Death or life? She chose...

Pamela Cook was diagnosed with breast cancer.....at 16-weeks pregnant. Doctors highly recommended an abortion. What did she do? Click and find out. She shared her decision on the X-Factor Australia. And then she sang. Oh yes, she sang.

VIDEO: It's political season. Let the wow's begin.

The first half gave me chills. Partially from the amazing, dramatic video quality. Mostly, however, because it was real. Instead of a dramatic lead-in to a catastrophe movie, one with Will Smith in some kind of solitary hero role where his naked abs would at some point make an appearance, and at least one beautiful, buxom women would be soot- and tear-stained, this was life as we know it.

No mega-superstars. No low BMI female. Just us. Our life. Here. Now.

Then, the last half hit. And I couldn't help it, I cried. I did.
Now understand, I'm a bit weepy today. These things happen. Women cry. No further explanation is necessary, though there is one. But this video. My gosh. I actually felt hope. Yes. Hope. That sentiment we were promised from Obama and cruelly denied. (Though we didn't believe him. Well, many of us didn't.)
No, I felt the hope of America. That hereditary pioneerism. That hard work ethic and perseverance and American exceptionalism that looks at the worst of times and says, "Hell, no. This will not stand." And, instead, beats away the victimology and, when up against the mountain, digs a hole through it.



Does this mean I endorse Rick Perry? No. At least not yet. But I am wholly and most passionately endorsing an America where we are free to dream, to work for that dream, and to reap the rewards from that work.

Sarcasm you can believe in

Speeches, speeches, speeches.

They bored me in high school. They put me to sleep in college. When stuck enduring one in a business meeting, I mentally write my grocery list. In networking schmooze-fests when trapped by a walking/talking company brochure, I feign choking on an ice cube.

Yet politicians still think speeches have value. Shrug. Good thing no one expects results from a President or he'd never break 80.

Since I may only be on this planet for 90-plus years or so and, therefore, simply don't have any extra time to spare listening to another Obama speech, I found this. It's the gist of O's brand new, revolutionary, never-before-tried-except-consistently-for-the-last-three-years-not-to-mention-during-several-other-liberal-presidencies jobs plan with enough salty sarcasm to cure pork.

Here's an excerpt that goes great with two eggs sunny side up.

Obama, whose Democratic spending priorities have pushed the national debt beyond $14,000,000,000,000, said it was important to curb spending and keep to the deficit reduction plan agreed to earlier this summer while also investing in, you know, many important things.

He then provided a joint session of Congress with a broadly ambitious list of goals that sounded to many people very much like a lot more spending, like, say, the $787 billion economic stimulus bill of 2009 that didn't stimulate much of anything except that national debt.

With the national debt already increasing $3 million every minute of every day, Obama wants to repair and modernize 35,000 schools. Obama wants $35 billion to go toward salaries for teachers, firefighters and police.

Obama wants $140 billion largely to update roads and bridges. Obama wants another $245 billion in business and individual tax relief. Obama also wants to extend unemployment benefits.

And Obama wants it all right now. Seriously. Now that his Martha's Vineyard vacation is over, this situation is urgent.

In the meantime, Americans should follow Obama's lead - take vacations, play golf, travel, talk, talk some more, and avoid responsibility.
If it's good enough for the President, it's good enough for me.

Made in America! Or China or whatever..

So he sends jobs overseas. He shuts down American plants. He lays off American workers. He leaves Americans desperate for work and employes thousands in China. Fine. Got it. But Bill, he sits on a council. A council, Bill. A. Council. Where he sits. In a chair.

I'm so freakin' impressed.

Steven Crowder: What a gas.

Yesterday it took $51 to fill up my tank. Actually, it took $51 plus change. I just don't remember the change. In fact, after the number $51 appeared I haven't been able to remember anything. I awoke this morning lying in a field of dust-covered daisies. I have no idea how I got there.