I’m becoming convinced that Sarah Palin is the conservative’s Frodo—an ordinary person of the type who, when tasked with a thankless and dangerous mission, will inevitably rise to the occasion.
Smitty on Krauthammer, Palin and the Evil Queen who can’t stop looking in her mirror [editted for PG]:
But it doesn’t take a prophet to realize that, if BHO is A[S]U in 2012, HRC will come back with the fury of a cancer that’s been in remission for a few years.
If we had relied on our MSM, we’d never know what really happened (and is continuing to happen) in Iran. During these last few days, Twitter has proven it’s worth as an immediate source of news on the ground.
Two new tools I’ve discovered during this time greatly enriched this new experience with technology: PicFog and TwitterFall. Like Twitter, they are searchable. Use hashtag #iranelection and be amazed. But I must wean myself and there is work to do, supper to cook, soccer cleats to salivate over. Must focus. Fohhh-cusss.
The MSM is lying yet again, forcing everything into it’s tired old Obama Adoration Lobotomized Zombie Happy Meal. That’s all they can do; they’ve forgotten how to report news. Are you surprised?
Still recouping from the marathon birthday doin’s for the hubster, who reached his half-century mark relatively unscathed. So a quick round-up is in order while I get back into the swing of things:
The war that was Twittered: use #iranelection (thx, Jimmie) or search ‘near:Tehran within:15mi’ (thx, Gerard) at Twitter. Who needs media talking heads who try to tell you what a dreamboat Ol’DinnerJacket is, when you can get the truth from people who are there?
Ever have those days where a song or phrase sticks in your head, and then you hear it later – from the pulpit? He’s paying attention to this little world, you can be sure.
Boycotts do work, especially in a bad economy where everyone is scrambling to keep what little bit of business they still have.
Living in today’s economy, everybody is trying to stretch their pennies before the Evil Administration comes and confiscates the copper for some Evil Plot that promises higher piles of massive debt for generations to come.
We’ve always pushed our [insert random devices here] hard, usually well past their meaningful life-span. Especially cars, but that is a post for another day as we are AGAIN in angst over acquiring proper transportation for one of the clueless younglings without visiting the dreadful D-word (Dealership….shudder!).
So today, this story over at the Yarn Harlot had me ROTFLOL, as I can completely and totally relate to her anxiety. A DNR for a dishwasher? Hilarious! Steph made my day.
I’ve always been enamored by fast cars. I’m not one of those convertible babes – don’t get me wrong, I will never turn down a ride in a convertible! And while they are fun, I have to wear a scarf to keep my hair from turning into a Rastafarian mat. Besides you might scrape up your face if you fell out due to an abundance of speed or an unfortunate meeting with an immobile object. That’s the same problem with motorcycles.
Now granted I can’t go buy one of these babies, at least for now, if ever again. With two teenagers on our car insurance, I feel like I’m dragging the national debt around my neck. Beside no bank would give me a car loan – I’m of the now politically-incorrect racial persuasion, I am currently and so politically-incorrectly employed, have in the past and currently today pay my mortgage on time in a politically-incorrect faithful manner, and in yet another politically-incorrect faux-paux, don’t have credit card balances the size of Lake Michigan. But if I was on welfare, and lived in Massachusetts, the state would give me a car, including insurance and AAA!
Wow. Just Wow. For once, I’m momentarily speechless.
“These are not the droids you seek.” Jimmie relates the current administration to the cantina at Mos Eisley, with a chaser of Dune. SciFiDoubleWhammyBooYeah!
Gerard throws in the classic Jabba reference. Scary thing is, well, Wolcott is just scary anyway.
DHS’ hyperdrive is a major FAIL. They must have their stormtroopers helmets on backwards, because they can’t tell who the real enemies are. Me? You? A terrorist threat? Give me a break!
Ok. Enough! Enough! Time for something a little more modern – I really, reeeeeeeealllllllllly wish Jack would torture her. Please. (Via Hot Air – Pleeeeezzzzeee?!?!?)
Tweet of the day (really yesterday) “Fearless prediction: People snarking about “teabagging” will never get babysitting jobs again.” – Pejman
Tuesday, in this new format of Obi’s Sister, is “Useful Idiot Day”.
Veering from his usual Tuesday routine, Stacy is half-heartedly poking a stick at David Brooks instead of his typical thrashing. Sadly today’s entry here, and the first Useful Idiot in the series, is not about a celebrity or media-type or even a politician. It is more personal than someone on the local, state or national stage.
It’s about a Pharisee. A Pharisee whom I had the intense displeasure of being exposed to Monday evening, at an otherwise delightful and inspiring performance of an Easter oratorio.
When musicians are hired, especially student musicians (especially poor, starving college student musicians), most music ministers consider it a golden opportunity to interact with a group of unchurched young people. Most students don’t attend a local church at their university, even if they did back home. This age group is a demographic that the church is losing in troves. Now I’m not asking the church to change just for these young folks, but a little common courtesy goes a long way. This young minister had a chance to exhibit grace and provide a welcoming environment for these kids. Instead they saw what they’ve come to expect from adults in church leadership – judgmental attitude and hyprocrisy. What kind of witness is rudeness? Does harshness lead lost lambs back to the fold? Is your imperious screed of “This is the real world – get over it” a sign of your good witness? Didn’t Paul tell us to be “not of the world?”
Do not conform any longer to the pattern of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind… (Romans 12:2)
You really blew it last night. Really, really blew it. Hopefully the years you have left in seminary will enlighten you to the godly trait of compassion. A good dose of humility wouldn’t hurt either. Here’s a good place to start.
