I almost peed

In the age of Global Warming alarmism I really don't think these people have any idea how funny they are. In an attempt to horrify us and appeal to the guilty conscience we would all rather ignore, they come up polar bears raining down on a sleeping city. You hear the sound of a passing jet and suddenly dead polar bears are tumbling out of the sky. They try to equate a single European jet flight producing an equivalent weight in greenhouse gases to an adult polar bear for every passenger.

It's produced by a group called planet stupid. I find it terribly sad that many who watch it will be affected enough to donate to a group that lists its intended targets as part of their name. Honest to god I thought it was so incredibly far-fetched I couldn't stop laughing. Damn near peed myself. Planet Stupid is right! If you want to see it for yourself click the title of this post. Before you begin pelting me with angry comments you need to remember one thing. The video clip is as just as fraudulent as Global warming always was.


No dead polar bears were harmed in the making of this video...

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How bad have you got it?

Warning: Sports rant

"I don't do this often so please

indulge me this one."

Not too many years ago NASCAR asked its fans that very question. I thought it was a very clever ad campaign. The spots aired during the race broadcasts and they were a hoot. One featured a man emerging from the family bathroom with reading material tucked under his arm. Noticing his wife approaching he pulls a yellow caution flag from a nearby umbrella stand and thoughtfully warns her of the danger. I laughed my @##!! off! Unfortunately, for all of us race fans that was the last flicker of intelligence anyone has seen out of NASCAR Headquarters in many, many years.

Maybe I'm Just getting old but isn't the point of a race to go faster than everybody else and win? Well it's not in NASCAR's premier division anymore. Scoring points is, or at least not losing them seems to be the total focus of the competitors these days. When I began watching and paying attention to NASCAR, Horse power was “King.” The race cars looked like those I might see turning the corner of the street I lived on. Sometimes they rumbled right by where my dreams were still forming. Today parity is the rule in every aspect of the “Sport” I used to enjoy.


The drivers were hero's with peculiar accents that a youngster dreaming of a future filled with fast cars could look up to. They were rough n tumble operators, flying around those tracks at death defying speeds. So what if they weren't the best looking fellows to grace my 13 inch black and white TV screen. Nor were they always the most articulate of public speakers. I didn't watch them for their brilliant oration. I watched to see them go fast and win races. Each had a distinctly different personality on and off of the track. They were characters that were allowed to be exactly who and what they were.

Todays drivers are shiny well coiffed spokesmen that wouldn't dare step out of line. They are so well schooled and even keeled one might not even notice them if you passed them in the hall on your way to a corporate boardroom. NASCAR has managed to turn all of the modern drivers into walking talking sign boards for their sponsors. Post race interviews have become a non-stop power acknowledgement of every name plastered on the car and the drivers fire suit. When they finally get around to telling viewers how they found their way into victory lane, it's so polite and sanitized that it holds your interest almost as well as that chunk of pita bread at the end of a Giro with no filling left in it.


Someone way, way back in the history of the sport decided winning the races just wasn't a good enough way for folks to decide who was the best driver. The debate was endless, your favorite driver was always the best, and no one could definitively dispute your position. Unable to leave it to each fans opinion, NASCAR introduced a points system based on who finished where on the track. This system has changed and evolved over time and eventually came to consume the very essence of the racing.

I am always baffled by my fellow golfers that need some cutesy betting game to hold their attention while on the course. Isn't whipping someones ass enough? Isn't outplaying your competitors within the context of the game, whether through skill or guile, interesting enough to keep you coming back for more? Maybe they need to find a new game and clear the course for those who enjoy the game for the game. NASCAR suffers from the same malady which became it's official policy in 2004 with the asinine “Chase for the cup.”


I guess crowning a “champion driver” at the end of each season just was not enough for the corporate geniuses in the NASCAR home offices. Racers, score points through the first 26 races each year. At the end of those events the top ten er... ah... no the top twelve drivers become eligible for the championship. They still send forty three cars out on the track for those final races but now you see, they have a race within a race to hold the interest of the more dull-witted fans. Now what if one of these newly minted Also-ran drivers where to win all of the last ten races surpassing the points leaders total? Sorry Charlie, you're still not the champion, didn't make the top twelve. Stupid!

It does give sports writers something to fill pages with but if your favorite driver is outside that magic 12th place you hardly hear his name during the broadcast and rarely see it in print. Controversy in the sport now revolves around suspensions, fines, and point deductions instead of who bumped who out of the way when going for the win. On track rivalry and driver intimidation have gone the way of the Dodo. "Aggressive" driving is now against the rules. What? Who the hell wants to watch a polite well mannered driver? "Excuse me fellow competitor, I going to pass you on the left now if you wouldn't mind too much?" The Drivers had better be aggressive unless they want to be run over from behind.

The rules themselves are mostly a bizarre maze of esoteric technical specifications. It seems that all of them are covered under section 12-4-A of the NASCAR rule book. “Actions detrimental to stock car racing.” Can anyone tell me exactly what the hell that means? I've never been able to get my brain wrapped around it. I guess it's anything NASCAR wants it to mean.


In their search for perfect parity between drivers they govern everything to the millionth of an inch. The cars are measured to death both before and after each event. They check for any hidden mechanical advantage that might allow someone go faster, as if that's the point of racing, Sheesh! They regulate the engine size and configuration, every aspect of the cars aerodynamics, it's gear ratios, how much fuel it can hold, the minimum tire pressure you can use, how many threads are sticking out on the lug nuts,etc,etc,etc,etc,etc,etc,etc,etc,etc.

A great deal of the nonsense in their rulebook is couched under the guise of “Driver safety,” and therefore cannot be challenged. The net effect is a stifling of interesting competition on the track with the same few teams winning most of the races and getting most of the airtime. NASCAR recently introduced a car that is safe as a bank vault but bears no resemblance to the “Stock Cars” you and I drive. To top that off the damn thing is virtually un-drivable even for professional race car drivers. If all out safety is the aim of NASCAR putting those forty three cars on the track then award points for the car showing the least damage. Maybe the champion should be the driver who looks "healthiest" at the end of the season.


In their nonsensical pursuit of “driver safety” at any cost, NASCAR mandates the use of “restrictor plates” beneath the carburetors on all of the cars at certain tracks. It's an attempt to reduce the overall speed of the race cars to keep them earthbound in the event of a crash. It works, most of the time. It also places a premium on the aerodynamics of the cars. The drivers have learned that riding nose to tail “real tight” is the only way to go faster, so they do it. When they are bunched so closely together and one driver makes a mistake it generally results in a crash involving from five to twenty five cars. Ohhhh that's safe, and fun to watch, well not really if the car you're rooting for is in the middle of the dogpile.

I do give NASCAR great credit for improving driver safety. Only very, very rarely is a driver seriously hurt or worse yet killed on the track, it wasn't always that way. They have made great improvements in track safety through the use of "soft" walls and lowering speeds in the pit lane. The bad old days of losing a driver or having a promising career cut short are thankfully behind us. The drivers are cocooned in safety gear inside the cars. After witnessing some truly frightening crashes in the past few years where most of the drivers came crawling out of the wreck to wave to the stunned crowd we all know it works. It's still a dangerous thing to do screaming around a paved oval at speeds approaching 200mph, but NASCAR has made it as safe as it is possible, unless their own rules get in the way.

However, they have simultaneously regulated out most of the competition of the racing. There is virtually nothing different between the various makes that appear on the track. The only thing that differentiates a Ford from a Toyota are the decals on the sheet metal. The engines are all exactly 358 cubic inches, they all use exactly the same size carburetor, the same transmission, the exact same weight and underpinnings. The choice of shock absorbers is set by NASCAR. Even testing your brand new race cars to see if they are worth putting on the track is regulated by guess who? Its a dead sea of sameness for a fan base that instinctively craves differences.


Not only have they diminished the importance of driving a particular make of car they've taken much of the on the race track adjustment out of the design. In this new this wonder car getting the air pressure in your tires right is far more important than getting maximum horsepower from the engine. The crew chiefs who are stuck trying deal with their drivers complaints have exactly four options. They can adjust the “track bar” changing the body roll of the car. They can fiddle with the“wedge” settings, the shifting weight from corner to corner. They can try air pressure changes, it alters the hardness of any given tire helping it slip or grip the track surface. Last and certainly least they can try adding tape to cover certain cooling ducts to minimally change the aerodynamic drag of the car at the risk of blowing up the engine due to overheating.

If the teams are unable to get some unseen minor technical advantage through the inspection process that's all they have to work with. From the introduction of this new design I hear one complaint incessantly emitted from my TV, “My car won't turn!” You and I might think that's a pretty important performance feature on a car doing 180 mph going into a turn. Not NASCAR, well so much for that all-out driver safety thing...


While the television coverage has greatly improved technologically, it must have been scheduled by a schizophrenic at the low ebb of an “I don't need those pills no more,” episode. It is split three ways between two different broadcast networks, with the middle third of the season to be seen only if you subscribe to a service provider. To me the greatest violator of section 12-4-A of the rule book, “Actions detrimental to stock car racing,” is NASCAR! What used to keep me riveted to my TV on Sunday afternoon's at least for part of the year has become something lof a sedative for me. I catch the start of the race and hopefully wake up in time to see who won. At least I never have to worry that I missed something interesting while I napped.

Guess I just don't have it bad enough...anymore.

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A lesson for the learning

General Cone said that Ms Munley’s actions demonstated that an aggressive response to a mass-shooting can save lives. “She walked up and engaged him.”

We all saw the news reports flooding out of Texas on Thursday, Army Major Nadal Malik Hasan open fire with a pair of pistols on the Fort Hood Army base. He reloaded one of his weapons when it had run dry during the early moments of his murderous rampage. With a full clip now in his weapon he was fully prepared to go on with the gruesome business of killing the soldiers that were all around him. That was the moment he was confronted by someone not only willing to challenge him, but someone with the means to halt the massacre in what Hasan had selected as a “target rich” environment. Hasan had already killed 13 and wounded twice that number. He would clearly have continued had he not been confronted by another armed human being, just one, with the intent of stopping him.


Forget for a moment that both Kimberly Munley and the Mad-Dog Killer Hasan wore uniforms, Hers dark blue and the shooters Army green. The most important accoutrement on her uniform that morning was not the badge proudly pinned to her blouse, but the sidearm she wore at her hip. Had she run unarmed at the assailant who was taking methodical aim and shooting his victims remorselessly she would simply have added to his death toll. Because she could and did answer his deadly fire with effective fire of her own she quickly ended the devastating carnage. There can be no doubt that Police Officer Munley is a hero is every sense of the word. She ran toward the sound of gunfire instead of away from it, that alone makes her heroism a fact. Another salient fact in her awe inspiring act of selfless courage that cannot be overlooked is, she was armed. Without the ability to present a lethal threat to the crazed gunman, one that he had to respond to, the killing would have undoubtedly gone on.


Without her gun, courage alone would not have been enough. Unarmed she may as well have been a school crossing guard. Those gutsy individuals that may or may not wear uniforms, but daily put themselves in peril to protect our most innocent and vulnerable from harm. No one would ask or expect one of them, no matter how brave, to respond to the scene at Fort hood without some way of effectively dealing with an armed assailant. In other words a gun. The shooting scene was itself perhaps one of the greatest concentrations of individual courage to be found anywhere in our modern world. The room was filled wall to wall with volunteer soldiers preparing for deployment into combat conditions. Major Nadal Malik Hasan entered the Soldiers’ Readiness Processing Center as a predator. He knew that none of his fellow soldiers would be armed before he ever stepped through that door. He saw only targets when he shouted, “Allahu akbar,” and unleashed his madness upon the innocent and the defenseless.


This mass shooting very closely parallels another massacre in the same town where Fort hood is located. “Parallels” but does not duplicate it in one key factor, Officer Munley did not have to leave her gun locked in her car. Some of you may not remember the tragic massacre at Luby's Cafeteria in 1991. George Hennard drove his pickup through a plate glass window into Luby's where he proceeded to shoot and kill 23 people. Another 20 were wounded before he finally committed suicide. One survivor of this massacre also had a pistol that day. However, in compliance with Texas law of that time she could not carry it on her person into the restaurant and left it safely locked inside her car.


Suzanna Hupp followed the law that day and ended up just another potential victim for the madman who shattered her world. Dining with her Mother and Father when the 10-minute rampage began, Hupp reached for the weapon she used to keep in her purse. It was not there. She was left to cower in horror clinging to her mother as her father charged at Hennard in a heroic effort to protect his family. He was coldly shot through the chest. Hennard soon had to stop shooting to reload his weapon. Hupp saw her chance perhaps the only one she would get and escaped out a shattered window. She ran thinking her mother was following right behind. Tragically she did not. Instead Hupp's mother rushed to comfort her dying husband. She was executed with a single shot to the head as she cradled his lifeless body when the killer got back to her.



You might wonder what finally did stop George Hennard that day? The answer is the same as it was Thursday at Fort Hood. Someone with a gun and the willingness to use it. When the Police arrived at Luby's and returned Hennard's fire he could not continue the slaughter. He had to change his focus from the murder of anyone he saw nearby to his own defense. Thankfully Hennard was badly wounded by the police and used his gun on himself ending the bloodshed. When police examined his body they found his pockets were full of additional ammunition.

There were an estimated eighty patrons and staff inside the restaurant that day when Hennard crashed through the window. How many fewer would have perished had Suzanna Hupp committed a felony weapons offense that day? How many fewer would have died at Columbine High School in 1999 if just one teacher had taken the risk and carried a weapon? How quickly could the Virgina State Massacre have ended if one of the professors or administrators had bravely been packing heat in violation of the law?


In all of these cases the shooters knew with reasonable certainty, they would not be confronted with an equal level of deadly force, at least for some time. Enough time, in each case, for their insanity to be unleashed upon the innocent. Always without check, until someone else with a gun arrived to confront them. You might argue that most of these whack-jobs eventually shot themselves and that's what ended the massacre. You would be right, to a point. Yes they did do that, but only after they where convinced they could not continue the killing with impunity. Time had run out for them to remain in control of events.


Major Nadal Hasan did not get the chance to allow his psychopathy run its full course. Officer Munley did not allow it. He too had extra ammo to continue the carnage when he was stopped by four bullets. One of his weapons comes standard with a twenty round clip but has the capability to use one with a capacity of thirty rounds. Information is sketchy at this point on exactly how much ammunition he was carrying at the time, suffice is to say things could have been far worse. If Kimberly Munley had not had her pistol and been the cool professional she was the casualty count would have been much, much higher.


What if Hasan, Hennard, Kleibold & Harris, or Cho at Virginia Tech. had nowhere to rampage where they were pretty damn sure they wouldn't face a gun wielded by someone else? Anyone else? None of these dingbats attacked a police station, or a bank with armed guards. Do you think it was just his good luck Major Hasan choose to attack the processing center where no one is allowed to carry a weapon rather than the base armory. These locations were chosen because the likelihood of them facing an equally threating presence was absolutely minimal.


These kinds of killings will continue. That's not a wild-eyed opinion as you might instinctively want to tag it. It is a cold hard fact. We continue providing exactly these kind of places to the crazies in our world. Perhaps not intentionally but nonetheless undefended targets like schools, churches, and everyday businesses that forbid the carrying of legal firearms puts all of us at greater risk. Our lawmakers do it to us without a thought, most of them live under the protective wing of armed guards, and work in securely defended institutions.


Even when the Police do arrive much more quickly than expected, they are often hampered from acting decisively by institutionally embedded over-caution, or worse yet ineffective leadership. Thank the lord Officer Hunley didn't have time to allow traditional police considerations to overwhelm her personal courage. Most officers arriving on a scene like the one she found Thursday would have frozen in fear.


Not the fear of injury or death, but a deep-seeded fear of recrimination from headquarters if things turn sour. It's drummed into the head each new officer recruit from the first day in training. The fear of failure, command criticism, and career stifling damage add up to an almost universal paralysis of inaction when the police encounter a situation like this. What at first blush looks like a hostage situation, in fact turns out to be an all out slaughter. When an armed psychopath feels in control of a given situation or location he is God. The power of life and death is in his hands. The moment he realizes that control has been lost the usual result is predictable, a cowards exit.


Your elected officials don't want you to protect yourself even though the second amendment demands they do exactly that. The police certainly cannot protect you from this kind of nut case. Not until long after something truly horrible has already taken place. Ending these events as early as possible is the best hope any of us have to survive them. Providing fewer places where a potential mass murderer can establish their own personal free fire zones, is one step we as a society should take.



Think about what you see when you enter your local mall, your church, or your child's school. Is there a sign along the sidewalk declaring it a gun free zone? Is there a sign on the door advertising that no one inside is allowed to be armed? Does your place of worship turn you into a lamb for the slaughter, intentionally? Does your workplace forbid weapons upon their premises? You are placed in danger from the first moment you cross the threshold until the second you leave. This leaves each of us with a life or death choice to make each and every day. Break the law to protect ourselves or become a potential target for a madman not to mention being useless to our fellow citizens. Some choice.

I'll leave you now with your own thoughts and a short video for your consideration. This clip was very difficult for me to watch, emotionally. Suzanna Hupp-Gratia describes in detail what she saw inside Luby's the day her parents where slaughtered. When I spotted one smarmy Senator who appeared to be smirking as he listened to her gut wrenching testimony my mind was quickly made up.

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America the Pathetic

Shame on you America!

You had it all and you threw it away!


You had Wealth, despite supporting many, many other nations perfectly capable of supporting themselves. You had Power, Great power, and where the use of power was not exactly what was required you had great influence. Your influence helped many around this world just by calling them a friend. Others knowing that America was watching restrained activities that could not go unchallenged.You had Freedom, you lived how you wanted, said what you believed, and wrote anything at all, because tyranny was unknown on your shores. It made this modestly sized country the penultimate goal for those who could only dream of shedding the yoke of oppression in the hopes of a brighter tomorrow.


They risked their very lives to reach your hallowed soil because they believed in the notion of American execptionalism. You had Strength, twice in the first half of the past century America intervened when the European Nations were tearing themselves apart. The world saw what happened when the American nation is stirred into action. We stared down communism as it threatened to sweep around the globe placing the chains of the state upon every moment of life, from birth to the grave. You had Unity, we once believed uniformly that because we were Americans We could accomplish anything! That is no longer the truth but I prefer to remember her for what she was rather than what she is becoming.


The world watched as the American economy steadily grew where others faltered or collapsed. We rebuilt much of what was destroyed in two world wars while eventually finding ways to call vanquished enemies our friends. To this day we still fight for the freedom of others far from our own doorsteps, while trying to retain our humanity even while engaged in deadly combat. We taught the world the value and power of the individual, where one person could make an impact that changes everything. Enterprising Americans gave this world ways to communicate with others on the far side of our planet. First as a series of beeps, then with the sound of a voice, and lastly as pulse of electrons that reaches every corner of this planet at any time day or night.We found ways to fly among the clouds to be with others in a matter of hours, or visit celestial neighbors in a few short days. Americans taught the world how to travel at a moments notice as individuals, across any continent without dependence on animals or being stacked like freight once the train finally did pull into the station.


Americans have contributed greatly to the worlds growing knowledge of medical science, finding ways of diagnosing and treating formerly debilitating diseases. Polio, Yellow Fever, Pertussis (Whooping Cough), Scarlett Fever, and Diphtheria were once common, often deadly diseases that are now almost unheard of in our modern world. We have introduced forms of education and entertainment available with the flick of a switch where the only limit to its illumination resides between our ears. Americans discovered practical ways to help the ear to hear better. American forefather Benjamin Franklin improved the way we help the eye to see and an American teacher scoured the globe to find out how to help the deaf communicate. We have gone far beyond finding simple solutions to complex problems. Americans seem to revel in the prospect of a good challenge and will not rest until a mystery is laid bare to our eyes.


Was America always the perfect nation? Of course not! It still isn't, blunders of epic proportions have been and still are made in the name of the American nation.The people living here before the first ship traversed the Atlantic were treated horribly once Europeans decided to make this continent their new home. What seemed reasonable even sensible then, we now know with the benefit of hindsight was dreadfully wrong. The Natives that had been inhabiting this ground for thousands of years had brutal horrors visited upon them by the strangers with the pale skin. America will eventually learn from her mistakes often at great cost and at the insistence of her own citizens.


Many will point to the stain that slavery has left on Americas brief history as evidence of evil in the American heart. However, as early as 1688 communities within what was to become America began railing against the practice. While not first to abolish it our country paid a bloody price indeed to bring it about. No longer are the Native Americans forced to live apart, or abandon their language or culture at the insistence of the American government. They have the choice to remain among only their own or to access everything that America has become. Slaves freed by Lincoln's “Emancipation Proclamation” would be forced to wait for nearly another century to receive their full civil rights in practice not just on paper. That same kind of fear and ignorance saw America round up and imprison Japanese Americans during the second world war, yet after the another surprise attack 60 years later there was no mass interment of American Muslims. We cannot erase our past mistakes no matter how ugly and dirty they make us feel. Instead they have become guideposts helping us to ensure they never happen again.


Americans have given far more to this world simply by being what our founders envisioned for us than anything we have taken from it. Sadly now what was once called the American Experiment is coming to an end. We no longer feel the pulse of what made this country great, perhaps the greatest this world has ever known. The freedoms instilled in our founding documents have slowly been turned against us.The rewards of our own complacency and sense of entitlement are about to be visited upon us. Our own Government will soon surrender the sovereign rights of the American people to the jurisdiction of some nebulous world body under the guise of saving the planet.


A planet quite capable of correcting any and all of the mistakes we make. We will no doubt suffer the consequences from the might of Terra shrugging off even the most massive stupidity of mankind. She may not be quite so hospitable and welcoming as we might wish but the earth will go on. Our power to influence her destiny long term is so pathetically minuscule she'll pay us no more heed than she does a single autumn leaf falling from a tree. Think about our greatest attempts to control the power of nature. How about simply damning a river for our own narrow purposes. Even those built with the collective wisdom of humanity out of the strongest concrete and steel. They need constant attention and maintenance to prevent Mother Earth from sweeping them completely away. Over time, she can crack any concrete and make steel oxidize, erasing our mightiest engineering marvels.The relentless forces this planet can unleash despite the presence of humanity are awe inspiring. Most occur slowly one second after another, but resisting them is ultimately futile.


This is a truth so obvious even very young children grasp its significance. Things left out to the weather get ruined, it's inevitable. Consider this for a bit of perspective, the single worst ecological disaster perpetrated on this planet by the willful act of human beings just might be the American nuclear testing conducted on the Bikini atoll between 1946 and 1958. The island chain consists more than 20 islands surrounding a 230 square-mile lagoon. Its people were relocated before the first test and have only begun to return to live there in the 1990's. 23 nuclear devices ranging from a Nagasaki-like plutonium bomb up to the monstrous thermo-nuclear Castle Bravo blast of 15 Megatons were detonated on or near the islands. Naturally one might expect that these islands would be a barren irradiated wasteland for centuries to come after the obscenity of this kind of abuse.


This is simply not the case. Trees, plants, and crops still grow there. Fish swim happily in the vast lagoon and the people ARE returning to their ancestral homes, albeit slowly. Less than forty years afterward the IAEA Bikini Advisory Group issued the following report on these beleaguered islands.


In 1996 The Advisory Group's preliminary findings with regard to background radiation on Bikini stated, "It is safe to walk on all of the islands although the residual radioactivity on islands in Bikini Atoll is still higher than on other atolls in the Marshall islands, it is not hazardous to health at the levels measured. Indeed, there are many places in the world where people have been living for generations with higher levels of radioactivity from natural sources - such as the geological surroundings and the sun - than there is now on Bikini Atoll...By all internationally agreed scientific and medical criteria...the air, the land surface, the lagoon water and the drinking water are all safe. There is no radiological risk in visiting the lagoon or the islands. The nuclear weapon tests have left practically no cesium in marine life. The cesium deposited in the lagoon was dispersed in the ocean long ago."


Should this be viewed as a success story of our ability or willingness to clean up our mistake and return these people to their rightful homes? Hell No! Although the attempts have been made costing the American tax payer nearly 200 million dollars with more surely to follow. It is a testament to the power of nature to virtually erase our presence no matter how profane our abuses. The totality of humanity cannot destroy this planet we don't have that power, America certainly cannot do it on her own, regardless of what Al Gore, the Messiah, the UN Climate Panel, or the Weather Channel might be trying to tell you.

America was once a great nation, there was no better friend, nor more fearsome enemy to be found on this planet. She will not be crushed by force of arms but will surrender herself for sacrifice on the altar of Global Climate Change. American's were once lauded for our rugged individualism in the face of adversity now we cry like babies when our Iphone gets broken. The current American leadership is engaging in self flagellation for our past misdeeds regardless of how we have managed to grow beyond them. They see no value in allowing that growth to continue. They are in the main, Cultural leftists that will not be reasoned with, and cannot be bargained with and should not be believed when they tell us they have our best interests at heart.


The Nazi's fell because America did not stand idle when they rampaged across Europe. We defeated the Soviet threat to take over the world as was it and communism's stated goal. America has defeated some of the most evil Governments this world has ever produced, yet it is our own that will thrust a poisoned dagger through her heart.


What a historical date November 4th 2008 will become. Greater than December seventh 1941! More significant even than July 4th 1776! Yes I can hear the little children singing in my mind already. They're in a classroom, one free of the distinctions of individuals, free of competition, and free of independent thought. They're singing about that day so long ago, that our Saviour was elected to destroy evil America! We helped him do it! We did it all so that we wouldn't be called bigots and then we could feel good about ourselves.


How pathetic!

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Slapped in the face

Did you feel it? Yesterday, it was in the morning before eleven in my time zone. I was sitting in my kitchen listening to the radio over a cup of coffee minding my own business, when all of a sudden, crack! I felt like somebody was trying to knock me out of my chair! My face burned and then throbbed for a bit but that sensation eventually passed. A day later and the anger that followed that event is still with me as strongly as the instant that it happened. In case you've forgotten yesterday marked the eighth anniversary of the attacks on New York and Washington in 2001. In remembrance of that day I usually stick close to home keeping the day pretty low key. Each of us deal with grief in our own way. I am generally not demonstrable in my grieving, I just don't feel that need. Some folks journey to the grave sites of loved ones, others go to church, and there are those who have the desire to attend a more formal memorial service.

Take the President for example, He along with his family and staff members began their day by going out on the White House south lawn to bow their heads for a moment of silence at precisely 8:46 am. That was the moment the opening attack on the World Trade Center occurred in New York. Three bells were rung commemorating each of the separate attacks and finally a bugler sounded taps. Very fitting considering that 3,000 innocent Americans, minding their own business were slaughtered by crazed terrorists that day eight years ago. The same terrorists our troops and intelligence agencies are still fighting today, thought this President wants them to do it with one hand tied behind their back.

Unfortunately for all of us the President didn't remain silent for the rest of the day. In a speech at the Pentagon Memorial service he decided to re-hijack the day at that solemn observance to push one of his favorite agenda items. "We can summon once more that ordinary goodness of America, to serve our communities, to strengthen our country and to better our world." News flash Mr. President we already do those things! We're American's! You punk! We certainly don't need the likes of you goading us to do them! OK, OK, maybe it was just a nice thought, hey I have an idea, maybe we could try it out say, on Ground Hogs day! Or wait, better yet how about next freeking Thursday!

This day already has a deeply felt and highly significant meaning for the entire Nation! His narrow "every tragedy has its uses" mindset has trivialized the memory of a day that has changed this country forever. "Serve thy neighbor" is noble social goal that would have been appropriate on any of the other 364 days of the year. This one already had an indisputable marker and purpose in the minds and hearts of most Americans. Why couldn't the Socialist prick leave his grubby fingerprints off of this one day. I guess it was too good an opportunity to pass up when one's political agenda is all that matters. A perfectly good tragedy should not go to waste He always says.... I didn't think it was possible for him to find new ways to help me despise him more than I already do! I guess he's just an overachiever in that arena.

Declaring the anniversary of these attacks a national day of remembrance and service was a wholly unnecessary and classless thing to do. What next Mr. President? Are you going to declare December seventh a National day of water safety awareness? How about declaring November 22^nd a National day of awareness on the dangers of open top automobiles. I'll just bet your staff has even got one of those nifty circular logo's all ginned up for your new day of service. No? Well here I've created one that I think clearly indicates just how you feel about the people of this country.

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