Richard Jewell, RIP

Richard Jewell passed away this morning in his Woodbury home.

My husband went to high school grew up in the same church with him. I didn’t know him until “after.” He was a sweet man and a great patriot. His “Aw, Shucks” attitude of “just doin’ my job” is something America sorely needs right now.

A year ago this month, Jewell was commended by Gov. Sonny Perdue at an event marking the 10th anniversary of the [Atlanta Olympic Park] bombing.

“The bottom line is this: His actions saved lives that day,” said Perdue. “Mr. Jewell, on behalf of Georgia, we want to thank you for keeping Georgians safe and doing your job during the course of those Games.”

Jewell, his voice choked with emotion, responded:

“I never sought to be a hero. I have always viewed myself as just one of the many trained professionals who simply did his or her job that tragic night. I wish I could have done more.”

UPDATE: Memorial Friday afternoon at Brookhaven Baptist.

Map Shortages, Crispy Greece and Lola Granola, Among Other Things

Feeling a mite better. According to some websites (which scare the pants off ya), the effects of the reaction could go on for years. I’m hoping it was mild enough to only last through maybe, tonight or tomorrow. Prayers would be appreciated.

Therefore, instead of a full post of rant, you get a shortened burst today. Complete with rolling eyes.

Government schools at work. According to Miss Teen South Carolina, the reason 20% of Americans can’t find the US on a world map is because there is a map shortage. Really. Poor thing. (And I won’t even mention the blonde angle.) According to the radio station I listen to in the morning commute, she’s going on the Today show this morning to “redeem” herself. I wonder if she expects Green Stamps with that.

Greece is ablaze. Hundreds of fires, mostly suspected of being set by arsonists. (Or terrorists?) Much worse than the wildfires Georgia suffered earlier this year. An American in Greece has the round-up.

Berkeley Breathed’s Lola Granola is jumping on the lastest bandwagon, but most papers are afraid to print the strip. (h/t Fausta) The Iranian Fashion Police would nab her for that parrot on her hajib. Not drab enough to make her disappear.

Speaking of Fausta, she chronicles the Never-Ending Latin American Lunacy and the Never-Ending Castro Death Watch. Wait – he signed an essay! He can’t be dead yet. He must be feeling better…..

Remember, if you tell a lie enough, people begin to believe it.

The term “Literate American” is becoming an oxymoron.

Alfred E. Newman is alive and well and possessing journalists.

Siggy talks about Mother Teresa’s struggles. While the atheists dance in the streets, those who study these things know she considered it her Dark Night. Her Testing. Considering her formidable faith, she was up to it. Too bad the God Deniers don’t get the finer points of struggle. You know, the part about making you better.

Doubt is indeed a blessing, perhaps the greatest of God’s gifts to His Creation, because every time we overcome that doubt and behave in a way that honors God, we have chosen to honor both Him and us. Only those that have experienced darkness can experience and appreciate light and the ability to see both the beauty and the dangers of our surroundings. In fact, if we do not acknowledge that darkness even exists, we can never see and appreciate the light.

And last but not least; Blasphemous Balls. I really wish these people would get a life.

Pink Pill, Get Thee Away From Me!

Sorry so quiet – been fighting my way back from an allergic reaction to a strong antibiotic. While it’s not like having a litter of kidney stones, it did frighten me a good bit. Nothing like heart palpatations in the middle of the night to get you goin’! Hopefully I’ll be back to ranting and raving by tomorrow.

Plucking the Feathers off a Falcon, One by One

The more you pluck a falcon, the more it looks like a chicken.

About a month ago, I wrote a little bit about Michael Vick.

“Vick is guilty of stupidity in the first degree”.

I assumed he’d get the same celebrity entitled treatment in an OJ-style show trial. A slap on the wrist, community service, a couple of PSA’s. Back on the field, flipping off the fans; arrogant and thugish as ever.

But then the unthinkable happened. His pals flipped on him. What started out as a bump in the road, with plans to make camp in a few weeks has majorly blown up in his face. Forget the season. Forget the career. His sponsors are drying up. Those “good lawyers” and “career rehabilitators” will suck down those millions. Patterico has an excellent analysis of what kind of time he’s looking at, even before talking to the judge. He makes an educated guess:

The defense wants to keep the sentence under a year, because if he is sentenced to the range of 6-12 months, there is some flexibility under the guidelines about how he can serve that sentence — up to half of a 12 month sentence can be served by a term of probation, and half can be served by what is called “community confinement”. Community Confinement can be a half-way house, home-detention, or intermittent confinement (weekends).

[…] Frankly, given the facts alleged in the indictment, and the eariler comments of the Judge as reported, I think the defense is up the defecation waterway.

I think they know that and that is why they have asked for a week before the change of plea hearing, and why Vick’s attorneys started their full-court PR offensive today by announcing Vick’s intention to plea and “take responsibility” and “apologize to everyone who has been hurt by this matter.”

Had the government pursued the RICO count, and the base offense level increased to 19 as a result — before any aggravating enhancements are included, the guideline range would have increased to 30-37 months. With aggravating enhancements, the likely adjusted offense level would have been in the mid-20s, and the sentence could have been in the range of 5-8 years.

Judge Hudson knows this.

Message to Mike Vick – you’ve got no friend in Judge Hudson. You’ll be lucky if he gives you only 18 months.

It is way more complicated that it seems or the way it is being reported. Travelling over state lines, possible racketeering, aggravating circumstances. The more aggravating; the more time.

He won’t get the cakewalk he’s hoping for. He’ll do some REAL time and find out just what real thugs are like. He won’t be welcome back in Atlanta. The BooBirds would be back. He might get a spot on Oakland, maybe, but not here.

Already, some whiney liberal media wonks are painting Vick as a victim (you knew this would happen). Remember, Selena Roberts of NYT, was also quick to jump on the Duke bandwagon. As usual, MSM doesn’t look at the facts. FACTS aren’t news.


Today on the homebound commute, I heard something on the radio station. The caller (female) suggested the radio station ask their listeners to send in their Michael Vick jerseys. Then the station could donate them to the Humane Society, so they could use them to line the dog’s cages. (Whoever you are – if you read this – email me so I can give you the credit for coming up with the idea.)

Personally, I was going to use my son’s jersey to change the oil in my car, but this is a much better idea!

UPDATE: Rattler Gator marvels at the stupidity shown by the Vick camp. Michael Barone adds a historical perspective.

Tired, so Very Very Tired

The exhaustion of two weekends in a row of soccer tournaments in the blistering heat are catching up with me. In the meantime, pray for The Anchoress’ speedy recovery and read about someone else who is tired, but just of different things.

I’m Tired

Two weeks ago, as I was starting my sixth month of duty in Iraq, I was forced to return to the USA for surgery for an injury I sustained prior to my deployment. With luck, I’ll return to Iraq in January to finish my tour.

I left Baghdad and a war that has every indication that we are winning, to return to a demoralized country much like the one I returned to in 1971 after my tour in Vietnam.

Maybe it’s because I’ll turn 60 years old in just four months, but I’m tired:

I’m tired of spineless politicians, both Democrat and Republican who lack the courage, fortitude, and character to see these difficult tasks through.

I’m tired of the hypocrisy of politicians who want to rewrite history when the going gets tough.

I’m tired of the disingenuous clamor from those that claim they “Support the Troops” by wanting them to “Cut and Run” before victory is achieved.

I’m tired of a mainstream media that can only focus on car bombs and casualty reports because they are too afraid to leave the safety of their hotels to report on the courage and success our brave men and women are having on the battlefield.

I’m tired that so many American’s think you can rebuild a dictatorship into a democracy over night.

I’m tired that so many ignore the bravery of the Iraqi people to go to the voting booth and freely elect a Constitution and soon a permanent Parliament.

I’m tired of the so called “Elite Left” that prolongs this war by giving aid and comfort to our enemy, just as they did during the Vietnam War.

I’m tired of anti-war protesters showing up at the funerals of our fallen in a just and noble cause, only to be cruelly tormented on the funeral day by cowardly protesters is beyond shameful.

I’m tired that my generation, the Baby Boom – Vietnam generation, who have such a weak backbone that they can’t stomach seeing the difficult tasks through to victory.

I’m tired that some are more concerned about the treatment of captives then they are the slaughter and beheading of our citizens and allies.

I’m tired that when we find mass graves it is seldom reported by the press, but mistreat a prisoner and it is front page news.

Mostly, I’m tired that the people of this great nation didn’t learn from history that there is no substitute for Victory.

Joe Repya
Lieutenant Colonel
U. S. Army
101st Airborne Division

While this was written in 2005, it still holds true today. Joe Repya is now considering a run for Senate.

If this is The Matrix, then I call dibs on Trinity

This morning, as I sat in the dentist chair, the dentist and I had a good yuck over this.

Seems there is an Oxford professor who believes we are all living in a computer simulation.

Well – Well. If that really is the case, and since I’m a programmer of world-renown, I’m unleashing the code that will improve my environment. After all, it’s a simulation, right?

No longer do I have the body, bones and failing hormones of a middle-aged female. From now on, I’m Trinity; hot bod, cool shades, latex and all.

No longer will I suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous frizziness in the southern humidity. I will have beautiful, flowing tresses; like the biker boy n the Herbal Essences commercial. No maintenance.

No longer will I have to work for living – I hereby program my bank account to be bottomless and bounceless.

No longer will friends and family have to suffer from disease – everyone is cured! Clean test runs, every time.

No longer will my little dog have arthritis that keeps him from bounding down the stairs like he did when he was a pup.

No more leaky toilets, busted freezers, sad automobiles, dead flowers, dirty carpets, smelly laundry and cluttered houses.

And everyone gets free car insurance.

Nick Bostrom has an interesting idea – note that his thesis was published not long after the first Matrix movie. And there have been movies like that before – remember Tron? And don’t forget the Terminator movies – where rulers of the future sought to reshape their worlds by changing the past (another tenet of Mr. Bostrom’s theory).

I applaud his imagination, but I know who my ruler is. And he’s not some network admin in the future.

Forewarned is Forearmed

“Praemonitus praemunitus” is the old Latin proverb – “Forewarned, Forearmed.” To know of a danger beforehand gives time to plan and prepare to fight. Better preparation helps to overcome the threat when it becomes apparent.

I wish we all could carry Dick Morris around in our pocket. Then every time the dreaded Hillary-Talking-Head appears, he can translate for us. At FrontPageMag, we see a glorious fisking of Bill’s drippy endorsement of Hillary (

A teaser:

Bill says: In law school Hillary worked on legal services for the poor.

The true facts are: Hillary’s main extra-curricular activity in law school was helping the Black Panthers, on trial in Connecticut for torturing and killing a federal agent. She went to court every day as part of a law student monitoring committee trying to spot civil rights violations and develop grounds for appeal.

Dick’s final summary nails it [my emphasis] –

I can’t think of a single bill Hillary has introduced or a single comment she has made that would tend to strengthen our country in the War on Terror. But, I can think of a lot of comments she has made that weakens our country and makes it a more dangerous situation for all of us……..She goes hand in hand with the ACLU on far too many issues where common sense is abandoned. She is a disaster for all Americans.

I couldn’t have said it better myself. I fear what will happen to America if she is elected.

Thank Allah for Term Limits

Poor Macon, Georgia. Not only does it bear the brunt of Georgia’s summer heat waves, year after year in a gracious but wilted sort of way, now they have to put up with this.

Some Macon residents have called for demonstrations and boycotts after the mayor of the middle Georgia city formally reached out to Venezuelan President Hugo Chavez with a declaration of solidarity.

Mayor Jack Ellis said the declaration — sent about two weeks ago by courier — was a message that local leaders can stand together despite disagreements at the highest reaches of government.

Some local leaders have blasted the mayor’s decision to support Chavez — who is a vocal ally of Iran and Cuba who has called esident Bush “the devil.”

Former mayoral candidate David Corr said the mayor’s comments were “an outrage.” And state representative Allen Peake — a Macon Republican — said the mayor’s action taints the town. He said “We need to be doing things in this community that show the tremendous positives of Macon.”

Ellis praised the controversial leader as a champion for the common man who could offer aid to Macon’s residents. Chavez has subsidized the cost of heating fuel for some American low-income citizens.

Ellis said “This is about a humanitarian effort. This is NOT about politics.”

Outraged Middle Georgians let their feelings be known. They have never been a batch of shrinking violets. It takes some real intestinal fortitude to live down there in all this heat.

The mayor’s decision prompted 20 pages of comments on The Macon Telegraph’s online message board before the newspaper decided to take it down. Some called for demonstrations and boycotts to express their distaste for the mayor’s move.

Ellis, a Democrat, is serving his second term as mayor and cannot seek re-election because of term limits.

But, ohhhhhhhh wait, but it gets even better.

He announced in February that he had converted from Christianity to Islam and was working to legally change his name to Hakim Mansour Ellis. He said he became a Sunni Muslim during a December ceremony in the west African nation of Senegal.

Yep. Yep. Yep. Now he’s a Chavez-lovin’-Muslim and proud of it. Dear heavens above. He is entitled to his opinion, yes, and even his choice of religions, yes again. But publicly supporting a foreign leader who wishes all of us dead and using his elected office to showcase that support brooks on sedition. And embracing the religion that dreams of the annihilation of all things American is truly frightening. Instead of boycotts and demonstrations, the townspeople should be considering impeachment – after all, his newly radical views no longer represent the town that elected him. Or maybe the next thing we hear about will be “Mandatory Burquas in Macon”. News at Eleven.


Climate Change Collision Course

For weeks now, I’ve had a global warming bug rolling around in my head. You read one thing and then something different. Then something debunks this and something else debunks that. Science, like medicine, is not exact – that why they call it a “practice.”

The Deep South in August is really not the time for deep cognitive activity. Maybe that’s why many famous Southern writers drank alot and went insane during August. Crazy things happen August. Remember the part in The Divine Secrets of the Ya Ya Sisterhood where the girls rode around in the back of a convertible in their undies and then skinny-dipped in the town’s big water tank? Well, yeah, crazy things happen in August.

Last night, as my brain was baking on the sidelines of a soccer scrimmage, the moms talked about their childhoods. Nobody had air-conditioning. The schools were not air-conditioned (but in all fairness, school did not resume until after Labor Day, when it was tad cooler – DUH). Cars were not air-conditioned. Churches were not air-conditioned. People rarely died of heat stroke. School, ball games, practices, worship services, weddings, soirees, dances, races, picnics – all went on. Life went on. Life did not stop, simply because it was hot. You knew how to dress for the heat. You knew to stay in the shade. You knew to take a fan. You knew to take a cooler. You knew not to wear wool to the Bulldogs home-opener unless you wanted the entire band to laugh at you as your makeup melted off your face and onto your pearl-seeded sweater. People knew how to build houses that would horrify the current energy-efficient crowd. But they faced the right direction to ward off the worst of the summer sun and catch the best of the winter sun. The houses weren’t so close together that you could catch breezes and they were built in such a way that the breezes would blow through the entire house. The houses were shaded with large trees, protected from the blazing sun. Hard to have big trees, when you build a million boxes in a cow pasture. The houses had high ceilings for better air circulation. The houses had porches and swings (miraculous suspended chairs that could generate air movement) and rockers (again, other miraculous chairs that could generate air movement, but tended to tip over if used incorrectly), where you could cool off in the shade and the breeze and still talk to your neighbor.

Atlanta is HOT IN THE SUMMER. And has been since it was founded in 1837. If you want NOT HOT, move to Minnesota or somewhere like that.

Ahem. I digress. Back to the global warming bug eating away at my brain. Readers of this blog know I think Global Warming is a big batch of hooey. Back when I was in college, the hysterical mantra was Global Cooling. That was hooey with a cherry on top. Browsing the web yesterday, I come across this fabulous post by Okie on the Lam. He’s done all the footwork, even got the Orwellian slant that had been bugging me and compiled it into a comprehensive rebuttal to the New Religion. He catches the subliminal script that the Priests of H.O.G.W.A.S.H. use – Tobacco, Nazi Germany, Big Oil Robber Barons – to befuddle the little guys with little brains. Outstanding!

I fear that we may be at an Orwellian tipping point in the Man-Caused Climate Change debate — lies becoming truth while the search for truth gets abandoned in the ensuing maelstrom. What should be a matter of conscientious scientific exploration dogged by skeptical peer review has been elevated to a religious crusade by those that believe rising levels of atmospheric CO2 is the most deadly threat that mankind faces today. Isn’t it interesting, that the preponderance of these believers come from the secular Left, the Democratic Party and the anti-business & anti-industry crowds. Oh, I forgot to mention the main-stream media, who are firmly in the “We’re all gonna die” corner of this alarmist-driven hysterical movement.

Conveniently, Newsweek and Sharon Begley (the article menitoned in Okie’s post) didn’t mention anything about the sun – you know that big orange ball that makes Atlanta so hot in August. The sun runs in cycles, hotter and cooler. We’re ending a hotter cycle and entering a cooler one. Now I’m not a rocket scientist, nor have I played one on TV. But I can understand the relationship between the sun’s output and the subsequent temperatures on Earth. Part of that solar system family-thing. Gee, I can’t wait to see how the GW minions will twist that around.

The Brits published a new report saying, oh yeah, “natural forces” have kept global warming at bay, but all hell is going to break loose in 2009. But sadly, there’s that “1998” – hottest year ever (more later). I wonder if these folks subscribe to the Mayan calendar theory that the world will end in 2012? Aren’t they three years off?

Working in a technical systems support type job, I read alot about computers and science. When I read this yesterday, I fell on the floor laughing. Since I gave up a perfectly good New Year’s Eve seven years ago to babysit systems that never crashed on 01/01/2000 – I don’t understand how REALLY SMART PEOPLE could miss something like this. The Y2K bug bit the NASA H.O.G.W.A.S.H. Priests in their global temperature modeling algorithm.

Blogger Finds Y2K Bug in NASA Climate Data / Michael Asher

My earlier column this week detailed the work of a volunteer team to assess problems with US temperature data used for climate modeling. One of these people is Steve McIntyre, who operates the site While inspecting historical temperature graphs, he noticed a strange discontinuity, or “jump” in many locations, all occurring around the time of January, 2000.

These graphs were created by NASA’s Reto Ruedy and James Hansen (who shot to fame when he accused the administration of trying to censor his views on climate change). Hansen refused to provide McKintyre with the algorithm used to generate graph data, so McKintyre reverse-engineered it. The result appeared to be a Y2K bug in the handling of the raw data.

McKintyre notified the pair of the bug; Ruedy replied and acknowledged the problem as an “oversight” that would be fixed in the next data refresh.

NASA has now silently released corrected figures, and the changes are truly astounding. The warmest year on record is now 1934. 1998 (long trumpeted by the media as record-breaking) moves to second place. 1921 takes third. In fact, 5 of the 10 warmest years on record now all occur before World War II. Anthony Watts has put the new data in chart form, along with a more detailed summary of the events.

The effect of the correction on global temperatures is minor (some 1-2% less warming than originally thought), but the effect on the US global warming propaganda machine could be huge.

Then again– maybe not. I strongly suspect this story will receive little to no attention from the mainstream media.

(See the article for all the follow-up links – FYI, according to Fausta, now Steve McIntyre’s blog is under a DOS attack. I wonder by whom…..)

Isn’t that just hilarious?!?!?!?!? A simple mathemathical error, and the hottest year ever shifts to before WWII? All this, in the same week that Newsweek tries to scare the pants off any climate-change-deniers? I CANNOT WAIT TO SEE HOW THE WARMING WEASELS SQUIRM OUT OF THIS ONE.

So now, let the plotting and scheming begin – how do we dethrone Al Gore?

More: Coyote Blog, Blue Crab Boulevard

The Asterisk

That’s all he will ever be to me. Via GeorgiaPoliticsUnfiltered:

Congrats Barry

Cheaters 1.0

When my kids were in elementary school, a big emphasis was placed on “Character Education.” Based on the learned observations of the trusted administrators, it must have become evident that parents weren’t providing any such thing at home. Truancy, vandalism, coked up and pregnant 6th graders, weapons; you know the drill. Every week, a new word was taught and behaviors reflecting that new word were encouraged. Words like “Honesty”, “Respect”, and one of my favorites, “Integrity.” Someone, somewhere (obviously previously employed by NASA in a vehicle propulsion lab), had the brilliant idea that if you taught the little tykes these words, hopefully it would influence their behavior in the later grades. Thusly, making their jobs a little easier (ahah!) No one ever thought that perhaps, you know, just perhaps, instead of writing the word on the board and lecturing about it and including it on tests, someone should have MODELED the behavior. Set an example of the behavior. Children learn more by what they see rather than what they are told, at this tender age.

Raising kids with any sense of moral compass is really tough these days. The examples they see every day are big league cheaters, for the most part. Why do it the hard way; work for it, when cheating is so much easier and results in almost instant gratification?

First let’s start with sports heroes. Barry Bonds.

Bonds didn’t start juicing until after all the hoopla over Mark McGwire and Sammy Sosa’s jet-fueled home run chase in 1998 made him jealous and frustrated.

Even I (not a doctor, nor have I played on on TV) can see the difference in Bonds’ appearance beginning in 1998. His neck completely disappeared. While records are made to be broken, it’s a shame that Hammerin’ Hank’s record that has stood for over 30 years is being broken by this slime-ball. (UPDATE: Double-whammy cheat.) Baseball deserves better. For example, “Better” as in a class act like Tom Glavine who just won his 300th game.

“I think the feeling right now is probably relief,” Glavine said. “At some point in time, I don’t know when, the historic side of it will sink in. I know the company I’m in, and I’m as proud as can be to be in that company.”

Next, Reporters. Growing up, who didn’t want to be Clark Kent or Lois Lane? Fausta has the best roundup on The New Republic and Scott Beauchamp debacle. Despite the adamant claims of fact-checking, how could he get bases, cities – even countries – WRONG? Just one of many incidents where the media makes up what they want to report, rather than sticking to the facts. (UPDATE: As more and more of the story is debunked, Beauchamp and THR have some choices before them. What will the cheaters do? Blame Bush, of course!) Or even (delinked) the real pictures. Jimmy Olson, where are you?

There’s a saying that if you tell the same lie enough that people will begin to believe it. She and her husband are both liars extraordinare that hoodwinked entire departments of our government and wasted millions in tax dollars. (UPDATE: Here’s a second verse for the “tell the lie enough” crowd.

When Mr. Smith went to Washington, he learned the hard way that our elected officials are anything but representative of their constituents. Nowadays, the House Democrats just change the rules on the fly to alter vote tallies….especially on a vote that they lose.

In what just might be the dirtiest trick ever played in the House of Representatives, last night Democrats tried first to reverse the outcome of an unfavorable vote, then made it disappear altogether.

Way to start a vacation with a bang!

We all learned early on that the foundation of society is the family. Here we see an obscenely weathy man, again, making his own rules. I suppose, the moral to this story is “he with the most acreage wins”. He even gets the cuckolded soon-to-be-ex-husband to sing his praises. As Gerard says

Remember, “You get to have money, fame, and indulge your perversions at will. We get to watch you whenever we want.”

Ready for your shower now? At least the old boy gets to keep the poodle.

And here’s A Different Kind of Outing… So, get this – The cheating media person trying to fly below the radar at a hacker’s convention gets tricked and subsequently outed herself. Therefore the cheater was cheated by the mass of cheaters at their own cheating game. House odds, perhaps? Trinity, she ain’t. Even hackers can smell a rat.

Thus endeth the lesson.

UPDATE: Fausta, Ed & Siggy touch on all these very same topics in today’s podcast. They are so entertaining to listen to!

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