Spiritual Warfare

I’ve added a new quote to the sidebar by G.K. Chesterton. These are dark days, indeed.

Advent brings out the worse in some of human kind. The events of this last week are evidence of such. Read Elizabeth’s post on the harassment of priests who are trying to help victim’s families.

Sick. Just sick.

Please pray for the victims, their families, their communities, their caregivers. Pray a hole through the sky.

If you want to do something in remembrance, try this if you’re the knitty/ crochety type.

knitters_for_newtown

Hell. Handbasket. In Progress.

As this past week staggered to its close, and my usual Christmas preparations still lay in their respective boxes thanks to a deeper than usual holiday funk swirling around yours truly, by Friday I decided I’d had enough.

First, prayers and solace go out to the families in Newtown, CT. The yammering heads on the news just need to SHUT UP. People, real people, including children, are dead. They deserve the utmost respect, not to be a political prop in your latest personal agenda.

Before the tragedy, some idiot commentator on ESPN decided a rookie NFL QB wasn’t BLACK enough for his tastes. Imagine the firestorm if a white commentator had uttered the same sentiments. They’d be fired, immediately. Sick of these double-standards? So I am.

Since the election, our government has spun out of control. Privacy is erased by secret fiat. Obamacare, DHS, the fiscal cliff, all manner of legislative largesse reversal and mass constituent hog-tying promise to obliterate what’s left of America.

As Bill Whittle says, “This is not a government. This is a tumor.”

Call for Prayer and Help

The internetz is an amazing thing. Before, prayer warriors only learned about needs through letters, prayer lists and phone calls. Now, with the push of the Publish button, thousands will take to their knees to pray for someone they’ve never met. I know. I’ve felt those prayers on more than one occasion. Now it’s our turn to care for another friend we haven’t met yet.

Amusing Bunni, a favorite commenter at many sites for years, has learned she has terminal liver cancer.

Please pray for her and her family. More details here.

Happy Thanksgiving

Best wishes to you and yours for a happy and blessed Thanksgiving.

If you haven’t already, read Erick’s Thanksgiving post.

Where in the World…

We arrived home Saturday night at almost midnight. RedState was a great success and soon, very soon, I’ll have thoughts and even pictures if I can only find the camera in this mess of boxes and bags and bikes.

In the meantime, for the next two weeks, blogging will be scarce to non-existent as we are packing and moving the younglings off to school.

NotSoWeeHighander returns to his college in Rome, at least what’s left of it. He’s easy to move. Sheets, clothes, game system, laptop, TV, gallon of milk and two boxes of Chips Ahoy Chocolate Chunk cookies. Everything fits into the back of an SUV. Done.

HornGirlWithoutAGig heads off to grad school in NY. Besides all the usual girlie stuff, too many clothes, shoes, makeup, jewelry, books, trinkets, and a drugstore’s worth of shower/hair products, we also have a bike, a horn, a stand, four crates of music, various electronics including a new MacBook and five boxes of YARN. Yes, YARN.

Insert into this swirling sirocco of bedlam our ailing and ancient dog. Last week, Elizabeth/The Anchoress lost her beloved Allie. Oh, how I wept when I read her post. Now we face the same grief as we watch our little Chance fade away. I had so hoped he would make it until the kids were gone and we could handle everything quietly. This morning I’m surprised he made it through the night. He may take his leave of us before the kids ship off, which will make our partings even more bittersweet.

Pray for us.

Birthdays, Solar Storms, Busted Gizmos and Grief

Over the weekend, my baby boy turned 20. I’m so proud of the young man he is becoming.

Today, just as we managed to run all the carpetbaggin’ politicians out of town, more trouble rolls in.

Beginning this evening, a strong solar storm will start bombarding the Earth with all sorts of magnetic happiness, sure to cause all the gizmos and gadgets we are addicted to … to misbehave. So tomorrow may be a very long day, especially for those so afflicted.

Don’t mistake it for an EMP (a type of tech attack America is woefully unprepared for), because according to our Dear Leader, no one wants to attack America. Riiiiight…

An EMP attack is a high-intensity burst of electromagnetic energy caused by the rapid acceleration of charged particles. These particles, if strong enough, cause a destruction of electrical circuits. This affects cell phones, computers, vehicles, airplanes, and even the power grid. In the case of a successful EMP attack, transportation systems would be halted, communications devices would be rendered useless, and grocery stores would be unable to preserve or restore food supplies. “The result would be starvation, disease, and lawlessness on a scale not experienced in modern times,” [Eric] Hannis says.

Wow. That sounds a lot like a plot from The Walking Dead. But without Dale. Poor Dale. Poor dead Dale. Or the current whiny GOP narrative.

And the grief? Well, I’m still awash in it, as each new day brings a different revelation. I covet your prayers.

Stunning News: Andrew Breitbart Died Last Night

Andrew Breitbart, 1969-2012

H/T Gateway Pundit.

From Big Hollywood:

With a terrible feeling of pain and loss we announce the passing of Andrew Breitbart.

Andrew passed away unexpectedly from natural causes shortly after midnight this morning in Los Angeles.

We have lost a husband, a father, a son, a brother, a dear friend, a patriot and a happy warrior.

Andrew lived boldly, so that we more timid souls would dare to live freely and fully, and fight for the fragile liberty he showed us how to love.

Andrew recently wrote a new conclusion to his book, Righteous Indignation:

I love my job. I love fighting for what I believe in. I love having fun while doing it. I love reporting stories that the Complex refuses to report. I love fighting back, I love finding allies, and—famously—I enjoy making enemies.

Three years ago, I was mostly a behind-the-scenes guy who linked to stuff on a very popular website. I always wondered what it would be like to enter the public realm to fight for what I believe in. I’ve lost friends, perhaps dozens. But I’ve gained hundreds, thousands—who knows?—of allies. At the end of the day, I can look at myself in the mirror, and I sleep very well at night.

Andrew is at rest, yet the happy warrior lives on, in each of us.

Jeff Emanuel at RedState:

Andrew was larger than life in many ways. A huge man with an even bigger personality (and a still bigger family), he was kind and generous to a fault, and had a level of dedication and tenacity that few of us will ever be able to understand.

Though he was viewed by many on the left as the reincarnation of the Prince of Darkness himself – a persona he worked very hard to maintain – Andrew was a kind man who cared as passionately about for his fellow man as he did for the conservative cause.

Indeed. I met him only once, at CPAC 2011. He was charming and just as attentive to me, in our few minutes chatting, as he was to the BigBlogGuys.

Words fail. Please pray for the Breitbart family.

UPDATE: Ed has video of Andrew waxing his usual eloquence on the Pigford fiasco, along with new information that Andrew collapsed while walking outside his home around midnight. EMT’s were unable to revive him. So, so sad.

Erick says “a supernova has gone dark.” (Cross-posted at PeachPundit) What a perfect description of Andrew.

What I admired most about Andrew was his willingness to be the lightening rod despite criticism from both the left and the right. He was the lightening rod and when lightening struck, Andrew used the brilliant flash of light to direct everyone’s attention to precisely what he wanted them to see. He was a master at it. The attention he garnered was never about getting attention for himself, but using the attention to tell the story and share the news he wanted told and shared.

Almost As Fun As Holding a Porkchop Over a Piranha Tank

Well, this morning Peach Pundit (see here and here) stirred up the masses in daring to express a little sympathy for Karen Handel, former candidate for Georgia Governor and current VP for Public Policy at Susan G. Komen Foundation. Yes, that Susan G. Komen Foundation… the one that’s been in the news for daring to get out of lockstep with the Planned Parenthood crowd.

It was almost as fun as holding a porkchop over a piranha tank. The feeding frenzy began in earnest, with the usual suspects sniping back and forth over the intertubez, dredging up old campaign slog and muck. The KarenHandelHaters, the AbortionIsAGodGivenRight protestors, the LiberalEntitlementScamsters and the IJustDisagreeToBeDisagreeable lurkers all ganged up on the few who tried to make the point about how shameful is was that the liberal media immediately pointed out that Karen Handel, a (gasp!) Republican woman with strong value beliefs, was in a position of responsibility at the foundation and therefore had to be the prime instigator of the decision to end PP’s funding. The pixel ink was barely dry on the first post reporting the funding change when the witchhunt began in earnest. What an evil woman! She’s a witch! Burn her! Burn her!

One issue at hand is that PP’s umbrella of “women’s health” services includes breast cancers screenings, but they outsource the mammogram portion of the service. Gee, wouldn’t it make better sense for SGK to fund the mammogram providers, not PP? It’s their money, isn’t it?

It doesn’t have anything to do with research for breast cancer, saving lives, women’s health or even the money. The whole bruhaha boils down to deviating from the liberal narrative. If one dares stray, we now have the state-run press to act as Big Brother and blast over the Oceanian loudspeakers your name, rank and serial number.

One big, giant reeking bowl of Osso Buco slime.

But back to our Georgia friend. The biggest shame in this whole spectacle is that a fine woman of good character has been attacked and maligned, in an unwarranted and cruel fashion. She deserves our prayers to withstand the firestorm around her.

God help America. What have we become?

2011: Don’t Let the Screen Door Hit You on the Way Out

I don’t know about you, but 2011 was not a stellar year here at the little praxeum. So I’m not mourning the passing of this sad, disappointing year; neither am I looking at 2012 with hysterical dread like some.

(On a personal note: Dear MIL come home from hospital yesterday. Heartfelt thanks for the many prayers and words of encouragement during her illness. We spent the first few hours of her freedom celebrating the wonderful non-hospital food at OK Cafe. Also, if Piedmont would kindly forward the address of the manufacturer of the concrete hospital beds they use, I would like to, ahem, write them a letter.)

I had planned some sprucing up around the blog over the holidays, but since the black hole of hospitalling ate our Christmas whole, well, it just didn’t happen. Maybe by spring break. Charlie would not call that a SMART goal. Heh.

I have no resolutions. I have no predictions, except for maybe one. 2012 is going to be one helluva roller-coaster ride. I don’t even know where to begin.

SOPA (Stop Online Piracy Act, H.R. 3261) will consume our entire bandwidth, if Obama doesn’t just kill the switch altogether. More here, here, and here. The OPEN Act is a more workable alternative, but here’s two bucks saying you’ll never hear about it through the state run media. In typical fashion, our overlords are trying to push this through while the general public is distracted by the holidays.

If only the GOP would stop bickering and focus on Obama’s multitude of failures, at least the presidential portion of this election would be a breeze. Across the pond, Obama is being compared to Hoover and considered a cog in the general decline of world stability. In fact, many historians are comparing the the last decade or so to the 1930’s. I did that back in 2006. I wish more than two people read this blog. Just think if I could use my Jedi prowess up in DC! Smitty thinks that technology enables us humans to see potential outcomes, and that some of us, at least, have learned our history lessons:

The big question for 2012 is whether technology can prevent a repeat of a collapse into fascism, as in 1932, and a vast war. I’ll boldly predict that technology drives the problem the other way. People communicate enough to realize that the social welfare state is the biggest clay-footed idol since Nebuchadnezzar. The tricky question is how you maneuver out from under the idol before it topples and crushes you, i.e. what is the transition plan toward liberty.

My only caveat for The Smittster is while people are able to communicate instantaneously these days, how many will be able to break free from the indoctrination from years of indentured servitude to the entitlement gods to see the true dangers that lay ahead? Liberty is never free, regardless of what that lobbyist just whispered in your ear.

To me, besides being first out of the chute, Iowa is no longer relevant. It is just another manufactured media opportunity to manipulate opinions in an election cycle. Another frenzoid moment, compliments of a decayed system.

Europe is dying, rotting from the soul outward. We can still stop this in America. Our forefathers shed both blood and treasure to fight the corruption of tyrants and reclaim the freedom bestowed by our Creator. Now we get to do it in our own backyards.

There’s much more, but it’s time for football and after this past week, we deserve some time to kick back and enjoy the final days of our favorite sport.

Go Utah. Beat the Bugs.

P.S. Happy New Year!

Merry Christmas to All!

And heartfelt thanks for the many prayers lifted up on my MIL’s behalf. She was sitting up today and showing improvement.

Merry Christmas!

Call for Prayers! Urgent!

My dear mother-in-law was admitted to hospital last night with a multiple of problems. Please pray for her!

UPDATE: Many thanks for the prayers and kind words on FB. She is much improved today. Hopefully she can go home soon.

Hope, Despair and the Coming Apocalypse

It has been five weeks today since I interviewed for a promotion. No news. Good grief, even Congress advances at a speedier pace than this glacial establishment. [UPDATE: Bah, humbug.]

Over at Pioneer Woman, Mark Spearman writes this excellent piece on The Shawshank Redemption, one of my favorite movies. (I mean, really, I have hundreds of favorite movies. Don’t make me pick.) Andy has so much hope, so much perseverance, is it any wonder he finally achieves his freedom?

At the end of the day, I think the central message of Shawshank is that it’s not angry defiance that defeats oppression. It is the ability to keep our dignity, and our sense of self, intact.

Then over at Gerard’s place, our favorite Heart-on-the-Mend poet worries that the swelling ocean below us is really a whale. He’s been on quite the Melville bender lately. Perhaps a visit by Bakerella is order.

Can you feel it lurking just under the surface? I can and I think you can as well. The Greeks knew it as “Nemesis.” Melville’s Ahab knew it as “thou damned whale” and he struck at it from Hell’s heart. Unperturbed it gathered him up and took him down. Then it took the boat and after that the ship. All save one followed. The whale beneath the surface of America’s life is still there and all signs point to its breaching soon. Exactly where and exactly how are still unknown, but soon.

I feel the thing beneath the boat and I think others of my fellow citizens in ever growing millions feel it as well. We do not feel good about it and what it augers for the near and far future.

In both cases, truer words have never been spoken (or written). We hope. We despair. Then we hope again. Americans are like that, you know.

Like Mr. Lundie said in Brigadoon, “…sunshine can peep through a wee hole…”

About a year from now, there will be a test. What once was a cyclical exercise in civil awareness and citizen involvement is now lining up to be The Election That Decides America’s Future.

Don’t despair. It will be a bloody battle, but America will win in the end. Like Andy Dufresne.

Bad Form. Bad Form, Indeed.

Woman’s yard sale to pay medical bills gets shut down

A woman [Jan Cline] fighting a terminal form of bone cancer is trying to raise money to help pay bills with a few weekend garage sales, but the city of Salem says she’s breaking the law and is shutting her down.

Surely these people have something better to do, like catch criminals or something.

In the meantime, here is the Help Jan Cline Facebook page and if you can spare a few dollars, you can can donate at Jan Cline’s Fight Against Cancer.

Chilling Video

From The Right Scoop, via Obi…

Joy Tinged With Sadness

Yesterday, with the news of bin Laden’s demise, I couldn’t help but remember those who were lost at his hands. True, he was responsible for the deaths of thousands of people worldwide, even those of his own race and creed, but my thoughts centered on those killed on 9/11/2001.

Roswell Patch contacted me about the Michael Gann tribute I’d written in 2009 as part of the 2996 Project. Christine Foster’s article is a sweet remembrance.

If even for a short while, again, we have that 9/12 mindset. Neither conservative or liberal, Democrat or Republican, we are Americans first. We embrace those who lost loved ones to terrorist attacks, as a loving mother cuddles and reassures an injured child. After all, we all lost that day.

Justice has been served. God Bless America.

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