators from the national Joint Terrorism Task Force as late as May 2004 were keeping close tabs on Fasi...Fuzzi...whatever his name is. What did the man do to put these terrorism investigators mind at rest? What was the deciding factor that this man was safe and could therefore fly on airplanes back and forth to Pakistan?

Who the heck knows.

It likely wasn't his extensive jihadist contacts, like radical American-born Muslim cleric Anwar Awlaki, the Taliban Chief and the Mumbai Massacre mastermind, or Emir Beitullah Mehsud, a key figure in the Pakistani Taliban.

If we've got to be continually attacked by these demons, the least they can do, for pity sake, is shorten their ridiculously complicated names.

"Barack Obama began shutting down Bush-era terrorist investigations last year including the investigation of Faisal Shahzad," said Jim Hoft at Gateway Pundit.

How convenient for Fuzzi. How obliging we are. Maybe terrorism should be eligible for stimulus funds.

Comedy Central: Muhammad is out, Jesus is in

Because Christians don't kill you for cartoons.




Follow me down the rabbit hole.

American Flags not kosher in America

I pledge allegiance to the flag of the United States of...Mexico?




Follow me down the rabbit hole.

Rick Sanchez can read. Comprehension, however, is iffy

He's a talking hair piece. I know. But the man is repetitiously rude. So if I want to highlight his idiocy and he helps me by doing it while on his own show, then this post is kismet.

Here's Rick Sanchez at his best, reading the teleprompter verbatim like any good teleprompter reader does.



That apostrophe s pretty funny period

Why couldn't Faisal Shahzad been an angry white guy? Balding? Beer Bellied? Driving a pickup?

Those Tea Partiers. What an open sore they are to the truth fundamentalists of journalism. They won't attack people. They won't vandalize. They won't break legs and jaws and paint swastikas in beans. They won't even bite fingers off.

How is MSNBC's Contessa Brewer suppose to point out how violent and racist they are if they won't do anything violent and racist? Huh? You tell me. How can she? She wants to show the true colors of these Tea Party protesters, except they won't show their true colors. They just keep assembling peacefully and singing patriotic songs and forgiving MoveOn.org activitists who bite off their thumbs.

How loathsome they are. And now this poor Faisal Shahzad, a man who isn't white, must bear the sins he committed that should have been committed by someone white. I know Contessa. I know. These people are so racist.

BREWER: I mean the thing is is that and I get frustrated and there was part of me that was hoping this was not going to be anybody with ties to any kind of Islamic country because there are a lot of people who want to use this terrorist intent to justify writing off people who believe in a certain way or come from certain countries or whose skin color is a certain way. I mean they use it as justification for really outdated bigotry.

Unlike Brewer, who writes off people who believe in a certain way or whose skin color is a certain way. But she has good reason. They believe in conservative values. And they are white. But not all of them. But some of them. So she writes off all of them.

And so there was part of me was really hoping this would not be the case that here would be somebody who is not the defined. I mean he’s accused he’s arrested you know I don’t want to convict him before it’s time to do so. He’s the guy authorities say is involved. But that being said I mean we know even in recent history you have the Hutaree militia from Michigan who have plans to let’s face it create terror.

Poor guy. Don't convict him yet. I mean he confessed and all. But let's think happier thoughts, like the Michigan militia who are white people.

That’s what they were planning to do and they were doing so from far different backgrounds then what this guy is coming from. So, the threat is not just coming from people who decide that America is the place to be and you know come here and want to become citizens. Obviously this guy did.

He so did. He wanted to be a citizen so badly. And as soon as his citizenship was finally established in April 2009, he spent the remainder of the year in Pakistan training to bomb the US. Oh, he loves it here. It's "the place to be". Until he attempted to set off a bomb in Times Square. Then he was on a plane for Dubai because it's wasn't the place to be.

Quote Them: high like Harrison

In commenting on his seven planes, Ford told CNSNews.com: “I only fly one of them at a time–and general aviation, although it does, use of carbon fuels does contribute to greenhouse gas emissions.”

Harrison Ford,
lover of the planet he's not killing but thinks he is


PS Flying is killing the planet, says Harrison, in a drone-like pitch that made me question the writers until I realized it was all his own shtick. He reads lines better than he communicates.

Only fly one plane at a time, that's how his econuttyness equates to giving the planet love. (For the record, carbon is GOOD for the planet. Ask a plant.) But doesn't everyone only fly in one plane at a time? If anyone knows of a story where a person flew in more than one plane at a time, seriously, I want a link.

Until then, fly with ease. You, too, can love the planet like Harrison. You are clear for takeoff.

Oh Billy, that's gotta sting

Don't mess with a man who frequently wears a bow tie. Those bow tie guys are tough. They're smart. And they've been taking guff about their bow ties for years. So they're resilient, too.

George Will came with facts. Bill Maher didn't. This is what a deer looks like when caught in headlights. Roll tape!



Darn that truth. Darn it, darn it, darn it. Brazil not using oil was so beneficial to Maher's anti-energy narrative. It worked, darn it. It fit. It really gave him a feeling of superiority.

Brazil’s oil consumption averaged 2.52 million bbl/d in 2008

And the love affair has only grown.

The latest Brazil Oil & Gas Report forecasts that the country will account for 32.95% of Latin American regional oil demand by 2014, while providing 28.74% of supply.

Yes, not only does Brazil love to burn oil, they love to produce it, though it appears their love of consumption may exceed their production. Bad Brazil.

And off shore? Oh, they to love to drill off shore.

The offshore Campos and Santos Basins, located on the country’s southeast coast, contain the vast majority of Brazil’s proven reserves.

So what is Brazil going to do with the oil they don't burn, if there are reserves? Sell, sell, sell. And make money, money, money. Then maybe take baths in the oil because they love it so much.

the Watson to my Sherlock

I mean to start my day, everyday, with prayer.

But I get busy. I get distracted. There's breakfast to eat. Emails to return. Blogs to write. Wrinkles to iron out. I really dislike wrinkles.

So this morning, I awakened to a computer that did nothing but run that silly round "processing" icon over and over and over. It sucked me in like a trance. It wouldn't move. Wouldn't begin. Wouldn't cough and hack and kick itself into gear. It just processed and processed and processed, around, around, around.

The motion sickness forced my eyes away.

That's when I started praying. I prayed rather heavily. I found time to pray as I worked on getting my gimpy computer to awaken. I found time to pray while I typed out long emails on my blackberry. I found time to pray as I waited without patience for the dang screen to do something, anything but nothing.

I've had my computer for five years. It's a good little thing. A white thing. A shiny, hard plastic and some kind of filmy screen thing. It's been a good companion, the best of all the laptops I've owned coupled into one, since it's the only laptop I've ever owned. We've laughed and talked and stared at each other for hours. It's possibly the best dang relationship I've ever had.

And today it got a new life. A fresh start. It awakened, yawned, and, with heavy lids, asked me what all the fuss was about? I'd kiss it, except I won't. I'm rather particular about mixing my personal life with my professional one.

It shouldn't have taken the near loss of the only tool required for me to produce an income to scratch a morning prayer out of me. But it did. Are computer glitches really required before I notice my Creator is there and wouldn't mind a simple "Morning! Sure are glad to see you! Thanks for the sunshine and stuff."

Tomorrow, I think I'll fix God a cup of coffee. We can sit back, exhale and chat before the deadlines start tugging at my coattails.