The Party of No

Young Daughter: "Mommy, will you put Dolly in the washing machine? She's dirty."

Mother: "No, Dear. The washing machine will ruin Dolly. I'll try and clean her by hand."

News Headline:

"Mother refuses to sanitze child's toys."

Young Son: "Mommy, can I climb on the roof? I promise to wear my bike helmet."

Mother: "No, Son. The roof is too high and a helmet won't prevent a broken leg or neck if you fall."

News Headline:

"Mother refuses to let son wear safety helmet."

Young Son: "Mommy, can I walk down to the park by myself?"

Mother: "No. It's getting dark out and there's a busy street to cross. Play in the backyard."

News Headline:

"Mother imprisons child."

Teenage Son: "Mom, can I have some money to go the movies with my friends?"

Mother: "What are you going to see?"

Teenage Son: "I don't know. My friend said he wanted to see a movie by some guy named Michael Moore."

Mother: "No, Son. If you want to waste your money on two hours of propaganda, go ahead. But I won't give you any money for it."

News Headline:

"Mother indoctrinates son. Refuses to pay for his education."

Teenage Son: "Mom, can I go down to the shooting range today? I have to get ready to take my gun safety certification test."

Mother: "Sure, Son. I'll take you as soon as I'm done with the laundry."

News Headline:

"Mother encourages violence in son."

Teenage Son: "Mom, can I take the car tonite? My friends are having a party."

Mother: "What kind of party?"

Teenage Son: "Er...a bachelor party. One of my friend's brothers is getting married and he invited me to come."

Mother: "No, Son. They might have a stripper as well as drinking....definitely NO."

Teenage Son: "C'mon, Mom! They promised to pass out condoms."

Mother: "Oh, okay then...it's HELL NO! And if I ever catch you touching a girl without putting a ring on her finger, I'll shave you from head to toe in the middle of the night when you're sleeping...and that includes your eyebrows!"

News Headline:

"Mother refuses to let son practice safe sex; uses profanity in front of a child, and threatens torture. CPS to launch investigation."

This post is meant to illustrate the absurdity of the media's portrayal of the Republican party as the "Party of No". There is a concerted effort right now by the media to demonize those in opposition to Obamacare. So, please take some time to think about what the news means when they harp on Republicans for saying no to government foolishness.

Because every mother in America keeps a "no" tucked away in her pocket to be used judiciously and sensibly...just like in politics.

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The Message

The Massachusetts special senatorial election on Tuesday has been written about, talked about and pretty much picked cleaner than a Thanksgiving turkey by every blogger on the planet.
...but I'll add my two cents anyway.

Scott Brown made some history.
Real good history, you know? The kind that happens and we all know what we're going to tell our kids and grandkids, with great embellishment, of course.

But it's not Mr. Brown whom I believe is the hero of this history. It is the American people.

If I lived in Massachusetts, I would not have voted for Mr. Brown during a more conservative period...meaning a time of lower-taxes and stronger defense.
I would have sought someone whose political and social views lined up more cleanly with mine.
But true-blue conservative leaders are hard to find these days...and these days are neither prosperous nor safe.
These days are different.

We don't have the luxury of voting down a list when our President has abdicated our national defense, deepened a recession with record deficits and spending that makes Paris Hilton look like a thrifty shopper.
And perhaps the most important, or at least the most pressing problem, is the absolute deafness from the President and the democrats in congress standing in front of cameras daily and insisting his monstrosity of a healthcare bill ain't no big deal.

I am glad the people of Massachusetts understood the stakes.
They saw the bill for what it was,
they saw the danger of one-party rule in D.C.
and they quite sensibly put a stop to it.

And I hope most people made note of something important during Mr. Brown's campaign and even after the election.
Though excited at the thought of making of difference, though Brown's name, face and now-famous truck appeared everywhere...I didn't see any Greek Columns, know what I mean?
I think the voters understood this election was not about the man.
I think the voters saw Mr. Brown for what he was and understood what he was not.
He is not a god, nor even god-like.
There is no halo around his head.
He is simply a man who represents.
A man with a vote.
And this election was more than the man...it was the message.

I find it not a little humorous to see so many in the media miss this simple point.
I find it not at all humorous that the President misses it.
But to a great many Americans, we understood the message loud and clear.

This country is still a republic.

"that this nation, under God, shall have a new birth of freedom -- and that government of the people, by the people, for the people, shall not perish from the earth."
--Abraham Lincoln

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The Awakening

I found this on the internet today and I had to post it...that's how things happen right?

One little drop here--a drop there. Pretty soon there is a flood.

And right now, I believe America is in need of that flood.

Take the time to read this:

http://hillbuzz.org/2009/11/10/thank-you-former-president-george-w-bush-and-former-first-lady-laura-bush/

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Hi. My name is America.

Hi everyone. I'm America.

(Hello, America. Welcome to Al Anon.)

Thank you for letting me share.

First I just want to say, that I never thought I'd find myself in this position--reaching out for help like this. But I'm suffering right now and have no where else to turn.

When I first met my husband, I had no idea things would turn out this way.

I met him in the Church of Communism...a friend talked me in to going one day, just to broaden my horizons, he said.

I didn't really want to. I'd always heard the Church of Communism hated people like me, but the day that I went, I met this man...I know we have to keep things anonymous here, so I'll just refer to him as "Mr. O"...

Well, Mr. O immediately came up to me, welcomed me warmly and told me how much I needed someone like him in my life.

It felt kind of nice to be wanted so badly. I'd been through a lot these last few years, and I was a little insecure. Mr. O was so full of charisma and smiles and he kept telling me to have hope, that he could change all that had gone wrong in my life.

Little did I realize what he meant by hope and change.

We were married last November and he took charge right away.

At first it felt good to have someone be so completely involved in my life, but I began notice some things that started to give me second thoughts right after the wedding.

I had gotten into debt...not too terribly, mind you and I was working hard to pay it off.

I still had a nest egg for retirement, I still had a job, I still owned my own home, I was always a pretty independent person.

But my new husband decided to take my nest egg and give it to the people in my neighborhood who were losing their homes.

Mr. O insisted the money would stabilize the neighborhood, providing greater protections for me and my kids.

I believed him.

But it didn't work out like he said.

Everyone took the money...some of them weren't even from my neighborhood!

And then they left their homes anyway.

It went down hill from there.

Mr. O told me to give him my paycheck so he could spread it around, then everyone would love me and become more productive.

I tried to tell him I was struggling as it was and barely had enough for my own kids.

I didn't understand how anyone could become productive by just giving them someone else's money.

But he told me I should be ashamed for only thinking about what I wanted.

He told me I had the chance to make a great moral statement about myself and show the world what it really means to be generous.

I couldn't help it, friends...Mr. O has such a way with words.

I gave him my paycheck.

But he turned around and gave most of it to a bunch of crooks who made off with the money, never to be seen or heard from again.

Then he gave the rest to a street gang from the worst side of town and they used my money to recruit more people to stir up trouble so I wouldn't go asking for my money back!

I started to get angry, but he called me childish and said I wasn't giving him a chance to change things around.

That I wanted a quick fix for the things I messed up before I met him and it wasn't going to be easy.

I had to learn how to sacrifice for the good of others.

It all sounded so familiar...I didn't realize at the time that I'd heard these very words in the church I had met him in.

Then Mr. O told me to give up my car because it was polluting the environment and wasting resources.

I did as he asked and lost my job when I couldn't get to work.

He also made me turn off the heater right in the middle of winter! He told me I should get some extra blankets, but I had no money to get any.

Mr. O went out with his friends all the time, flying around the world, enjoying five star hotels and restaurants, while I stayed home with the kids trying to keep warm and fed.

I went into denial. I didn't want to admit what was right in front of my eyes.

...that Mr. O is a Communist.

He is throwing my money away and destroying my freedom.

He is telling me I have no right to defend myself and that I am no better than anyone else in the world.

And still I stayed with him, defending him to my friends and neighbors who became concerned that I would lose everything.

But if losing my job and all my money wasn't enough, Mr. O had to go around insulting my friends.

They were the only ones there for me when I got attacked a few years ago by a another street gang. They didn't usually come to my neighborhood, but somehow they snuck in and beat me to a pulp!

I survived only because I was strong at the time.

I was still independent and surrounded by friends who saw this gang as a threat and helped me fight them back to their own street corner.

But now my husband has alienated all my friends, ignoring them, making fun of them.

Not only that, but he took away our guard dogs...even the ones I had already given to my friends.

He put those dogs in the pound where they are wasting away...and he muzzled the rest so they are sitting ducks in case the gangs come back to harm us.

To make matters worse, Mr. O actually went to visit the gang that hurt me and apologized for my behavior and that of my friends.

Now I feel like it's my fault this gang attacked me!

Can you believe it?! I feel so betrayed.

I know...I know, this is classic co-dependency, right?

And we all know that being co-dependent means always having to say you're sorry.

I have such regret now.

I've been married to Mr. O for less than a year, but I don't know if I'll survive till the end of this marriage.

He's so controlling, but persuasive at the same time.

He still has charisma, but the rest of my friends are starting to see how battered and ashamed I look and they're questioning whether this marriage is worth saving.

I have to do every thing he says all the time. He doesn't allow me to disagree with anything he says.

I've tried reasoning with him, compromising with him and even shouting till I'm blue in the face. But it's always his way or the highway.

He belittles me all the time and tells me I don't know what I want...as if I were a child!

I'm 233 years old, for cryin' out loud!

I fought a war to become my own person, fought another with myself to root out a terrible sin in my life, fought two world wars to help my friends and keep us all from becoming slaves, tried to fight two other wars, but my husbands then were not in the mood to win, so I took a beating.

I guess at some point, I lost my nerve and felt too much like a victim.

I wanted everyone to like me so much, that I gave up my freedom and who I really am to please my husband.

Mr. O made such promises and I believed everyone of them.

But now...I'm here, trying to cope with what I've become.

Realizing that all his words were just fancy dressing covering up his own ego.

When did this relationship become so abusive?

I realize too late, that my husband never really liked me...he was taught in the Church of Communism after all.

Hello?? I guess that should have been my first clue.

And he didn't want any children...he had a record of counseling women in the church to abort their babies. But at the time, I really believed he was helping them like he said.

Now I know he didn't care about them, he just wanted to be the one who made decisions about life and death.

I guess Mr. O thinks he's kinda like God that way.

And everything is always about him...never about me, or what's good for me.

He gets to buy whatever he wants and go out whenever he feels like it.

But I have to stay home and work my fingers to the bone, I've even spent a weekend on the street corner trying to panhandle....so much for independence.

I don't feel like celebrating holidays anymore. Mr. O keeps turning them into a party for himself.

I can't call up my friends and hang out with them, because Mr. O doesn't make them feel welcome anymore.

I'm afraid to travel, even if I could afford to. That street gang is just waiting for me to step into their territory.

I don't have a future, and Mr. O won't let me talk about the past unless I admit I screwed my life up before I met him, and now he's here to fix it all.

Lots of people think he's a wonderful man still, but they don't really know what he's like at home.

He pastes on his smile for the world, but at home he is trying to put me in a box.

I want out now.

I want a divorce.

So I came to Al Anon today to get my thinking straight.

I know you have a saying called stinkin' thinkin' and I believe I fit the bill.

But I need to take the first step...right?

I know the first step is to admit I'm powerless over Communism and that my life has become unmanageable.

...I tried so hard to make myself believe it could work this time. I know now, it was all an illusion.

Step two is to realize that a power greater than myself can restore me to sanity.

...I used to think that power was Mr. O. But he's definitely not restoring my sanity. So I better take a closer look at who's really in charge.

The third step is to turn over my will to the care of God.

...Ah! I thought it was someone other than Mr. O. Now things are starting to make sense.

The fourth step is to make a searching an fearless moral inventory of myself.

...wow! that's a hard one, but I can't get away from men like Mr. O if I don't.

The fifth step is admit to God, myself and others the exact nature of my wrongs.

...see, I always thought Mr. O knew all my wrongs and was trying to right them...when in fact he'd gotten my wrongs--wrong! The only thing I did wrong was hand over my liberty to such a man. He won't even let me think for myself anymore.

The sixth step is make myself entirely ready for God to remove this defect in my character.

...this is going to take a lot more humility than I thought. But really, what do I have to lose now? Mr. O has already humiliated me more than anyone else could ever do...including myself.

The seventh-ninth steps are to make a list of persons I have harmed and make amends when and where I can.

...I'm sooo, sorry Eastern Europe! I'll get those missle defense shields up and running as soon as I unload this worthless husband. I'm sorry, also, Israel. Of course you have the right to defend yourself! Just because Mr. O is a kiss-butt to your enemies doesn't mean I go along with it. Hey! If you need a hand...I'm still here. My hands are just kinda tied right now. And the rest of my old friends...don't worry. Just ride this out with me for a few more years. I'm working on real change.

The tenth step is to continue to take a personal inventory and when I'm wrong, promptly admit it.

...I'm going to keep a closer eye on things now. There's just too much at stake not to anymore.

The eleventh step is basically a recap of the the first three

...go to God with the big stuff and pray for guidance. He's the one really in charge after all.

The twelfth step is for me to share as I am doing today, a lesson learned the hard way. And to give my encouragement to others that all is not lost.

...Mr. O is doing me a lot of damage, yes, but having admitted I had a problem is giving me enough detachment to do something about it.

And realizing that God is bigger than Mr. O's mistakes, gives me just the hope I need.

Thank you for letting me share today.

(Thank you for sharing, America.)

Let us end our meeting with the Serenity Prayer:

"God, grant us the serenity

To accept the things we cannot change,

Courage to change the things we can,

And the wisdom to know the difference."

Keep coming back...it works if you work it!.

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God Bless Amerika

These are the lyrics of a song taught to schoolchildren at the B. Bernice Young Elementary School in New Jersey.

Mmm, mmm, mm!

Barack Hussein Obama
He said that all must lend a hand [?]
To make this country strong again
Mmm, mmm, mm!

Barack Hussein Obama
He said we must be clear today
Equal work means equal pay
Mmm, mmm, mm!

Barack Hussein Obama
He said that we must take a stand
To make sure everyone gets a chance
Mmm, mmm, mm!

Barack Hussein Obama
He said Red, Yellow, Black or White
All are equal in his sight
Mmm, mmm, mm!

Barack Hussein Obama
Yes
Mmm, mmm, mm!

Barack Hussein Obama


(UPDATE: youtube video no longer available)


I just wanted to know if anyone...anyone at all is disturbed by this?

And no...I do not think this speaks to the downfall of America, despite the title of the post.
It just makes me think and wonder on the changes we're willing to accept when
our schools deliberately teach children to praise the President with words usually reserved for Jesus Christ.


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The Deplorable Word

In the story "The Magician's Nephew" by C.S. Lewis, we find out the origins of the White Witch from the Narnia series.
When two children use magic to enter the dying world of Charn, they awaken the powerful Queen Jadis who tells the children how she destroyed every living thing in her world.
She tried to take the throne from her sister by force, but was defeated. When her sister declared victory, Queen Jadis spoke "The Deplorable Word" at the last moment and all life was destroyed.

What was the "Deplorable Word"?

(From the book)
"That was the secret of secrets," said the Queen Jadis. "It had long been known to the great Kings of our race that there was a word which, if spoken with the proper ceremonies, would destroy all living things except the one who spoke it. But the ancient kings were weak and soft-hearted and bound themselves and all who should come after them with great oaths never even to seek after the knowledge of that word. But I learned it in a secret place and paid a terrible price to learn it."

I took a facebook poll on this question:
"Should President Obama be allowed to give a nationwide address to school children without parental consent".
Now the question's importance lies in the "without parental consent" part, and out of the 160 thousand who took that poll, over sixty percent voted "no".
And every reason written in the comment section revealed their disfavor with the President overriding parental consent...pretty simple.
Presidents don't get to tell our children how to think, feel or act without our say-so.

But the majority of comments revealed a word that popped up continuously from those who voted in favor of Obama's speech without parental consent.

The word was "racist" or "racism", directed at those who disagreed with the President.

I read conservative websites daily and I've never read one single article from a journalist or blogger who wrote against Obama's policies because of his race.
In fact, one would be hard-pressed to find out what our President's race is when reading arguments against any of his policies.
His race only comes to the fore when Obama himself brings it up...which is sadly, quite often.

Racist: The Deplorable Word

No one can fight such a charge.
It removes all focus from the real arguments and annhililates the person protesting Obama's policies.

Once said aloud, the Deplorable Word continues reverberate.

It spreads across the whole debate of whether something is right or wrong, constitutional or lawless and turns everything to dust.
And it no longer matters if Obama is wrong to bypass parent's wishes, because the Deplorable Word has elimnated the objectors.

If you object to the President's wealth-destroying, anti-capitalistic economic policies, he can use (or have his minions use) the Deplorable Word.
Poof!
His policies are all that's left standing afterwards.
See...I used two perfectly sound adjectives (with hyphens, no less) to describe Obama's policies and they have nothing to do with his race.

If you object to the President's naive and dangerous foreign policy, the Deplorable Word will eliminate your arguments and make you disappear.

If you object to the President's economy-crushing, life-endangering health care bill, he has only to speak the Deplorable Word and reduce a townhall meeting full of everyday Americans to rubble.

...but Americans have their own Deplorable Word: "ruler"

(From the Book)
"But the people?" gasped Digory.
"What people, boy?" asked the Queen.
"All the ordinary people," said Polly. "who'd never done you any harm. And the women, and the children, and the animals."
"Don't you understand?" said the Queen. "I was the Queen. They were all my people. What else were they there for but to do my will?"
"It was rather hard luck on them, all the same," said he.
"I had forgotten that you are only a common boy. How should you understand reasons of State? You must learn, child, that what would be wrong for you or for any of the common people is not wrong in a great Queen such as I. The weight of the world is on our shoulders. We must be freed from all rules. Ours is a high and lonely destiny."

"Digory suddenly remembered that Uncle Andrew had used exactly the same words. But they sounded much grander when Queen Jadis said them; perhaps because Uncle Andrew was not seven feet tall and dazzlingly beautiful."

(my translation...with apologies to Mr. Lewis)
Americans suddenly remembered that Stalin, Hitler, Kim Jong Il and Mao had used exactly the same words. But they sounded much grander when President Obama said them; perhaps because they were not tall and dazzlingly African-American.

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Churchill in May

Today is the first day of May.

I just wanted to use this day to spread my gratitude.
To see what is beautiful in the world.

The truth is beautiful, like sunshine--and like sunshine it can be a little harsh at times.

But, today I just want to pull back the curtains gently and let a little sunshine in.

Did you know the sun has antibacterial qualities?

So, here's some quotes from a man who deserves to be quoted...and a little sunshine to brighten the first day of May!

From Winston Churchill:

"The truth is incontrovertible, malice may attack it, ignorance may deride it, but in the end; there it is."

"Success consists of going from failure to failure without loss of enthusiasm."

"Continuous effort--not strength or intelligence--is the key to unlocking our potential."

"Courage is the first of human qualities because it is the quality which guarantees all others."

"We make a living by what we get, but we make a life by what we give."

God Bless!


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