Remember Me

By Lizzie Palmer, age 15.

Out of the mouth of babes…

God Called

He wants you call him back (H/T SC&A).

Sad Day for Cellists

Mstislav Rostropovich has passed away. His 80th birthday was just a month ago, today.

A bear of a man who hugged practically anyone in sight, “Slava” Rostropovich was considered by many to be the successor to Pablo Casals as the world’s greatest cellist. He was an effusive rather than an intimidating maestro, a teacher who nurtured Jacqueline du Pre among many other great cellists.

“He was the most inspiring musician that I have ever known,” said David Finckel, the Emerson String Quartet’s cellist who studied with Rostropovich for nine years. “He had a way to channel his energy through other people, and it was magical.”

The things he has seen and done…. He was friends with Shostakovich, Prokofiev and Britten. He sheltered Solzhenitsyn. Having fled to France in the 1970’s, he feared he’d never see this beloved Russia again. Not so…

But in 1989, as the Berlin Wall was being torn down, Rostropovich showed up with his cello and played Bach cello suites amid the rubble. The next year, his Soviet citizenship was restored, and he made a triumphant return to Russia to perform with Washington’s National Symphony Orchestra, where he was music director from 1977 to 1994.

He fought Communism until his last day. Now there’s no cancer, no pain, no aching bow thumb, no rosin in his nose, no broken strings, so sliding bridges, no fallen soundposts, no busted endpins, no slipping pegs, no arthritic pinkie, no cracks, no wolf-tones, no creaking double-stops, no case as big as you are. Just beautiful music. Forever.

“When I started learning the cello, I fell in love with the instrument because it seemed like a voice — my voice,” Rostropovich told Strad magazine.

I understand completely. Sweet Sixes, dear Slava.

UPDATE: Townhall has a nice tribute. And here he is playing Bourree from #3 (H/T Michelle Malkin).

Alex, I’ll take Cowardly Capitulation for $500, Please

I truly admire single parents. I only have to do this for 11 days and so far I’m on day 7. I’m exhausted. God gives you the strength to do you need to do. Heaven bless them all!

Harry Reid, self-appointed Weasel Duluxe, has embarrassed the Senate and whatever Senators remain in that chamber of hot air with any sense of a moral compass. The fine state of Nevada should begin impeach proceedings against him immediately. In an earlier time, where men had glands and weren’t afraid to use them, he would have been branded a traitor, tarred and feathered and turned out into the streets. Today, in the PC/MC asylum called American Politics he’s applauded as a towering icon of truth. I say speaker of treason, of sedition. Aiding and abetting the enemy. I wouldn’t be surprised if he sported a suicide-bomb belt as his latest fashion accessory.

The ever vigilant Captain Ed summarizes Harry’s positions, with appropriate rebuttals. While Fausta likes #3, I tend to like #2. Here Harry is having a classic playground meltdown – stomping his feet and saying “I don’t believe you, you poopyhead!” Here a decorated general, who has obviously more experience in all things military, is giving measured answers to hostile committee after hostile committee and the big chief Senator gets his drawers in a wad. David Broder of the WaPo seems to be the only fella in these parts with said glands noted above, willing to call Reid was he really is.

Most of these earlier gaffes were personal, bespeaking a kind of displaced aggressiveness on the part of the onetime amateur boxer. But Reid’s verbal wanderings on the war in Iraq are consequential — not just for his party and the Senate but for the more important question of what happens to U.S. policy in that violent country and to the men and women whose lives are at stake.

Given the way the Constitution divides warmaking power between the president, as commander in chief, and Congress, as sole source of funds to support the armed services, it is essential that at some point Reid and House Speaker Nancy Pelosi be able to negotiate with the White House to determine the course America will follow until a new president takes office.

To say that Reid has sent conflicting signals about his readiness for such discussions is an understatement. It has been impossible for his own members, let alone the White House, to sort out for more than 24 hours at a time what ground Reid is prepared to defend.

Conflicting signals – you betcha! A country during war time needs leaders with steel backbones and a love of this country – not traffic directors whose whistle has lost its tweeter. I wonder if he’d be willing to defend his own backyard. Or if he’d fight to keep his granddaughter (if he has one) out of a burqua.

Michelle Malkin has a great round up as well…

Leiberman, for one (and appears to be the only one), is willing to stand up to this garbage. In his excellent WaPo piece yesterday, he noted

This [the Senate’s vote on the Iraq withdrawal timeline ]reaction is dangerously wrong. It reflects a fundamental misunderstanding of both the reality in Iraq and the nature of the enemy we are fighting there.

Now, What was it, again, the prison foreman said in Cool Hand Luke? “What we got here is…a failure to communicate.”

How many times does this subject have to be repeated for it to stick in their heads? How many times???

I can’t stomach anymore how our elected officials grind their heels into our backs, all the time smiling and shaking hands with the enemy.

All this swirling kept around in my head and then yesterday the Internet give me the perfect little gem of escapism….the new Harry Potter trailer for “Order of the Phoenix.” Coincidence? Not on your muggle life….

Good vs Evil. Veeeerrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrry Evil.

Pay attention. There’s so much wisdom in these little teaser nuggets…

Hagrid: “There’s a storm comin’, Harry, just like last time.”

Hermione: “We’ve got to be able to defend ourselves. If Umbridge refuses to teach us, we need someone who will.”

And finally, HWMNBN: “Harry Potter, you will lose…..everything.”

Harry’s has already lost his parents – his family – what could be worse? How about his freedom to choice whom he serves? To live his life free from fear?

Strong words from children’s fiction….but words that make alot of sense today.

Harry Reid

BTW, did you notice the strong family resemblance between Harry Reid and that dapper fellow on the train platform. Hmmmm…yesssss……those skeletal cheekbones, that pallid skintone and undertaker look is all the fashion now.

Indeed. We stand to lose everything.

UPDATE: The MSM begins to turn on one of it’s own, for not following the script.

Concealed Burritos and Veggie Gender Wars

Work and the enforced single-parenthood continue to intrude on my blogging time. However, these two items demand your full and immediate attention!

Captain America arrested in Florida for alleged drug possession and lewd behaviour with a burrito.

Police received a disturbance call from the bar at 10:15 p.m. Saturday. Police said the victim’s boyfriend told officers […] went to the victim, a burrito in hand, and made vulgar comments before grabbing her inappropriately.

In this account, the burrito was concealed in his pants. Where’s Mae West when you need her?

According to this report, there’s a brand of Islam so radical, it bans tomatoes and cucumbers being placed side by side, because they are different genders. I wonder if anyone has told Bob & Larry?

Sheesh. Really, I don’t make this stuff up!

P.S. News from the Russian traveller – He’s tired and cold. They were scheduled to tour the Kremlin today, but he was uncertain if they would because of Yeltsin’s death yesterday. Tonight they travel by overnight train to Saint Petersburg.

Remember….

VT Ribbon

Leaving on a Jet Plane

Well, I just dropped The Hubby off to meet with his fellow Sons of Jubal. They leave today on a 10 day mission trip to Moscow and St. Petersburg.

If you are so inclined, please pray for him and this group – that God’s hand will protect them abroad, make their work fruitful, keep them warm (the forecast was generally for snow and rain, and this is a bunch of Georgia boys!) and well and bring them home safely. And pray for me and my family while he’s gone.

The Dementor’s Kiss

Sending a child off to college, whether it’s 10 minutes down the road or across the country is a hard thing to do. And regardless of what anyone says, once you’ve done it, you KNOW it is much harder on the parent. In generations past, going to college was a hard-earned privilege – a gentle nudge out of the nest. Nowadays, it’s like being pushed out of the aerie on top of the Empire State Building with a parachute that’s way too small. Good luck, honey, and Remember… Whooo… Yooooou… Arrrrrre.

I can only begin to imagine the horror that the parents of the slain VaTech students are suffering now. I know the fear that even a sick child far away can kindle in a mother’s heart. Losing a child puts you in a club whose membership no one covets. It’s been a little over two months now since our dear friends buried their eldest. The rawness remains. I can only hold my friend’s hand and let her tears run over mine. It’s like the Dementor’s Kiss….you literally feel the life force being sucked out of you, and you are powerless to stop it. At least they can continue to grieve in private. At least they have a faith that’s strong, built on solid rock. At least they have a family and church to lean on. At least, at some time, they didn’t have a circus of media vans clogging their street, canvassing neighbors for comments. These other poor families…my heart breaks for them.

The media is not helping, not that they ever did. But this time, it seems so much more heartless and transparent and ludicrous. The first question asked at the first press conference was about gun control. Oh Puhllleeeeeze! Charlton Heston is to blame? Oh Puhllleeeeeze! Children died yesterday. The bits of children strewn across the by-ways of Kabul get more respect than these poor students. Do you hear the stories of the day’s heroes in the MSM? No, from them you will only get the blame/victim/blame spin. For the real stories, you have to hit the blogs. There you will hear of the unsung heroes, bend on saving lives. As Siggy said in the post below, “The professor that lived – who had every right to live – died doing what he could not do in the terrible times through which he lived. He saved the lives of children.

But my railing against the three-headed-media-monster is just that. Siggy has a marvelous post – written from a father’s heart. Rather than snip little nuggets from it, go read it all – then go home, call your college kid, and tell them how much you love them.

Others blogging:
The Anchoress
Fausta
Siggy (another)
Neo

Sandals, NOT

Yesterday, on impulse, I bought a pair of sandals. Flip-flops, in fact. With shells. Please, please, please, I’d like to wear them before Independence Day!

Poor Fausta. Just the other day, she was pleading for a little personal global warming. Today she’s blasted with the very same N’Easter that blew through the South over the weekend. Bet she’s not wearing sandals either!

While I was out of town over the weekend, Obama blew in. Who cares. While all the news outlets were breathless over his crowds, I say “sheesh!” 20,000 out of a city close to 5 million is not a big crowd. That’s less than a quarter of the capacity of Sanford Stadium. Which I have been know to frequent on occasion with 97,000 of my closest friends.

The retreat was amazing – Beth Moore is such a good teacher. What always gets me though – at these Christian conferences, no less – is the appalling lack of manners of some of the attendees. I guess they don’t get it’s part of the total package.

I am sooo tired of being cold. It’s time for some warm weather down here in the sunny South! And with Al GasBag scheduled for a talk in town in the next week or two, he’ll bring the polar express with him.

Time Away

Off to a retreat this weekend for some much needed rest and recharging!

In the meantime, check out these great reads…

The Anchoress echos my sentiments about Imus and his big mouth

Fausta’s Morning Roundup and while you’re there, listen to a couple of her radio podcasts. They have all been great, but I still think the first one with Siggy reading his post about Andrew is the best.

Siggy’s Awards Put down any liquids before reading.

IMO, two of the best writers on the web – All Things Beautiful and AmericanDigest

Dr. Sanity nails it every day

And lastly, listen to the latest Sanity Squad podcast on Pelosi’s Excellent Misadventure.

Exxxcellent!

Another Claytonian Moron gets media face-time

I have a Global Warming post rolling around in my head, but it will have to wait. This is unbelievable!

Oh, Pu-leeze. Another fine example of a logic-challenged elected official from Clayton County.

A state lawmaker angrily lashed out at a legislative committee this morning after it rejected her request to hang a portrait of Coretta Scott King in the state Capitol, saying the committee’s action was comparable to calling King an N-word.

Rep. Roberta Abdul-Salaam (D-Riverdale) also asserted that the House Special Rules Committee’s action was worse than radio shock jock Don Imus calling the Rutgers University women’s basketball team “nappy-headed hos.”

“It is just like calling Mrs. King a nappy-headed (N-word),” Abdul-Salaam told reporters after the committee rejected House Resolution 376, killing it for this legislative session.

Rather than listen to the logical, even-handed explanations…

Committee chairman Calvin Hill (R-Canton) said race had nothing to do with his panel’s decision, calling King a “wonderful humanitarian.”

“Mrs. King was a wonderful person and has done a lot of wonderful things but the (Capitol) venue is designed for people that are involved in the government of the state of Georgia primarily,” Hill said. “And there are a few exceptions, but very few and those were made a long time ago.”

…she stoops to race-baiting with outrageous comments. Evidently, she went to the Al-Sharpton-School-of-Racial-Hate-Mongoring and minored in Idiotic Displacement Victimization Communication. OOOOO. There’s a controversy brewing….I’ll repeat the nasty words and get lots of media attention! OOOO! OOOO!

Mrs. King was an exemplary woman. I wrote my first post about her, right after her “funeral” (which the media and her own children ruined). If Rep. Abdul-Salaam was serious about furthering black interests in her district and in the state, she’d stand up and work out some legislation about this kind of trash. Removing the influence of this p_rn and filth that damages children and teens and women of all colors – that’s something Mrs. King would have stood behind.

Did Fred say the magic word?

On the way home, Obi called and said that Fred Thompson all but announced he’s IN on Sean Hannity.

I tried to tune in, but the cruddy little radio was buzzing too loud, plus the drive-through morons were malfunctioning.

Did he say it? Did he really say it? WooooooBaby, it’s gonna be a wild election!

Good Neighbor? Where?

Back in June Cleaver’s day, you could count on your neighbor for a cup of sugar, or a new string of pearls when yours mysteriously breaks while you’re vaccuming the Beav’s room. They were like a second set of eyes watching your kids. They’d pick up your mail while you were on vacation. They’d answer the phone and organize food when a loved one died. They’d feed your dog and take your family’s Easter picture. They’d question strangers and give you hostas when they divided them.

I guess it’s too bad that Elizabeth Edwards (yes, the same Elizabeth Edwards that only a few weeks ago was getting all sorts of sympathic press for the return of her cancer) is too afraid of her neighbor to go over and meet him.

Elizabeth Edwards says she is scared of the “rabid, rabid Republican” who owns property across the street from her Orange County home — and she doesn’t want her kids going near the gun-toting neighbor.

The Anchoress rightly calls her on the carpet –

That’s how you show you have the stuff to be the first lady, and not Rosie O’ Donnell’s sidekick on The View. That is how you set an example to the rest of the country that simple disagreements between people do not have to amount to hatred, distrust, vilification and dehumanization. It’s how you demonstrate to the rest of the country what it is like to be a grown-up. It is how you demonstrate to the people that you purport to want to represent that you are capable of doing so.

[…] You know…they’re not like you, they don’t think like you, or believe the things you believe…so you don’t even have to treat ‘em as if they were actually people, or something.

[…] But if I were to meet her, I’d be “nice” to her. I try to be respectful toward everyone I meet. I’d even pray with her – for her intentions. I wonder if she would pray for me, and mine?

[…] If you can’t feel confident that a man and his wife (or a woman and her husband) would extend a hand of compassion and human-fellowship to you upon meeting you…you can’t possibly vote for them. At least I never could.

Mrs. Edwards’ lack of tact here is extraordinary. Not only does she attack a neighbor she’s never met; she does it in the national media. She calls him names based on his square-footage. She makes massive assumptions regarding his politics simply because he owns a firearm. Yet, she naively believes Americans will vote for her husband, based on their faith.

Hmmmm….. In the spirit of Easter, and those who scorn it, perhaps this story will help Mrs. Edwards with a basic understanding of what her faith is all about….(Luke 10)

25 On one occasion an expert in the law stood up to test Jesus. “Teacher,” he asked, “what must I do to inherit eternal life?” 26 “What is written in the Law?” he replied. “How do you read it?” 27 He answered: “‘Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your strength and with all your mind’; and, ‘Love your neighbor as yourself.’28 “You have answered correctly,” Jesus replied. “Do this and you will live.” 29 But he wanted to justify himself, so he asked Jesus, “And who is my neighbor?” 30 In reply Jesus said: “A man was going down from Jerusalem to Jericho, when he fell into the hands of robbers. They stripped him of his clothes, beat him and went away, leaving him half dead. 31 A priest happened to be going down the same road, and when he saw the man, he passed by on the other side. 32 So too, a Levite, when he came to the place and saw him, passed by on the other side. 33 But a Samaritan, as he traveled, came where the man was; and when he saw him, he took pity on him. 34 He went to him and bandaged his wounds, pouring on oil and wine. Then he put the man on his own donkey, took him to an inn and took care of him. 35 The next day he took out two silver coins and gave them to the innkeeper. ‘Look after him,’ he said, ‘and when I return, I will reimburse you for any extra expense you may have.’ 36 “Which of these three do you think was a neighbor to the man who fell into the hands of robbers?” 37 The expert in the law replied, “The one who had mercy on him.” Jesus told him, “Go and do likewise.”

Siggy writes a powerful piece about an Easter Monday long ago. In it he says…

Easter is an expression of rebirth, of finding meaning and purpose. It is about elevation and potential, possibilities and hope.

The battle for Vimy Ridge was not a battle for a few yards of ground, in a war of territorial conquest. Rather, it was a battle between dark and light- those who would oppress and those who would defend the rebirth and resurrection of mankind’s potential.

How can Mrs. Edwards reconcile her distaste for her “undesirable” neighbor, when her heart’s desire is to live in the Great Big White House? When you live there, you’re everybody’s neighbor. Thumping a Bible while you’re stumping the country in front of the cameras is entirely different from Walking the Talk when no one is looking.

She needs to stop channeling Rosie and cross that street. With cookies, sweet tea and gracious, Southern lady apologies. Otherwise, we know she’s just another windbag wife of another windbag politician.

UPDATE: Of course, why would we expect anything different? The MSM give her a big, fat PASS. But Monty Johnson, like most decent folks, would like an apology.

“I think she owes me an apology,” he said. “And I won’t feel right until I get it. If this is how they treat people in the White House, America is in for a helluva time.”

A Judas for Today

One of The Anchoress’ posts from a couple of days ago continues to wobble around in my head. She has such a touch – such an insight – into things that are still in this world, but fewer and fewer have the capacity to see or feel it.

I have long believed that the hand of God can be witnessed. The hand of God is upon this man.

President Bush is doing what is unthinkable – he is staying true to the task laid out before him, to serve all the people. He is remaining faithful to that and he is counting on his God to do the rest, as his God has promised.

This is remarkable witness.

In an era when every special-interest group demands satisfaction for real or imagined “slights,” when Christians try to insist upon respectfulness from the arts, and radical Islamists demand blood or force conversions for any perceived “insult,” this Christian man stands before the world and insists only that the course of liberty be pursued and that he be allowed to protect the safety, rights and freedoms of his citizens. He does not insist that you treat him well. Quite the opposite. He looks at something you can’t see and he allows you to say anything about him you want to, and he holds fast to a promise.

Romans, Chapter 12, parallels her post – Read it, slowly, one verse at a time and imagine this president, this time, this age. Observe his Walk with the Master. This is why the media and the left hate him so. He’s genuine and unafraid. He stands on the promises that God gave him, and us; to protect him/us, to love him/us, to lift him/us up when others smash his/our faces into the mud. They are afraid of real truth.

1 Therefore, I urge you, brothers, in view of God’s mercy, to offer your bodies as living sacrifices, holy and pleasing to God–this is your spiritual act of worship.

2 Do not conform any longer to the pattern of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind. Then you will be able to test and approve what God’s will is–his good, pleasing and perfect will.

3 For by the grace given me I say to every one of you: Do not think of yourself more highly than you ought, but rather think of yourself with sober judgment, in accordance with the measure of faith God has given you.

4 Just as each of us has one body with many members, and these members do not all have the same function,

5 so in Christ we who are many form one body, and each member belongs to all the others.

6 We have different gifts, according to the grace given us. If a man’s gift is prophesying, let him use it in proportion to his faith.

7 If it is serving, let him serve; if it is teaching, let him teach;

8 if it is encouraging, let him encourage; if it is contributing to the needs of others, let him give generously; if it is leadership, let him govern diligently; if it is showing mercy, let him do it cheerfully.

9 Love must be sincere. Hate what is evil; cling to what is good.

10 Be devoted to one another in brotherly love. Honor one another above yourselves.

11 Never be lacking in zeal, but keep your spiritual fervor, serving the Lord.

12 Be joyful in hope, patient in affliction, faithful in prayer.

13 Share with God’s people who are in need. Practice hospitality.

14 Bless those who persecute you; bless and do not curse.

15 Rejoice with those who rejoice; mourn with those who mourn.

16 Live in harmony with one another. Do not be proud, but be willing to associate with people of low position. Do not be conceited.

17 Do not repay anyone evil for evil. Be careful to do what is right in the eyes of everybody.

18 If it is possible, as far as it depends on you, live at peace with everyone.

19 Do not take revenge, my friends, but leave room for God’s wrath, for it is written: “It is mine to avenge; I will repay,” says the Lord.

20 On the contrary: “If your enemy is hungry, feed him; if he is thirsty, give him something to drink. In doing this, you will heap burning coals on his head.”

21 Do not be overcome by evil, but overcome evil with good.

The Left doesn’t understand what it is like to walk in someone else’s shoes; to pray “Dear Lord, take me instead” over a sick child; the ME generation is too busy with their poses in their mirrors – so how could they even begin to understand the sacrifice that was made for them?

They speak of movies like “The Passion of Christ” in terms of office receipts, or what it did for Mel, or the camera shots, or the special effects or blah blah blah. Does anything at all stick in that brain? I’ll tell you want stuck in mine – the scene where Jesus fell on the Via Delorosa and locked eyes with his mother. And the memory that flashed through her mind was of little Yeshua running, falling…skinning his knee. A mother’s fear, then reaction, then care and nurture for her child. Her child becomes our child. We look up at the cross and see the anguish. A sword truly pierces all our hearts.

As He died to make men holy, Let us die to make men free
(J.W. Howe / Battle Hymn of the Republic)

But there’s always another character that lurks about during Holy Week. The media just loves him, while bashing the true meaning of these days.

So today, on this Good Friday, we have our latest Judas. And she wears Hermes.

The Voldemort War and Alice the Goon

Ahhhh, the teeny light grows a bit bigger. I really hope it’s not a train.

Civilization requires civility. It’s one of those root-word things you always hated in English (don’t get me started and don’t tell me to call it “Language Arts”), but the foundation of civilization is a basic understanding of how to behave with respect for others. This is NOT it. Nor this. And this is sick. Sadly, all of these instances occured within our borders. Pray for these families. And pray for our country.

The Follish and Deluded Democrats, who have discarded any semblance of civility, think that by merely changing the name of the fight between good and evil, it will go away. We saw how well refusing to call a spade a spade worked at Hogwarts. This is the real world, fellas, where the very same people you believe you are helping will execute you with judcious expediency the moment they
believe they have any ounce of power over you. There’s no mooning about in the graveyard in shadowy form; puzzling aloud whether to kill the boy or have his liver over for dinner. Boom. Head’s Off. Next Infidel Please.

Alice the Goon visits pretend friends and distant relations in Syria. Why else would she don the universal symbol of female oppression? Even the WaPo
calls her a moron for her grandstanding at our President’s expense.

The last time I checked the Constitution, there was only one Commander-in-Chief. And it wasn’t the Speaker of the House.

The really striking development here is the attempt by a Democratic congressional leader to substitute her own foreign policy for that of a sitting Republican president. Two weeks ago Ms. Pelosi rammed legislation through the House of Representatives that would strip Mr. Bush of
his authority as commander in chief to manage troop movements in Iraq. Now she is attempting to introduce a new Middle East policy that directly conflicts with that of the president. We have found much to criticize in Mr. Bush’s military strategy and regional diplomacy. But Ms. Pelosi’s attempt to establish a shadow presidency is not only counterproductive,
it is foolish.

And everyone she talks to denies everything. Amazing. Sounds like the fall-out from a frat party to me.(Now really, with that scarf on her head, she looks like Alice the Goon, doesn’t she? Admit it, I’m right!)

Who’s watching the chimps?

It’s gonna be a good summer, Bruce. Can’t wait!

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