Remember Me? I Used to Blog Here…

Haha. Just kidding. Let’s catch up, shall we?

I was sick. A weird kind of sick. At first, it seemed like the flu, but lingered about in a strange, unsettling way. I’d had a flu shot last fall, so according to all the medical types I knew, any flu should be minor and relatively short-lived, since the all-powerful-Oz-flu-shot-makers almost got it right this year. By the fifth day of my general malaise and discomfort, my face was getting numb, dizzyness ruled and my left ear was ringing. More phone calls and time on the couch. Now the consensus of opinion is the mystery illness was really a nasty ear infection that crawled into my sinuses. At least this 1600mg of daily nuclear antibiotic seems to be working.

That’s why they call it a “practice.” Some day, one of them thar doctor types will get it right.

In the midst of all this excitement, I had my birthday. No parade this year, due to my general lack of enthusiasm.

So back to the salt mines.

The Florida primary is tomorrow. I’m really getting tired of all this sniping. Sarah Palin calls them a bunch of cannibals. How true. How can any of these bozos be considered as a serious opponent to the Man Who Pretends to be President?

Newt has a Las Vegas sugardaddy, which explains why he’s still in the race. It can’t be anything he’s actually said

Michelle Malkin has endorsed Rick Santorum. Her arguments are compelling. Nice family you’ve got there. Too bad you’re running for President.

While you’re there, read her post on Mr. and Mrs. Cranky Pants.

So, it turns out that the cool cat billed as “No Drama Obama” by his sycophants is actually quite the drama queen. While the White House publicly pretends to ignore conservative detractors of his administration, Chief Touchy-Touchy seems to be personally consumed by our critiques. Yes, mine included.

On Wednesday, the president had himself a mini-”Toddlers and Tiaras”-style meltdown with Arizona GOP Gov. Jan Brewer after landing in Phoenix for a post-State of the Union dog-and-pony show. As Brewer told pool reporters on the scene, Obama took umbrage at Brewer’s recent memoir. She minced no words on the cover: “Scorpions for Breakfast: My Fight Against Special Interests, Liberal Media, and Cynical Politicos to Secure America’s Border.”

And she minced no words describing her impressions of Obama as they sparred over her state’s tough immigration enforcement law, which is now the subject of a Justice Department witch-hunt. Brewer called Obama “patronizing” and “condescending.” I’d say she was excruciatingly polite.

According to Brewer, “He was a little disturbed about my book. … I said to him that I have all the respect in the world for the office of the president. The book is what the book is. I asked him if he read the book. He said he read (an) excerpt.” In the shadow of Air Force One, Obama complained that Brewer hadn’t “treated him cordially” and then stalked off while she was responding mid-sentence.

Photogs captured the fracas on film. The civility police gasped at Brewer’s “disrespectful” finger-pointing. On cue, one progressive commentator insinuated the gesture was a “racist” jab tantamount to lynching.

(More of that racist-code-word crap. Another thing I am sickeningly tired of. DNC sycophants at their finest.)

But it is entirely fine and proper for the President to be rude. After all, he is the President. Especially disturbing is this exchange with Gov. Bobby Jindal, when he visited Louisiana right after the BP oil spill.

In another instance, Louisiana Republican Gov. Bobby Jindal wrote in a book about an unpleasant brush with this president when he arrived in the state during the gulf oil spill.

“I was expecting words of concern about the oil spill, worry about the pending ecological disaster, and words of confidence about how the federal government was here to help,” Jindal wrote. “Or perhaps he was going to vent about BP’s slow response. But no, the president was upset about something else. … Actually, he wanted to talk about a letter that my administration had sent to Secretary of Agriculture Tom Vilsack a day earlier.

“The letter was rudimentary, bureaucratic, and ordinary. … We were simply asking the federal government to authorize food stamps for those who were now unemployed because of the oil spill. Governors regularly make these sorts of requests to the federal government when facing disaster.

“But somehow, for some reason, President Obama had personalized this. And he was upset.

“There was not a word about the oil spill. He was concerned about looking bad because of the letter. ‘Careful,’ he said to me, ‘this is going to get bad for everyone.’”

So in celebration our Dear Leader’s inability to walk in any commoner’s shoes, let’s have a caption contest!!!

(Editor’s note: This note was scheduled to post on Monday. For some reason, it did not. Thanks, WordPress.)

What’s the use of getting a flu shot?

If you still get the flu?

Bummer.

The Perfect Metaphor

President Obama visits Disney World; shuts down Main Street USA for a speech.

C’mon Mr. Prez, don’t make it so easy for us dumb critics to criticize you.

All those disappointed children. Next thing you know, you’ll be visiting animal shelters, explaining to us why it’s so important for our nation’s survival to kill all those kittens.

Perry Quits, and More

After much fuss and bother, Rick Perry drops out of the race.

More to come later…

And endorses Gingrich.

I guess this picture will just go in the album with all the other pictures of whozies/whatzies of folks I’ve rubbed shoulders with over the years. Big sigh. I was there when he announced and the sheer electricity in the room was something I will never forget. I wasn’t quite ready to endorse or support anyone yet, but he was on the short list.

As I write, Smitty is live-blogging the debate.

Two people whose opinions I eminently respect, see DOOM.

Elizabeth, The Anchoress, believes that Obama is licking his chops right now, believing he can beat any of the guys left.

The media assist to Obama is real, and needs to be taken into account. Recall Evan Thomas’ unapologetic projection that media assists can give a Democrat candidate an extra 10-15% they might not otherwise have (they certainly did, with John Kerry — a dreadful candidate who should never done as well as he did in the 2004 election) and yes, I think the White House has to feel good, right now.

As things stand today, you won’t hear any more about Hillary Clinton replacing Joe Biden on the ticket. She’s not needed. You won’t hear any more about her running independently specifically to rid the Democrats of Obama, which many of them would quietly love to see.

Absent a brokered convention, and barring something at-this-moment completely unforeseen, Obama will win re-election in ’12. In a cakewalk.

Just how stupid are the Republicans? That stupid. This election was theirs to lose. And they’re losing it.

Erick thinks that the GOP is being played by underground Paul supporters.

prominent friend told me some weeks ago that he noticed an odd thing. In his state, several people who have been successful in getting themselves known as very probably Mitt Romney delegates for the Republican National Convention are also his supporters. And they are not just my friends’ supporters, they are also long time staunch Ron Paul supporters.

Why then would they, long time staunch Ron Paul supporters, align this year with Mitt Romney? He made calls and talked to friends in other states. All of them saw the same thing happening — long time Dr. Paul supporters working to become delegates to the convention pledging to support Mitt Romney and others.

If the field stays fractured at this level, with only a few people, but each getting delegates enough to prevent the front runner from an outright majority, there will be a second vote at the Republican National Convention.

Delegates are only locked in for their candidate during the first vote. After the first vote, they can vote for whoever they want. So if Mitt Romney is unable to clear an outright majority on the first ballot, suddenly he could see some of his delegates turn on him — turn and go back to Ron Paul.

It is an ingenious strategy premised on a convention where no one gets majority support early. It plays well to a primary calendar where the delegates are first awarded proportionally. Who knows if it is a campaign strategy or just his volunteers, but the Paul campaign has been active now for four years trying to take over local parties.

It may pay off if the GOP doesn’t unite around a candidate soon.

Scary, isn’t it? And the whole time, Obama just sits there, waiting like a spider…

But back to today.

The campaign as a whole has declined to such a point that folks are making fun of candidate’s yearbook pictures. Really? You’ve stooped to this?

Right on cue, ABC tries to sink Newt’s ship with the “bitter ex-wife blast furnace” strategy. Drudge squealed, and stole the thunder. Hahaha! However, PeachPundit got the real scoop on Marianne’s bombshell. Read the whole thing, I’ll wait. It’s worth it.

I think the whole thing will boomerang on ABC and end up helping Newt. So does Sarah Palin. People are sick and tired of the media trying to torpedo anyone who doesn’t subscribe to their script of scorched-earth, progressive-infused, far-left journalism.

And just in case your mind wandered for just a second, don’t forget that The Won himself torpedoed the Keystone pipeline. Blaming Republicans, blah blah blah.

Exit Question: Should a sitting President HATE his country soooo much, that he tries to destroy it with every action he takes?

Our Government At Work

…busily scrubbing any mention of God from the public square. This is a very interesting bit of information about the MLK Memorial in DC:

The words “God,” “Jesus” and “Lord” — ever-present in King’s speeches and sermons — are carved nowhere in the stones of the memorial dedicated in his name.

Read the whole thing. I am at a loss for words.

Tweet of the Week – UPDATED

Newsweek.

I can’t stop laughing. Stop it, really. I can’t breathe!

UPDATE: Fausta (and Patrerico) shred our favorite self-educated OB-GYN.

Stinking Up the Room With “Electability”

(via Ace) Baseball Crank gives words to this nagging unease in my gut:

The other point I would make about integrity is that it goes close to the core of why a Romney nomination worries me so much: because we would all have to make so many compromises to defend him that at the end of the day we may not even recognize ourselves. Romney has, in a career in public office of just four years (plus about 8 years’ worth of campaigning), changed his position on just about every major issue you can think of, and his signature accomplishment in office was to be wrong on the largest policy issue of this campaign.

Yes, Obama is bad, and Romney can be defended on the grounds that he can’t possibly be worse. Yes, Romney is personally a good man, a success in business, faith and family. But aside from his business biography, his primary campaign has been built entirely on arguments and strategies – about touting his own electability and dividing, coopting or delegitimizing other Republicans – none of which will be of any use in the general election. What, then, will we as politically active Republicans say about him?

…Mitt Romney’s record is just one endless sheet of thin ice as far as the eye can see – there’s no way to have any kind of confidence that we can tell people he stands for something today without being made fools of tomorrow. We who have laughed along with Jim Geraghty’s prescient point that every Obama promise comes with an expiration date will be the ones laughed at, and worse yet we will know the critics are right. Every time I try to talk myself into thinking we can live with him, I run into this problem. It’s one that particularly bedeviled Republicans during the Nixon years – many partisan Republicans loved Nixon because he made the right enemies and fought them without cease or mercy, but the man’s actual policies compromised so many of our principles that the party was crippled in the process even before Watergate. We can stand for Romney, but we’ll find soon enough that that’s all we stand for.

Read the whole thing… I’ll wait.

Now, last night I got exceptionally peeved with the NH primary coverage, mostly around 8:00 when the talking head gushed that Romney was the clear winner, with 11% percent of the precincts reporting. I turned to the Hubster and said wouldn’t 36% for first and 25% for second be a run-off in a normal election. He just rolled his eyes and returned to his new addiction iPad.

In the spirit of Monday’s tirade, let’s look at some numbers again. 25 votes were fought over in Iowa. New Hampshire has 12 delegates, awarded by vote percentage, but we’re not going to get into that right now. Add 12 to 25 and you’ve got 37. Wow – a whopping 1.62% of the total delegates. And the media would have you believe it’s all over but the shoutin’.

Which gets me back to this ‘electability’ moniker being thrown around by media monkeys and whoever else. The whole thing just stinks. We all Most of us want someone/anyone who can kick The Won out of office. That’s a basic premise most ordinary Americans can agree on. But is Romney truly the best the GOP has to offer? Is Romney what the GOP thinks will turn this country around? Or is he just the latest narcissist to fit the mold?

I beg to differ, kind sirs, I beg to differ. If it does boil down to Romney as the nominee, I will vote for him as the only thing to stop Obama from regulating us back to Third World Nation status, but only while wearing a clothespin on my nose in the voting booth.

UPDATE: Seeeeee – smarter people that me are saying the same thing!

Knitting in Publick

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That’s my mitten cuff with my breakfast for lunch plate at Thumb’s Up Diner. Yes, I’m a brave soul, knitting in pub-lick while the Legislature is in session and New Hamshirites are voting their primary!

New Friends, Hysterics and Everybody Loves a Pretty Girl

Hide your daughters and and your silverware, the Georgia General Assembly is back in town.

Last night was the first PeachPundit Road Show of 2012, annually falling on the eve of the first legislative gavel.

I made several new acquaintances. It helps to bring a pretty girl along.

One, Mr. BJ Van Gundy, gave me the idea for a great post today about the typical media hysterics that will saturate every particle of existence until November. According to The Green Papers, the Republican Convention will have 2,286 delegate votes. A majority vote (1,144) is required to nominate “the winner” as the Republican candidate for President. Since Iowa is now past, the following votes are pledged, but not committed:

      6 – Romney, Willard “Mitt”
      6 – Santorum, Richard J. “Rick”
      6 – Paul, Ronald E. “Ron”
      4 – Gingrich, Newton Leroy “Newt”
      3 – Perry, James Richard “Rick”

That’s a whopping 25 votes out of 2,286! 1.09%! And the state run media is already ramming their narrative that Romeny is the clear victor when at least 75% of the ordinary folks like me and you don’t want him as the Republican candidate. And there are 11 more months to go. Woohoo! Good Lord help us all.

Also, we were the recipients of one of the famous Morsberger Elephant Ties. After admiring his tie and noting my College Boy, the history major, would really like one, where might I order one, etc., Emory promptly pulled it off his neck and handed it to my daughter and said to send this to your brother. His card has a great quote on the back that my boy will just love:

It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done better. The credit belongs to the man in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly… who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions, who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who have never known neither victory nor defeat. — Theodore Roosevelt

Everyone had a great time, including my usually apolitical daughter. She was regaled with facts, opinions, stories and even met the notorious Charlie Harper.

A great night, indeed.

Quote of the Day

Monitor alert. That Mr. G Guy:

Newt Gingrich?…Really?…That $OB has more baggage than a whole platoon of skycaps could handle. And the skeletons in his closet – well, lets just say that when those skeletons start rattling their bones, it sounds like the drum solo from Wipe Out.

Iowa and Some Pretty Pictures

Lots of yackety-yak on the tubes today about Whhaaaat Ioooowwwaaa Meeeaaannns.

What I see is a lot of smoke and bother. The state-run media talking heads telling us what to think and how to vote. SSDD. And despite what the media yaps spew, the turnout in Iowa was less than stellar and does not in anyway reflect any kind of trend or surge or mandate or anything.

What really interests me are these little nuggets, complete with some pretty pictures.

Mitt Romney won, but only by 8 votes, which is the smallest margin of victory in the history of the Iowa Caucuses. But compared to the previous caucus in 2008, Romney got less votes.

But when you look at the county-by-county numbers, the picture changes.

Santorum won more rural counties, which tend to be more conservative. Romney won more urban counties, which tend to be (you guessed it!) more liberal. Romney = ObamaLite. To see the county-by-county breakdown, visit iowacacus.com and use their cool interactive map.

Money-wise, Santorum wins outright. Compared to Mitt’s hundreds of campaign dollars spent per vote, Santorum spent about a dollar per vote. “A penny saved is a penny earned” (Benjamin Franklin). The grassroots approach worked. Sweater vests overcame cool hair.

Basically, what this tells me is that even now, voters are still hoping for a ‘None of the Above’ option. Erick is right in that after George W. Bush left office, there was a vacumm in the GOP, top to bottom.

The Republican field was unable to reboot because we had no logical successor coming out of the White House to either win or lose. We went back to McCain and have had to work our way back through unresolved issues from 2000. And now, when the field should be rebooted, we’re having to deal with Mitt Romney who should have been displaced by an heir in 2008 and instead, because the 2008 season did not reboot the crop of candidates, is now the guy three quarters of the GOP does not want who is about to be the nominee.

Our process is chaotic because Bush left us no heir to win or to be rejected through a cathartic process of locking in gains or moving on from Bush. Yes, this one is Bush’s fault. On the bright side, the Democrats will have the same problem in 2016 unless Obama ditches Biden now for Hillary.

But that’s not the only issue the media has failed to pay attention to. There was some serious bull crap coming out of reporters’ mouths last night that is flat out false.

Read the rest. I’ll wait.

Today will be filled with media hysterics on who stays in and who gets out. (I need a clip of Charlie Brown’s teacher here.)

As for me, the big question is who else can get in?

The biggest news of the night, however, was that Stacy made up with David Brooks. Stacy is heading to NH next, so hit his tip jar!

Happy New Year! And a Letter…

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,

George Washington

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?

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