…about the Benghazi emails in March. And he did nothing.
He needs to be thrown out with the Obama baby water.
…about the Benghazi emails in March. And he did nothing.
He needs to be thrown out with the Obama baby water.
No matter who Obama believes he is, even Merlin couldn’t cast a spell that lasted forever.
For the last year, I’ve been sick at heart. People can be such disappointments. The hypocrisy we’ve personally witnessed both close at hand and from afar is enough to turn most folks’ stomachs. The God Business is not for the faint at heart. Add to that watching the foundation of a country that I love crack and crumble a little more each day – no wonder I can’t sleep and my gut churns like I’ve taken a double Miralax with a crack chaser with my morning oatmeal.
Then last week, at the first hint of that swirling mist around Benghazi might lift, Jeff at Protein Wisdom voiced all my disgust in one post. Read it all. I’ll wait.
Since then, Obama’s web of deceit began to unravel. The IRS. The AP. The EPA. The Sebelius healthcare shakedown. And Drudge promises there is more to come. Plenty of linky goodness, so no need to link here.
And right on cue, we get the news that The White House authorized the IRS target practice.
Ace has started a scorecard. Heh.
I feel like Theoden having just been freed by Gandalf from Wormtongue’s tortured whispers.
Now if I could only get rid of this lingering stomach virus…
BREAKING: Even DC is turning on Obama now…
We went on a trip to NY, Long Island, really, to hear GradSchoolGirl’s first graduate recital. The recital was successful, and besides the nasty weather on Friday where we considered wearing everything we packed just to keep warm (“Just bring a light jacket, you’ll be fine – my hind parts!!), the trip was fun.
Sunday dawned too bright and too early for the weary travelers. Worship was wonderful. You could feel something was going on. The pastor sat us all down after the invitation to ask our prayers while he decided to run for Congress. Then he called a meeting at 4:30.
That evening at the meeting, he outlined the events of the week (most of which we’d missed since we were in
the frozen hinterlands sunny Stony Brook), the scriptures that spoke to him and where he was in the decision process. Then he opened the floor for questions and comments. The outpouring of love and support was simply indescribable. It was been a very long time since I was in a church where you could feel God’s presence in the room.
Yesterday, Dr. Jody Hice, my pastor, announced his candidacy for GA-10. I couldn’t be prouder!
January 1, 2013 at 7:46 pm (America 101)
Joshua Boston, a retired Corporal in the U.S. Marine Corps, tells Dianne Feinstein and her idiotic gun-paranoia-bill to jump in a lake.
Senator Dianne Feinstein,
I will not register my weapons should this bill be passed, as I do not believe it is the government’s right to know what I own. Nor do I think it prudent to tell you what I own so that it may be taken from me by a group of people who enjoy armed protection yet decry me having the same a crime. You ma’am have overstepped a line that is not your domain. I am a Marine Corps Veteran of 8 years, and I will not have some woman who proclaims the evil of an inanimate object, yet carries one, tell me I may not have one.
I am not your subject. I am the man who keeps you free. I am not your servant. I am the person whom you serve. I am not your peasant. I am the flesh and blood of America.
I am the man who fought for my country. I am the man who learned. I am an American. You will not tell me that I must register my semi-automatic AR-15 because of the actions of some evil man.
I will not be disarmed to suit the fear that has been established by the media and your misinformation campaign against the American public.
We, the people, deserve better than you.
Cpl, United States Marine Corps
Warner Todd Huston spoke with Joshua. Please spread the word about this fine young man and the sentiment we all can relate to: “We, the people, deserve better than you.”
Yeah, I know. I have neglected the blog. I’m been busy. Too busy. Very busy. Very, very busy. Very, very, VERY busy. I haven’t been this overwhelmed since I planned my wedding. In three months. Yeah, I know, I’m insane.
Getting two (count em, TWO) kids off to college at once, a thousand miles apart, is a full-time job. One is returning to Rome for his junior year and my sweet Hornist-With-No-Gig is heading to New York to start graduate school. What most folks have had six months or so to organize, we’ve managed to pull it off in about six weeks.
Yeah, my hair is on fire.
I’ve been lurking about the internetz, though, snatching time where I could. Today I saw this and couldn’t resist:
I realized, for the first time I can recall, that the President doesn’t like me, or people who share my values. Not that he has simple differences, or thinks I’m misguided. He doesn’t like me, and if you’re reading this post on Ricochet he probably doesn’t like you, either. And it isn’t mild dislike: it’s utter contempt.
When has a president — any president — so thoroughly shown that he despises at least half the population of the country? Not Bush, not Reagan, not even Clinton.
It’s not just about policy or party. It’s personal.
Last week, at a fast food chicken restaurant with family values that will remain nameless until I get around to ranting about THAT issue, I overheard a table full of seniors (65+) whispering about the current state of American affairs. One even admitted, “I voted for the moron. But not this time.”
Then yesterday, when I voted early in the Georgia Primary, I had to wait in line. Unusual, yes, but there is a rather unpopular
tax transportation referendum that has increased turnout. But there’s a something in the air.
Yes, indeedy. Something’s in the air and it’s not smoke from what’s left of my hair.
Herbert Meyer at American Thinker has a great idea. Just think how the Obama House of Cards would tremble at a Romney-Petraeus ticket.
Outstanding, sir. Outstanding.
Petraeus is, quite simply, the most highly-regarded American in public life. Even those who opposed our military actions in Afghanistan and Iraq admire and respect this general. He’s so obviously a brilliant, competent man. And he’s always come across as low-key and personally modest. By choosing Petraeus as his running-mate, Romney would send out a message to voters that he isn’t playing politics as usual; that he wants the most qualified people he can find for his administration — and that he’ll put the varsity team in place to confront a dangerous world.
Choosing the general also would stop the Obama attack team dead in its tracks. Right now these vicious little creeps are hard at work preparing to trash whomever Romney chooses as his running-mate. If Paul Ryan or Rob Portman ever got a traffic ticket, or if Marco Rubio’s wife ever cut the label off a pillow, Obama’s attack dogs know it and are prepared to use it — or, rather, to mis-use it — with the help of their allies in the mainstream media. Trashing General Petraeus won’t be quite so easy. Unless the general is having an affair with an underage aardvark, the Obama team wouldn’t dare attack this national hero. They know it would backfire on them.
Read the rest.
Have a Happy and Festive Fourth of July while you celebrate our nation’s birth.
Most of my friends and relations get it. Too bad FLOTUS doesn’t.
As for me and mine, we’re heading up to Obi’s for a day filled with food and pyrotechnic foolishness. Then off for a couple of days in Florida.
…I wouldn’t change a thing.
This is the future we face. The choices we make in November will decide the fate of our nation.
(Video by Americans for Limited Government)
March 26, 2012 at 8:45 am (America 101)
January 1, 2012 at 7:32 am (America 101)
In honor of this new year, what better way to start things off than with Doug Ross’ pick of Post of the Year in his Fabulous 50 Blog Awards for 2011!
The post, by our fav Paco Enterprises, is in the form of a letter from George Washington to Barack Obama. Long time readers know of my fondness for the words of George. While I included the entire post here, go hang out at Paco’s a bit and show some love for a great blogger.
Dear Mr. President:
Although it is two hundred years, and more, since I laid down the cares of an eventful temporal existence and took up residence in my long home, Our Gracious Lord has seen fit to bestow upon my spirit the gift of perpetual cognition, and He has granted the further boon of permitting me, for a few moments, to assume sufficient corporeality to pen this letter, which I place before Your Excellency as the cri de coeur of a patriot whose efforts on behalf of his country have been deemed by its citizens to possess no little significance.
I have watched, frequently with pride and joy, occasionally with grave misgivings and sadness, the arc of our country’s history over two centuries, since those of my generation first established that Orchard of Liberty on the North American continent that would become the envy of the world. Over many seasons that Orchard has borne good fruit, and has flourished in the golden light of our Sacred Constitution. In evil times, this Arboreal Garden has been watered with the blood of heroes, which sustenance has served to make it even hardier and more prolific.
Imagine my consternation then, Sir, when I look upon our Orchard today, and see the fruit withering on the branch, the crowns blighted, and the whole cloaked in the gauzy shrouds of assiduously destructive bagworms. How slothful and inattentive have become the arborists who constitute what my friend Thomas Jefferson referred to as our natural aristoi! What bovine complacency has afflicted a once alert and industrious citizenry! And – Your Excellency will pardon the boldness of one who was present at the creation – what pernicious and invidious husbandry doth your own administration display!
Under the sanction of what right, divine or human, do you and those of your faction undertake to transform a free people into a herd of lowing cattle? By what law, constitutional or legislative, do you and your like-minded philosophes propose to turn a great nation into a vast ward for the feeble-witted, or a prison for three hundred millions of debtors? You join with hordes of warlike Musselmen to beset our Hebrew brethren with chimerical demands, your Department of Justice – Justice, sirrah! – has taken pride of place amongst the criminal caste, and everywhere your rapacious clerks and petit judges harass honest citizens with encroachments on their liberties from which even His Late Majesty, George the Third, would have recoiled in disgust.
Our Garden is become a tangled bed of weeds and thorns as those of your school have beggared the working man, and stood as highwayman to the banker and merchant. Our system of public education is like unto an academy for the teaching of treason, and a university for the manufacture of a large class of impertinent mendicants for whom the taxpayers must serve as unwilling almoners in perpetuity. And you strive, through cunning and secret stratagems, to disarm the people, thereby subjecting them to the caprice of an all-powerful central government, in one stroke imposing tyranny and depriving the citizenry of the capacity for resisting it.
In spite of this accumulation of political felonies, you have had the temerity, the astonishing rind, to posit an intellectual and spiritual kinship with several of your distinguished predecessors. I note, with considerable relief, that you have not as yet presumed to impute to me the same act of bastardy with which you have sought to malign the honor of these illustrious gentlemen. I caution you never to do so, for, in the event, I would bargain with Almighty God that I should pass an hundred years in purgatory in exchange for the grace of an hour in which to call upon you, to offer the choice of sword or pistol.
Your most obedient servant,
All done? Now read it again, aloud, with fervor in your best cultivated accent of Colonial English. Makes you feel downright patriotic, doesn’t it?
November 23, 2011 at 7:16 am (America 101)
If anyone asks, I’m off the grid for the Thanksgiving weekend. Not that I’ve been on the grid that much lately due to work “opportunities” and other such poppy-cock. With six-ish weeks until Iowa, I’m beginning to get some fire in the belly. And all this time, I thought it was an ulcer from work.
Irregardless, this holiday is for giving thanks for the bounty God has bestowed on us, including a nation like no other in the course of human history. While there may be a buffoon currently at the helm, give thanks for him, too, because he is a reminder of our freedoms. Freedom of speech. Freedom to worship how we choose. Freedom to protect ourselves. Freedom to live where we want and do what we want to do, marry (or not) whom we choose, have as many children as we want. Freedom to limit him to one term.
Pray for his strength to hold out, because he has single-handed woken the sleeping giant of regular work-a-day Americans to fight against tyranny and government-overreach.
America is still the shining beacon on the hill, no matter who or what tries to tarnish it.
Be like George. Be grateful and seek direction for the coming months as we battle for America.
August 30, 2011 at 1:19 pm (America 101)
A lone Tomb Sentinel, 3d U.S. Infantry Regiment (The Old Guard), walks his tour in humble reverence during Hurricane Irene in Arlington National Cemetery, Va., Aug 27. Members of The Old Guard have guarded the Tomb every second, of every day regardless of weather or holidays since April 6, 1948
Hurricane? What hurricane?
Watch America’s final shuttle launch here.
When Atlantis returns, it will be the end of an era. An era where America dominated space travel and exploration. An era where Americans walked on the moon. An era where, through the American space program, technological advances were pioneered that improved people’s lives more than the Industrial Revolution.
Does it give you a warm fuzzy to think how will it feel when the Chicom’s control the lower atmosphere?
Thanks, Mr. President. Thanks a load.
UPDATE: What Charlie said.