Yep. It’s been Ten Years.

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A little more than ten years ago, I ventured out to the internetz and discovered an entire world of voices just as disgruntled as mine.  I thought if they can do it, so can I.  And one day I just started.

I didn’t pick Pi Day / Albert Einstein’s birthday on purpose.  It was just the day I loosed my inner pyromaniac.  Some days are bright, happy blazes, and others were full-blown five alarmers.  Regardless, it’s been a slow burn for a long time.

The years have expanded the web’s depth and reach.  And sharpened my resolve as I honed my voice.

In last year’s anniversary post, I hinted at my mother’s decline in health. She continues to live in her home, but no longer drives. A caregiver visits during the week.  Her weight has fallen and now she’s like a frail little bird.  Over last summer, she was hospitalized twice.  She still remembers me, most of the time.  But daily tasks are becoming harder for her.   I understand why dementia is called “The Long Goodbye.”  Every time I see her, she is changed.  Just a tiny fraction.  But she is diminishing, slowly evaporating before my eyes.

So I spend as much time with her as I can.  The blog has suffered, along with other areas of my life.  But I’m still active on the web in discussions and contributing to other sites.  I know the time will come when I sadly have too much time because my responsibilities to others have ended.  Hopefully, we will still have enough free speech left that I can speak my mind here.

Ten years is longer than two of my career stops. Most cars/marriages/fruit cakes don’t last that long. Many other blogs (and friends) have fallen away. They are missed. Others, not so much.

If you’re new to this dark little asteroid, you can check out the one post that started it all, plus all nine of the previous anniversary posts – The First, Year One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, and Nine.

Many, many friends have been made along the way. Many prayers said. So much support offered. Special thanks go out to Fausta for her continued friendship, and as always to The Anchoress, Elizabeth Scalia, my blog-mother. It’s all her fault. She continues to amaze and inspire me.

This election season has brought out the worst in all of us.  Let us pray as one for America’s future, safety and sovereignty.

Does My Vote Even Count Anymore?

Yesterday was the Georgia Presidential Primary. After a great deal of prayer and soul/google searching, I voted for Ted Cruz.

This campaign cycle has grated on my nerves to such a point I’m considering abandoning Facebook and Twitter until 2017, at least. Just because I disagree with your candidate du jour’s position/statement/hair style doesn’t mean you have to scream that I’m a hater/bigot/racist/closet Lutheran and you’re going to get me blocked from whatever social media platform you prefer. Just because I voted for one guy doesn’t mean I hate all the others. Get a grip, people.

I’m listening to my buddy on the radio today. He’s slowly unraveling a debrief of why Georgians voted the way they did. But the callers don’t want to hear facts; they want to bash him for saying he’d never vote for Trump.

Well, cranky callers, I won’t vote for Trump, either. Besides not putting out any coherent policy points, and making up words; he just flat gives me the creeps. Max Lucado said it best.  Be a decent human being. You want the President to be someone you can respect and teach your grandchildren to respect while you’re trying to sneak in a little citizenship lesson. Someone who will project strength to our enemies (who have multiplied greatly under the current regime) and trust with our allies. Not someone who threatens to sue everyone out of one side of their mouth and call the rest ugly names out of the other.  No art of the deal for me.

Somehow, instead of voting, it feels like a lousy participation trophy.  Bleh.

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God Bless America

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The Answer to Everything – Space Monkeys

The astute Mr. Kevin Williamson says at NRO what we all know: we’re being governed by space monkeys.

I have spent a fair amount of time around elected officials, regulators, and the like, and when I see them, I think: space monkeys. The first monkey to make it into space was called Albert II, who went up on a V2 rocket. Albert II survived the space flight but not, unlucky little beast, the parachute failure that followed. We primates are in a sense one big family, and the first of us to see the majesty of our little corner of the universe from a vantage point beyond the surly bonds of Earth was a rhesus monkey, the stars laid out like a trail of diamonds before his uncomprehending eyes. The complexity of even the simplest markets is as far beyond the understanding of any politician or bureaucracy — or any single human mind — as astrophysics is beyond a rhesus monkey. Politicians steer the economy like Albert II steered that rocket. It isn’t just that they don’t know which levers to pull at what time — they’re clever enough — but that the thing itself is so incomprehensibly complex as to be effectively unknowable to them.

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Liberty Haters Are Coming Out of the Woodwork

BFFs Chuck Schumer and Corey Booker hate Liberty sooooo much they want their Grand Enabler to sic the IRS on the Tea Party.

Wait, hasn’t he already done that?

JFK Assassination 50th Anniversary

I don’t particularly remember anything about that day. My mother says she yanked me out of my kindergarten class and kept me home for a whole week.

I remember the televised funeral. And little John-John, saluting the caisson carrying his father as it passed by the fragile, little family.

Not to trivialize anything about that day, but when Mad Men aired an episode on the day, I had much better feel for the shock and fear that rocked my parents and the entire nation.

The Dallas Morning News has a time line that is helpful for those of us too young then, or not born at all.

This is why all your friends that work in IT have been having random fits of the giggles the last couple of weeks…

By now everyone, even the gremlins on Mars, has heard that the rollout of the (Un)ACA website, healthcare.gov, has been an abysmal failure. So much so, IT types like myself can’t help but laugh. And laugh. And laugh. It is a classic example of non-Tech-types dreaming up a system concept, skipping most of the major life cycle development checks, then not testing what the code monkeys came up with from the cocktail napkins design specs.

Except in this case, instead of having to pull the Scarecrow dance routine for cranky stakeholders for their lack of deliverables, these folks get to testify in a Congressional hearing. For a bunch of hyper-partisan political cranks.

Pass the popcorn.

“Some people without brains do an awful lot of talking.”

Oh, and this.

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UPDATE: Kathleen Sebelius has a track record of big stinkers. Who better to take over the reins of Queen Project Manager?

Call His Bluff

Spengler has the right idea about all this posturing over the debt ceiling!

That is political overreaching of the worst kind. If Obama refuses to postpone the implementation of his health care plan in return for an extension of the debt ceiling, Republicans should stand their ground, and force the president to tear up the Constitution and assume dictatorial powers. Americans don’t like that, and they will dislike it doubly if Obama does so to protect a hated piece of legislation. It would clarify the choices before the electorate and give conservative Republicans something to run against. That isn’t enough: they have to present a credible program to restore economic growth and opportunity. But that will be then: this is now.

Read the whole thing to really understand what THAT is. I say CALL HIS BLUFF. Force a Constitutional crisis (hey – remember early on when he was touted as a Constitutional Scholar? Hahahaha) and make him show his true nature.

What a Busy Day. Or something.

So much to read, so little time.

We, meaning bitter-clingers good ol’ ordinary Americans, were right. We smelled a rat. A giant, rancid rat. Even his devotees are beginning to doubt.

Benghazi. So many links, so many lies. But not to worry; Susan Rice is in line for a promotion.

There’s more. The IRS is being sued for stealing tens of millions of health records. And Obamacare hasn’t even kicked in.

The press appears to e coming out of it’s six year coma. It still remains to be seen if they have retained any cognitive ability.

The IRS used audits and intimidation like a blunt weapon. Dr. Anne Hendershott. Billy Graham Evangelistic Association, Samaritan’s Purse and the Biblical Recorder. Leaked IRS documents were used against Mitt Romney by the Obama campaign. The 500. They want it all. Even the names of students you mentored. Don’t even ask if the director got bonuses. You know the answer to that.

The White House pressured the WaPo to fire Dr. Milton Wolf. With family like that (Dr. Wolf is Obama’s second cousin), who needs enemies?

A Trip. A Sunday Night. A Decision.

We went on a trip to NY, Long Island, really, to hear GradSchoolGirl’s first graduate recital. The recital was successful, and besides the nasty weather on Friday where we considered wearing everything we packed just to keep warm (“Just bring a light jacket, you’ll be fine – my hind parts!!), the trip was fun.

Sunday dawned too bright and too early for the weary travelers. Worship was wonderful. You could feel something was going on. The pastor sat us all down after the invitation to ask our prayers while he decided to run for Congress. Then he called a meeting at 4:30.

That evening at the meeting, he outlined the events of the week (most of which we’d missed since we were in the frozen hinterlands sunny Stony Brook), the scriptures that spoke to him and where he was in the decision process. Then he opened the floor for questions and comments. The outpouring of love and support was simply indescribable. It was been a very long time since I was in a church where you could feel God’s presence in the room.

Yesterday, Dr. Jody Hice, my pastor, announced his candidacy for GA-10. I couldn’t be prouder!

Where to start?

After three weeks of dealing with identity theft, I was hoping for a quiet February.

Not so fast say the muses of misery:

GradSchoolGirl is now buried in snow. Last we heard from her, she still had power, but no internet. Being the hot house flower she is, she is NOT enjoying the winter wonderland.

My husband’s truck was stolen Thursday night from a church parking lot, while he was away singing with his men’s group in South Georgia. It was an old truck, yes, but it was comfortable and dependable. And loan-free.

Saturday I missed our county’s GOP Mass Precinct meeting due a funeral in South Carolina. Seems petty old white men still rule the roost in the GOP and Georgia is the lesser for it.

Wow. Just wow. I can’t wait to see what the rest of February brings. God must have something big in store for us!

Pictures. Thousand Words.

You know what the cliche says. Now head over to Right Wing News and see John’s photo essay…for the children, of course.

Any questions?

Don’t Blame Me

2012: Don’t let the screen door hit you on the way out

Happy New Year!

“A Cauldron of Petty Jealousies”

Andrew Napolitano at Reason nails it:

It’s obvious that someone was out to silence Petraeus. Who could believe the government version of all this? The same government that wants us to believe that FBI agents innocently and accidentally discovered the Petraeus/Broadwell affair a few months ago and confronted Petraeus with his emails a few weeks ago is a cauldron of petty jealousies. From the time of its creation in 1947, the CIA has been a bitter rival of the FBI. The two agencies are both equipped with lethal force, they both often operate outside the law, and they are each seriously potent entities. Their rivalry was tempered by federal laws that until 2001 kept the CIA from operating in the U.S. and the FBI from operating outside the U.S. [ emphasis mine]

Read the whole thing. And gird yourself for the tsunami of lies that is about to hit.

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