Light to No Blogging…

The next couple of days will bring little to no blogging here at the praxuem as we have had two deaths in our extended family/beloved friends over the Thanksgiving break.

Keep us in your prayers.

Happy Thanksgiving to You and Yours

As we face a bleak 2011 that may turn out worse than 2010, there still many things to be thankful for.

Tomorrow, around the table with family and friends, thank God for this great country. Pray for the Beltway clowns that are intent on destroying it. Pray for our brave men and women who protect it.

Have a most Blessed Thanksgiving and God Bless us, every one.

Here’s a repost of my favorite Thanksgiving post:

As expected, the sermons this weekend were on gratitude, sprinkled with funny anecdotes about kids saying blessings, burnt birds and bittersweet memories. Some call these days the Holidays from Hell, and yes, sometimes they can be. Think of girlfriends meeting the-parents-of-the-object-of-desire for the first time, or a young bride making her first Thanksgiving feast for the extended family, or those who are suddenly alone and sometimes lost due to sickness and/or death. No pressure here, buck up sweetie, and be cheerful and thankful, or else! And let’s not forget the 400 football games on all day – which to watch, when? We really need one of those big split screen TVs! In like what Christmas has become; Thanksgiving puts us on the never-ending hamster wheel of obnoxious, over-achieving, forced festivity.

A few days ago, The Anchoress wrote about the press’ gloom and doom:

Unfortunately, it is still true that until a new president is installed in the WH, preferably one with a D after the name, only the downsides are newsworthy, and that holds true in every subject. Every subject. My elderly family members are convinced that everything, everywhere, is going to hell, and they are fretful and terrified. They think everyone is out of work, the economy is in a recession, the war in Iraq is lost and there are no real terrorist threats – that’s just made-up stuff. They’re sure America is dying. They are sure the world is headed for famine. They are depressed and do not want to send out Christmas cards, because how can you do that when so much is bad in the world?

If you ask them to look around and wonder how people are buying tiny houses in Queens for a million dollars – while everyone is working, their neighbors are expanding their homes, new businesses are being constructed – if you point out that the the stores and restaurants are crowded – if you ask them how it is that France and Germany have elected America-friendly leaders who are making it a point to work with the unanimously hated President Bush…it does not compute; everything is bad. “All I know,” they say, “is what I hear, and it sounds like the world is going to come to an end soon, because how can it keep going? There is going to be a depression and nuclear war! The oceans are going to cover the whole coast! Everything is going to be lost! Little children are being allowed to get sick and die! Here! In America!” And of course, “everything about Iraq is bad. There is nothing good.”

All they know, you see, is what they hear.

The table this year will be fraught with frightened elders – who trusted the media for years to bring them the truth – believing the end is near.

Along the same vein, Fausta notes that as more and more scientists stand against the Global Warming Hooey Scam of All Time, the collusive press turns up the heat (no pun intended!). Still not enough mindless lemmings in the believer’s queue? Let’s scare them even more!

Also at Fausta, in the latest Carnival of Latin America are many instances of the same dark shadow. Even there people fight against oppression and genocide. But you’ll never hear about it in the media. But at least they reported that another world leader told Chavez to SHUT UP. Maybe this little bug is reaching his expiration date.

It’s sooo easy to be distracted by tin cup dictators and all the world’s woes. That’s what the business of scare-mongering is all about. The press has lost it’s way when it’s only function is to serve as a mouthpiece for power-hungry politicos and blood-thirsty dogmas determined to overthrow America. No wonder our seniors are so worried…they faced down Hitler with a steel-spined resolve bolstered by their faith that fighting evil was the right thing to do; not only for the good of America, but for the good of the world. Freedom has always had a price.

A story from last night’s sermon illustrates perfectly the entitlement mindset that Democrats and liberals have hoodwinked many into believing, and thus hang their election hopes on.

A neighbor (say her name is Mary) sees her other neighbor (say her name is Nancy) and decides to make her a pie. She bakes a lovely pie the next day and takes it next door. Nancy is overwhelmed that her neighbor would be so thoughtful and thanks her profusely. The next week, Mary makes her another pie. When she takes it over, Nancy thanks her again, but with less enthusiasm. The next week, Mary makes her another pie. When she takes it over, Nancy just says “Thanks.” The next week, Mary makes her another pie. When she takes it over, Nancy says, “Thanks, and you’re a day late this time.” The next week, Mary makes her another pie. When she takes it over, Nancy says “Thanks, but next time, can you make a cherry pie instead of apple? I’m getting tired of apple.” The next week, Mary makes her another pie. When she takes it over, Nancy says “You know, if you put a little less sugar in the crust and didn’t handle it so long, the crust wouldn’t be tough.” The next week, Mary has lots to do and forgets to make her pie. When she walked by Nancy’s house, she stuck her head out the door and yelled, “Hey! Where’s my pie?”

How quickly gratitude turns into a jaded sense of entitlement.

Ok, what’s the point of this rant? Thanksgiving is one of our only truly American traditions. Sure, some people call it “the hateful, racist, you-stole-our-country holiday”, because after all the First Amendment protects everyone’s axe and their right to grind it. And sure, the holiday has been bent and twisted to suit marketeers and cooking shows. I can really do without the mini-bundt cakes with festive fall nosegays at each place setting that tie into the theme of….

Why don’t we go back to the original idea? Simple people, pioneers really, expressing their pure and heartfelt gratitude for not starving to death over the harsh winter, not being killed by hostiles (regardless of their native inhabitant status – remember other European countries coveted this land and were willing to kill in God’s name to take it) or mysterious disease, and sharing what food they had with those that would share it with them. A humble heartfelt thanksgiving. Not a holiday, but a state of mind.

Shouldn’t that be our prayer every day?

Whhhaaaaaaaaat?

Just in case you haven’t had your sputtering outrage moment for today, this should really get you goin’…

Developers of the controversial Park51 Islamic community center and mosque located one tenth of a mile from Ground Zero earlier this month applied for roughly $5 million in federal grant money set aside for the redevelopment of lower Manhattan after the attacks of September 11th, according to two sources with direct knowledge of the matter.

The second wave of attacks by those who hate us is coming, and they want to finance it with our own money.

Ok, Pretend I’m a German Soldier Hiding in the Brush When I Say…

Very in-ter-rest-tink.

While most of America shakes their collective head over the Democrats electing the most toxic political figure in modern American history to be their leader again, another story is beginning to emerge. A story that sounds just like something the underhanded Pelosi would pull.

From Anthony Martin, at the Conservative Examiner,

New allegations raise suspicions concerning the near-miraculous election of Nancy Pelosi as House Minority Leader in the 2011 Congress, which is set to take office in January, leading to the question, did Pelosi blackmail the White House to get the post?

[…] Is it lack of courage, perhaps, that led to the Democrats’ questionable move? Or is there a more sinister reason? One person suggests blackmail. And the charge is not too far-fetched.

Ulsterman reports today that White House sources have alluded to information Pelosi has on the President — information that could be so damaging to Obama that his Presidency would be sent into a tailspin. So fetermined was Pelosi to keep her position of leadership in the House that sources suggest she used that information to put pressure on the White House, which then put pressure on House Democrats to vote in favor of Pelosi for Minority Leader.

This Ulsterman had a discussion with a White House insider, who, shall we say, spilled a LOT of beans.

Insider: Ok, so if I’m being told this, being told repeatedly that Speaker pelosi has had it with the White House, has had it with the president, is gonna help send them all packin’ Away to political has-been street, and then she actually stays on as party leader, that means something happened. Something changed from what I am being told. Or somebody got it wrong – and either way, I can be -expletive- over on this whole thing. Do you realize how powerful a Speaker of the House really is? And Pelosi is about as tough a Speaker as I’ve seen. Tough-though lady. Not someone you wanna make an enemy of, right? So…if-if…if she stays on as party leader, that means she was got to. That means she made a deal. And if she was gonna help crack heads over at the White House, that means she probably made a deal with them, right? And that means this information she was supposed to help leak out there to the rest of us, to others, will probably disappear.

Ulsterman: But the Republicans will control Congress. Pelosi won’t be Speaker. Seems like that information would still get out there. Why wouldn’t it?

Insider: Because the only way the White House would agree to a deal is if they were given that information to keep for themselves or had assurances it as no longer available. They are not going to just allow Pelosi to keep holding it over them. You see, the White House was sending out strong signals that Pelosi must go. I know this. I heard it first hand from members of Congress. She is gone. So if she all of a sudden stays, and stays as leader of the party, that means the White House stopped pushing for her to be gone. And that means a deal was made. And THAT means I’m left scrambling for cover in all of this. And so is everyone who has been talking to me. The Republicans don’t take over until 2011, right? Whatever information Pelosi has on Obama – and she has it. Don’t you doubt that. She’s got it. Well, that information could easily be no more by January. Bye-bye, gone. Replaced, misplaced – never was, never will be again. That -expletive- happens all the time. I mean all the time.

If this is true, and it does sound like something these scoundrels would pull, how can we stop it from happening? Pelosi claimed she was going to drain the swamp when she was elected Speaker, instead she’s become the swamp. This is treason. They all should all go to jail.

Ethics, Schmethics!

Evidently the pathetic Charlie Rangel hand-slap was just the warm up band.

…the House Ethics Committee suddenly postponed the trial of Maxine Waters on ethics violation because it found more evidence of direct intervention by her office to benefit the bank in which her husband owned a substantial interest. According to new e-mails uncovered by the committee, her chief of staff directly coordinated with other members of the House Financial Services Committee on behalf of OneUnited.

Why “suddenly postpone?” To circle the wagons? This trial could have a domino effect, further weakening the Democratic party.

Waters may not be the only Democrat in trouble if this is true. The e-mails used loaded but generic terms like “small bank language,” a code for the known interest Waters had in OneUnited. After all, Waters had already discussed her interest in the bank with Frank, and the nudge would be unmistakable. Everyone on that committee knew that the “small bank” that held the most interest for Waters was the small bank in which her family held so much interest.

That opens up questions about the ethics not just of Waters but of those committee members who cooperated with Moore and his pleas for “small bank” assistance. OneUnited ended up with millions in TARP money, and unlike other applicants, got to count that cash among its assets before actually receiving the money. The preferential treatment the bank received — unique among over 700 applicants for TARP money — seems oddly coincidental to Waters’ status and the newly exposed machinations of Moore on her behalf.

Seems to me that the Democrats would want to rush the trial, while they still have a majority in Congress, so Maxine can get her ceremonial hand-slap as well.

Pop the popcorn. This is going to get interesting!

Bleg for Jimmie

CPAC pal Jimmie of The Sundries Shack is blegging for a Thanksgiving miracle. He is in dire straits with a hefty car repair – click on over and hit his tip jar!

Wow. Just Wow.

Just watch the video.

We’ve heard of out-of-body experiences for years. But for a child to recall such things? Praise God in heaven above! I echo Hot Air’s sentiment:

Now while I know this story is quite uncommon, I must say that I have no reason to disbelieve what they are saying, and in fact it seems to corroborate what I already believe to be true as a Christian. I’m sure there are some of you who will be naysayers, but to me this is pretty amazing and rather difficult to simply reject out of hand.

Sorry, It’s Not You. It’s Me. It’s Over.

Sorry Delta. I’m giving you your frequent flier card back. We were together for so long. Our relationship started when I worked for you as a star-stuck young grad. The years just flew by (haha-pun). But as we grew old together, things began to sour and we drifted a bit.

But now, this… this is the last straw. I honestly can’t stay with someone who disrespects me as a person. I’m leaving with my head held high, with my dignity intact.

It’s not you. It’s me. I just can’t understand what you see in that T-S-A. I mean, really, they are all over you all the time. And you just, well, you stand there like nothing is happening. Please. You’re embarrassing people. Remember grandma’s rule? No PDA in public? Go get a room, or something

Sigh. We’ll always have that weekend in Nuevo Laredo.*

Before I leave, can I ask you one more little favor? Can you send all my FF miles to over to Amtrak? When I needed a big shoulder to cry on, well, they were just there and understood.

(Idea from Megan McArdle, who has her own Dear John.)

Anyone else breaking up? Just link here or leave a comment. We can commiserate together.

P.S. * Remember where the quote is from?

UPDATE: Tooooo funny.

Guilty, Food, Crooks, Junk, Ambush, Nannified

What an interesting collection of words. Only on the internetz can you have such wondrous variety.

Rotten to the core Rep. Charlie Rangel is Guilty! Guilty! Guilty! What a big surprise.

The overbearing government nanny is messing with our food. If they can’t kill us with their health care reform, then they’ll just starve us to death.

Crooks to the left of me, crooks to the right. Mr. Travis, Esq., is quite quoteworthy:

“It’s not a bad defense given how woeful Auburn’s options are, but it’s a desperate one that is doomed to fail. Why? Because if accepted, the defense would open up a hole in the NCAA rulebook that you could drive a Brink’s truck full of cash through. If the NCAA accepts this defense to its bylaws, it would mean that any recruit’s family was free to shake down the schools that were recruiting him so long as the family claimed the recruit was unaware of it and the player didn’t end up attending the school.”

The overbearing government pervert wants in your pants before you can get on that plane to see your grandkids for the holidays.

Rising Republican star attacked by … wait for it … leftist hack with an agenda.

That pompous government nanny wants to disable your cell phone when you’re in your car, for safety’s sake of course. What if you are in an accident and need to call 911? Too bad. According to the nanny’s economically stifling playbook , you’re supposed to die, die, DIE – and preemptively get off the overreaching and useless government health care you will be forced to buy next year.

UPDATE: More from Mr. Clay Travis, Esq., vis Get The Picture. And Finebaum.

I Would So Get One of These!

Via Paco,

Be the toast of the next neighborhood block party! Have your greenie, tree-hugging, non-leaf burning, CFL bulbing, hybrid-driving, multiple-plastic-recycling neighbor frothing at the mouth every time you drive by! Fun for all ages!

I Don’t Want To Talk About It

No, I don’t. Really. I don’t.

Henryk Gorecki, Composer of “Sorrowful Songs,” Dead at 76

(via The Anchoress)

The Polish composer, Henryk Gorecki, passed away yesterday. He was 76.

…the work for which Mr. Gorecki is most widely known, the Symphony No. 3 (1976), explores the gradations of a single mood: somber, introspective reflection, conveyed in three long, slow, quiet movements that last nearly an hour. Scored for orchestra and soprano, the work’s vocal sections include settings of a 15th-century sacred lamentation, a simple prayer (“Oh Mamma do not cry — Immaculate Queen of Heaven support me always”) scrawled by a young girl on the wall of a Gestapo prison in southern Poland, and a plaintive Polish folk song in which a mother grieves for a son lost in war.

This achingly beautiful excerpt was recorded at Auschwitz by Sinfonietta Cracovia, conducted by John Axelrod and featuring soprano Isabel Bayrakdaraian. It was included in the film HOLOCAUST – A Music Memorial Film from Auschwitz.

Remember America, but for the Grace of God and the blood and toil of patriots before us – there go we.

Cameron’s House For Sale

Cameron Frye that is. You’ll recognize the house from Ferris Bueller’s Day Off.

Just $1.65 million. Merely a drop in the bucket for a G-man.

Go Dawgs!

Beat Auburn! Please!

(At least there are no visible jorts in that picture!)

Oh, The Horror!

Courtesy of Jimmie, here’s your pass-the-eye-bleach moment of the week.

The Beatles wanted to make a Lord of the Rings movie. Thank goodness J.R.R. Tolkien squashed it.

If this movie had been made, it would have destroyed Tolkien’s entire creation and we’d still be talking about it as the worst movie ever made. How bad could it have been? Think “live-action Yellow Submarine, with Elves”.

Egad.

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