It is vitally important that we maintain our objectivity.
Mr. Obama, at this writing, is still the President Elect. And it is the Office of the President that deserves respect. I think that it might be a little extreme to wonder if he has to actually kill a child on live TV before his true nature will be fully revealed and people will see him for the monster that many believe him to be. Even where he a monster and he DID do something like that, his acolytes would make excuses for him: "Oh, the child must really be the spawn of Satan, who, by the way, we don't believe in." "Oh, he is going to resurrect him in three days, because, after all he is the M-"
All banter aside, we have to respect the office. We don't have to respect the man. However, the Office demands that we behave deferentially towards the Office Holder.
Confused yet?
Many people are calling Obama the "President-Elect." I do not. I did not Elect him to that office. So, until he becomes President, and I heard today that the fight to prevent that is continuing, I shall be referring to him as The One, Obama, Mr. Obama, or Senator Obama. I know, it sounds like I'm in denial. I am not. I have heard that "respect is not earned, it is given." I do not agree with this philosophy. I agree with the Marines: "Respect: never given, always earned." Honor, on the other hand, IS given. Honor is that thing that makes you say, "Yes Ma'am, No Sir, Your Honor, Officer So-and-so" etc. Some confuse it with good manners. Good manners is not smacking at the dinner table. Respect is deep seated trust. I respect knives, because if used properly they will render great service, if they are misused, they will cut me to the bone. I respect certain men and women because they have proven themselves to be worthy of my respect. Experience is the final authority of who is and is not the recipient of my respect.
So it should come as no surprise that I have no respect for Mr. Obama. I am not even willing to concede that he "fought an excellent fight." That implies that there was some sort of level playing field, which, anyone who is intellectually honest will admit was not the case. But, as it stands now, he is going to be the President of the United States of America, and that does call for a small measure (not much though) of restraint on our parts.
It is ironic that we, the conservative, God fearing patriots are castigated as "intolerant." When in fact it is the liberal, God hating, Country hating people who are intolerant of us, because we don't smoke, drink, or carry on, and it reflects poorly on them. "You can't judge me!" is their rallying cry. "Who are you?" is our response "I've never thought about you before. Can't judge you, huh? Wanna bet?" It is also ironic that the people who claim exemption from judgement are themselves obsessed, compulsive judges.
I am also struck with the evidence of all the conservatives that rioted on election night. How our *cough* candidate ran out to the podium and screamed "Every vote must be counted! And then if we don't win, we're going to take our battle to the courts!" Oh, wait a minute that didn't happened this year. That was AlGore in 2000. Oops. My bad.
As I said earlier. We must keep our chins up, and our noses down. As Bible believing, God fearing Christians our confidence can not be in Government. As Patriots we must continue to fight the good fight in what ever capacity we can. And remember, this was one of the lowest voter turn-out election in years. Obama did win with 3 mil plus votes, which looks like a lot of votes, but he actually only won by 2%. That's right. Obama only got 52% of the vote. THAT makes me sick. All the people, Christians included, who abstained from voting are just as guilty as those Republicans and "christians" who voted for Obama.
We do have a civic duty. If we do nothing else, than we are commanded to pray for those in authority. So let's pray for The One's salvation and the salvation of his entire family.
And to keep you optimistic, you have to read this: Here Are Your Assignments. It will lighten your spirits.
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
Fools Get What Fools Deserve . . .Eventually
And we must suffer needlessly with them. But NOT inactively.
It is a good thing that I do not make my living as a political prognosticator. Today, I would be out of a job.
Why did I make the prediction that McCain-Palin would pull it off? Because I believed that common sense and logic would prevail. I had not even begun to understand how far the ideology of IMAGE had metastasized.
Sprite had the greatest overlooked advertising campaign of the 90's: "Image is Nothing . . ."
And when it comes to nothing, no one does it better than Mr. President-Elect Obama.
Two weeks before the election I was feeling good. For the first time I was certain that M-P would win. It was not a sudden epiphanous revelation, but the slow growing warmth of a building fire. I was keeping up with the world on NRO; I was paying attention to the sudden appearance of all of The One's previously suppressed ideas. How he used to sit at the knee of a Communist in Hawaii; how he sought out an unrepentant domestic terrorist to befriend in Chicago; how he had financial dealings with a convicted slum lord whose wife sold him a slice of land from her vacant lot, against local statute, so that a house could never be built on it; how he attended the church services of a black racist for twenty years; how he told Joe the Plumber that he just wanted to spread the wealth around; how he exposed the true reason for becoming the great constitutional scholar he is lauded to be of which there is no evidence: to undermine our founding, binding document; and how he seeks to bankrupt our domestic industries. Ironic that he has stated that he will tax companies that move jobs over-seas and yet he proposes to make it impossible to create jobs here.
I saw all of this information. I thought about it logically. I deduced that there was nothing in the man that qualified him to be CEO of the greatest enterprise in the world. And after encountering others of my opinion I thought: "Ah, there WILL be enough of us, to drag that old grey haired mule across the line ahead of the great black hype."
But I had forgotten that Logic can never win in a conflict with Unchecked Emotion.
The only way that it can prevail in such a fight, is to turn and walk away, or slap the offender silly, in hopes that it will rouse them from their hypnotic stupor. But as they say "I wouldn't hold my breath."
My buddy said that he was going to vote for Obama because he appeared smart. Because he proposed international policies to "repair" our status in the world. What proof was he able to provide of the the alleged intelligence? Sure, he could read a TelePrompter with exceptional skill, but when speaking off of the cuff, he makes Bush seem like a poet laureate. What happened to the papers that all Professors are required to write? Where's his Doctoral thesis? What proof do we have of any real, original intelligence? And our standing in the world? Do Frenchmen spit in your face when you go to the hypermarche? Do Mexicans put their dirty thumbs in your bean soup at the local Hacienda de Tamale? What about what the French President said here last year? Not to mention what he just recently had to say about The messiah. And really, does the bad opinion of someone you don't know three thousand miles away really have any effect on your day-to-day life?
Apparently it does. Even though it doesn't.
So we see that a majority of the nation has ushered in a man who is not qualified to manage a MacWendyKing on Image and Emotion alone.
You've made your bed, now you must lie in it.
Having been wrong before does not prevent me from making another prediction: I believe that the Presidency of Obama will rally the masses from their stupor. When the going gets tough, the tough move to the newly seceded Alaska, under the firm and good direction of President Palin.
It is a good thing that I do not make my living as a political prognosticator. Today, I would be out of a job.
Why did I make the prediction that McCain-Palin would pull it off? Because I believed that common sense and logic would prevail. I had not even begun to understand how far the ideology of IMAGE had metastasized.
Sprite had the greatest overlooked advertising campaign of the 90's: "Image is Nothing . . ."
And when it comes to nothing, no one does it better than Mr. President-Elect Obama.
Two weeks before the election I was feeling good. For the first time I was certain that M-P would win. It was not a sudden epiphanous revelation, but the slow growing warmth of a building fire. I was keeping up with the world on NRO; I was paying attention to the sudden appearance of all of The One's previously suppressed ideas. How he used to sit at the knee of a Communist in Hawaii; how he sought out an unrepentant domestic terrorist to befriend in Chicago; how he had financial dealings with a convicted slum lord whose wife sold him a slice of land from her vacant lot, against local statute, so that a house could never be built on it; how he attended the church services of a black racist for twenty years; how he told Joe the Plumber that he just wanted to spread the wealth around; how he exposed the true reason for becoming the great constitutional scholar he is lauded to be of which there is no evidence: to undermine our founding, binding document; and how he seeks to bankrupt our domestic industries. Ironic that he has stated that he will tax companies that move jobs over-seas and yet he proposes to make it impossible to create jobs here.
I saw all of this information. I thought about it logically. I deduced that there was nothing in the man that qualified him to be CEO of the greatest enterprise in the world. And after encountering others of my opinion I thought: "Ah, there WILL be enough of us, to drag that old grey haired mule across the line ahead of the great black hype."
But I had forgotten that Logic can never win in a conflict with Unchecked Emotion.
The only way that it can prevail in such a fight, is to turn and walk away, or slap the offender silly, in hopes that it will rouse them from their hypnotic stupor. But as they say "I wouldn't hold my breath."
My buddy said that he was going to vote for Obama because he appeared smart. Because he proposed international policies to "repair" our status in the world. What proof was he able to provide of the the alleged intelligence? Sure, he could read a TelePrompter with exceptional skill, but when speaking off of the cuff, he makes Bush seem like a poet laureate. What happened to the papers that all Professors are required to write? Where's his Doctoral thesis? What proof do we have of any real, original intelligence? And our standing in the world? Do Frenchmen spit in your face when you go to the hypermarche? Do Mexicans put their dirty thumbs in your bean soup at the local Hacienda de Tamale? What about what the French President said here last year? Not to mention what he just recently had to say about The messiah. And really, does the bad opinion of someone you don't know three thousand miles away really have any effect on your day-to-day life?
Apparently it does. Even though it doesn't.
So we see that a majority of the nation has ushered in a man who is not qualified to manage a MacWendyKing on Image and Emotion alone.
You've made your bed, now you must lie in it.
Having been wrong before does not prevent me from making another prediction: I believe that the Presidency of Obama will rally the masses from their stupor. When the going gets tough, the tough move to the newly seceded Alaska, under the firm and good direction of President Palin.
Monday, November 3, 2008
Confused Symbolism
It is hard to believe that the Presidential Campaign that started in 2007 is all but over. It is even harder to believe that we are left with two less than enthusing choices.
My man Thompson, Better Fred Than Dead, came in to weak and got killed off early in the fight. I didn't even get a chance to vote for him in our local primary. I had to scribble the box for Romney. And even that was to no affect after McCain and Huckabee teamed up to sandbag that honorable mormon. And the shu-in from the start of the campaign, Conventional wisdom's choice, Mr. Mayor, Judy Ruliani, went down in flames early. Which was really no great loss to me. If he had been the nominee instead I would have been still holding my nose as I scratched my opposition to Democrat Liberalism. The lesser of two weevils, you know.
When Thompson "suspended" his campaign, I was downhearted. And then when it became apparent that McCain was going to become the nominee for the Republican party, and by proxy the best candidate for us Conservatives Firsts, I became politically morose. I even thought about not voting this year.
But I soon got over that. Not voting, is a vote for the opposition. It's true. Even for those of us who are lost on a sea of blue. We can take some small conciliation in knowing that one red vote will cancel out one blue vote. And if enough of us red coats turn out, we can send those Blue Rebels packin'! Miracles do happen you know. You Betcha!
And then that happened. Palin was summoned from the Great North Country, the land that the contiguous forty-eight forgot. At first I was skeptical. I didn't know hardly anything about her. Except that she was in her early forties, and I had recently seen a picture of her at an Alaskan State press conference, very pregnant with her fifth child and looking good. I knew that she was a Republican, and that she was doing good works there in Alaska, but that was it. But as the days passed I began to grow more confident in the choice. And by the time we arrived at the RNC I was convinced that she was a good choice. And then I heard her speak. And I KNEW she was the best possible choice that McCain could have ever made. If for no other reason than by hearing what all of the media elites and the political pundants had to say: "Oh, this it the biggest mistake McCain could have ever made!" But we know better, don't we, my fellow Bitter Clingers.
It was also at that conference that my boy Thompson gave the most rousing speech of all the has-been fellas. I turned to Belle and said "Why wasn't he talking like this in the primaries? Could you imagine a Thompson-Palin ticket?"
But then McCain, or his advisers, depends on who you listen to, got ahold of Palin and said, "We have got to tone her down. We have to appeal to our beloved moderates. That conservative saber rattling will never do." And the rose bloom had a dark, wet blanket thrown over it. BUT, about three weeks ago the Bulldog chewed a hole in that dirty packing tarp and came out snapping. Just in the nick of time.
But was it enough? We'll know tomorrow night.
You have pro'bly noticed that I haven't said anything about the opposition ticket: Obiden. What's there to say? There's not much to say except that anyone who votes for Obiden is willingly ignor-let me be more blunt: Stupid On Purpose.
I have a good friend, used to be anyway, who is voting for Obiden. And in my rousing conversations with him, I became aware that he was not voting for Obiden out of a logical, conclusive, reasoning, deducing mind. (I know that sounds really bad, but I really do love him. He was closer than a brother for years and years.) My friend is voting for Obiden out of simple emotion. He has been seduced by the image that is Obama. The appearance that he is intelligent. That he is well spoken. That he can restore our standing in the world. I don't doubt that Mr. Obama is smart. The fact that he has gotten as far as he has proves that he has some kind of smarts. However, I believe that they are the smarts created by brawling in the gutter.
And it has served him well. Politics is war after all. If only our combatant had been aware of that.
But the race is not to the swift, nor to the strong, but to him that endureth to the end (NLIT - New Living Incomplete Translation-see how easy it is to create your own version.)
Undoubtedly this has been a race of mixed up mascots. The GOP has the Elephant and the Dems have the donkey. But it has been the great *ah-hem* white Elephant that the media-wing of the democrat party has been pushing toward the wire, and it is the stubborn maverick donkey that you and I have been left with the task of dragging across the finish line.
If you are eighteen. Vote. And when all the rhetoric is boiled down, you are left with only two clear criterion for making your final decision: Your pocket book. And your conscience. If you don't fully understand the greater impact of the financial debate, ask someone you trust to 'splain it to you. And if you don't have a conscience: shame on you.
One final thought. Look everywhere, and they all say that Barry's the next President. Conventional wisdom has thus declared it so. I don't subscribe to that magazine. I believe that McCain and Palin are going to pull this one out of the bag. And I don't believe that it is going to be by 500 votes in Florida. It will be undeniable. This will be the October surprise, only in November. It will be contested by the Dems, but just like in 2000, every time they count the votes, the winner's lead will increase.
My man Thompson, Better Fred Than Dead, came in to weak and got killed off early in the fight. I didn't even get a chance to vote for him in our local primary. I had to scribble the box for Romney. And even that was to no affect after McCain and Huckabee teamed up to sandbag that honorable mormon. And the shu-in from the start of the campaign, Conventional wisdom's choice, Mr. Mayor, Judy Ruliani, went down in flames early. Which was really no great loss to me. If he had been the nominee instead I would have been still holding my nose as I scratched my opposition to Democrat Liberalism. The lesser of two weevils, you know.
When Thompson "suspended" his campaign, I was downhearted. And then when it became apparent that McCain was going to become the nominee for the Republican party, and by proxy the best candidate for us Conservatives Firsts, I became politically morose. I even thought about not voting this year.
But I soon got over that. Not voting, is a vote for the opposition. It's true. Even for those of us who are lost on a sea of blue. We can take some small conciliation in knowing that one red vote will cancel out one blue vote. And if enough of us red coats turn out, we can send those Blue Rebels packin'! Miracles do happen you know. You Betcha!
And then that happened. Palin was summoned from the Great North Country, the land that the contiguous forty-eight forgot. At first I was skeptical. I didn't know hardly anything about her. Except that she was in her early forties, and I had recently seen a picture of her at an Alaskan State press conference, very pregnant with her fifth child and looking good. I knew that she was a Republican, and that she was doing good works there in Alaska, but that was it. But as the days passed I began to grow more confident in the choice. And by the time we arrived at the RNC I was convinced that she was a good choice. And then I heard her speak. And I KNEW she was the best possible choice that McCain could have ever made. If for no other reason than by hearing what all of the media elites and the political pundants had to say: "Oh, this it the biggest mistake McCain could have ever made!" But we know better, don't we, my fellow Bitter Clingers.
It was also at that conference that my boy Thompson gave the most rousing speech of all the has-been fellas. I turned to Belle and said "Why wasn't he talking like this in the primaries? Could you imagine a Thompson-Palin ticket?"
But then McCain, or his advisers, depends on who you listen to, got ahold of Palin and said, "We have got to tone her down. We have to appeal to our beloved moderates. That conservative saber rattling will never do." And the rose bloom had a dark, wet blanket thrown over it. BUT, about three weeks ago the Bulldog chewed a hole in that dirty packing tarp and came out snapping. Just in the nick of time.
But was it enough? We'll know tomorrow night.
You have pro'bly noticed that I haven't said anything about the opposition ticket: Obiden. What's there to say? There's not much to say except that anyone who votes for Obiden is willingly ignor-let me be more blunt: Stupid On Purpose.
I have a good friend, used to be anyway, who is voting for Obiden. And in my rousing conversations with him, I became aware that he was not voting for Obiden out of a logical, conclusive, reasoning, deducing mind. (I know that sounds really bad, but I really do love him. He was closer than a brother for years and years.) My friend is voting for Obiden out of simple emotion. He has been seduced by the image that is Obama. The appearance that he is intelligent. That he is well spoken. That he can restore our standing in the world. I don't doubt that Mr. Obama is smart. The fact that he has gotten as far as he has proves that he has some kind of smarts. However, I believe that they are the smarts created by brawling in the gutter.
And it has served him well. Politics is war after all. If only our combatant had been aware of that.
But the race is not to the swift, nor to the strong, but to him that endureth to the end (NLIT - New Living Incomplete Translation-see how easy it is to create your own version.)
Undoubtedly this has been a race of mixed up mascots. The GOP has the Elephant and the Dems have the donkey. But it has been the great *ah-hem* white Elephant that the media-wing of the democrat party has been pushing toward the wire, and it is the stubborn maverick donkey that you and I have been left with the task of dragging across the finish line.
If you are eighteen. Vote. And when all the rhetoric is boiled down, you are left with only two clear criterion for making your final decision: Your pocket book. And your conscience. If you don't fully understand the greater impact of the financial debate, ask someone you trust to 'splain it to you. And if you don't have a conscience: shame on you.
One final thought. Look everywhere, and they all say that Barry's the next President. Conventional wisdom has thus declared it so. I don't subscribe to that magazine. I believe that McCain and Palin are going to pull this one out of the bag. And I don't believe that it is going to be by 500 votes in Florida. It will be undeniable. This will be the October surprise, only in November. It will be contested by the Dems, but just like in 2000, every time they count the votes, the winner's lead will increase.
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