The Sports Report

I'm just now getting around to this. What a tough week it was, through Sunday, for sports teams who were unlucky enough to have me rooting for them!

A short sequence that included a holding call that negated a touchdown pass, an interception that crushed another promising drive and the ensuing play where a defender inexplicably slipped, all conspired to upend the Tar Heel football squad's fortunes. A third-quarter, 18-point advantage vaporized, and perhaps with it any confident hopes for bowl eligibility. This one will sting for a long time.

The Hockey-Hurricanes lost two overtime games on the road. Fantastic that they picked up a couple of points for the regulation ties, but both games could have been victories. Those two points that went unearned will prove regrettable come playoff-race time. I can't quite put my finger on it with these guys. Doesn't seem like they're all pulling together, or in the same direction, every night. Not sure if that's coaching or rather a question of all those guys having the same level of want-to each night.

The game that kicked my ass, though, was the Panthers on Sunday. Joke DelHominy just ain't got the grits. He is, by himself, responsible for two losses. Before that game his QB rating was 33rd in the league. Think about that. There were 32 starting QB's better than him and one scrub better than him. If there has ever been the epitome of one game being the proverbial last straw, the scenario Delhomme found himself in Sunday just had to be it: Before this game, he's the worst there is...and he gets even worse by throwing 3 interceptions.

Jake is probably the most likeable guy on the team, and the fact that his teammates rise to his defense is admirable. But, he can't play the position because A) he can't throw the football, and B) he won't throw the ball where only his receiver can catch it (or away).

If he had four wide-receivers named Steve Smith, he'd still manage to screw the pooch at least twice a game. The nuances of being on the same cerebral plane (and how did those two disparate personalities ever acheive that?) are fickle. The ad-libbing that they were sometimes memerizingly great at, just isn't dependable enough to win with any consistancy.

Of course, that makes you wonder what the hell is going on with the coaching staff. Am I the only one that slings the remote across the room after...?

• Possession One: 3 running plays earn a first down, followed by 2 running plays, then an incomplete pass on third and two, followed by a punt
• Possession Two: Incomplete pass, incomplete pass, incomplete pass. Punt.

Fox and Davidson have to know this guy is incapable of playing the position. Every defensive coordinator that has ever coached a game is telling his team, "the thing that will win us this game is if we get the Panthers to put the ball in Delhomme's hands. Even if they're successful in their running game, some force of idiocy will inspire them to actually want to throw the ball." Fox/Davidson abandoning the running game (the one thing they're good at) isn't a matter of if, but when.

The O-line is great at run-blocking, but look like the Keystone Kops every pass play. For the love of George Halas, Fox, let them numbnuts do what they're good at! Quit trying to make chicken salad out of chicken shit.

For the past two years, the best quarterback in the state of North Carolina has been Armanti Edwards at Appalachian. That includes all the D-1 schools and the Panthers' entire roster. Here's a revolutionary idea for you: Cut Delhomme immediately (so there's no temptation to revisit that failed experiment) and run the Wildcat exclusively. Take turns letting DeAngelo Williams, Jonathan Stewart, Steve Smith, and Julius Peppers receive the snap. They may not win any games, but they'd be a lot of fun to watch, contrary to what we're getting now. And before you whine, "...Oh but, once you remove the receiving threat of Steve Smith, defenses will put 10 in the box, and you'll never get anywhere...blah, blah, blah"...consider the fact that Travelle Wharton has a QB-rating roughly the same as Delhomme's. That is, anybody on the team is more threatening to a defense, throwing-arm-wise, that the Bum from Beaux Bridge. Cut him and draft Edwards.

Want one more very good reason to shit-can Jake? Here 'tis: In today's Observer, Tom (worst sportswriter ever) Sorensen offers the headline : Let's give Jake one more shot (I try to never read past his headlines any more, thanks to lots of, ahem, "teachable moments"). Okay Sorensen, but only if that shot is in a 1.5oz glass, in a bar on the way outta town.

My new Panthers cheer: Geaux Jake! And take Sorensen with you!

The only thing I enjoyed for having wasted that much time in front of the TV? Ford Trucks' new commercial that tries to rag on Chevy and Dodge trucks. "Our Ford trucks have Smart Truck technology...they'll help you if you get lost or lose your tools, and they'll provide voice-recognition that helps you play all your favorite lite-rock hits from the 80's. Don't forget our man-step, too!" I'll bet they dump the King Ranch version in favor of a sponsorship arrangement with a beer company that markets their products in cans that change color when the contents are at the appropriate temperature.

A feller you'd like to know

I was immediately convinced post-9/11, that winning a war in Afghanistan was a necessity. And that fighting and winning in Iraq would undoubtedly be necessary, eventually, too. And I also, very quickly, considered the same might hold true for Pakistan and Iran and Yemen and Somalia, because there are people in those places who've been taught the value of blaming and hating us for decades, specifically those young men from the Madrassas. I knew then, and have not changed my thinking since, that our war against terrorism will be an unflinching battle that will take decades, itself. And if we mistakenly elect so-called leaders who vacillate on that point, the real fighting will take that much longer to bear fruit.

And I know how unpopular that notion is: a war on many fronts that lasts longer than a Pocket Fisherman infomercial, and longer than a season of American Idol, and a Presidential term, and a new car, and the birth-to-adulthood generation of your children. But, like it or not, I accepted the truth of the matter. There is a religious war. It was (un)declared on my country and my culture and everyone else who refuses to acknowledge and accept Islam. And, any Muslims who have not yet distanced themselves from their radical brethren aren't just peaceful bystanders. They're along for the ride, and will happily stake a land-claim on your vacated country after you've been routed on your own trail of tears to an infidel's reservation.

I didn't know Uncle Jimbo back then, and have only enjoyed the benefit of his work since launching my own blog (and the ensuing search for like-minded people). He just reposted this video. I like it so well, I'm posting it also.



Here's a hypothetical scenario. Let's say you're a Dakota Sioux American Indian, and people who practice the Religion Of Peace, Christianity, have started murdering other tribes over their unwillingness to conform or assimilate to Christianity. Would you not want to be forewarned of that impending danger? How loudly or authoritatively would you, Miss Dakota Sioux American Indian lady, need to be shaken from your stupor, to pull you away from the Oprah channel long enough to read the smoke signals? Would you suggest that there's plenty of time for someone else to do something to stop those Christians' schemes? Would you just pretend it's just a matter of extending them more tolerance and understanding?

Consider yourself warned.

Sorry

Get well soon, Darcy Tucker.

It's war, candy-ass, not tiddlywinks

Very briefly, because I'm busy with trying to shake some new clients off the new-client tree, I'd like to relay a measure of rememberance. Today is the 26th Anniversary of those terrorist murders of 241 of our Marines and Sailors in Beirut. To those who gave their lives that day, and those friends and family members who grieve, my eternal gratitude for your willingness to stand in the way of those who wish harm upon my country.

I'm feeling a sadness today, brought on by that memory and the very real fear that our country is being led down a path of vulnerability from which we will not return, or even survive.

For those who would like a photo essay on the difference between a Commander in Chief and a Coward in Chief, please see my friends at Flopping Aces. If you've come to grasp the concept of cause and effect, that is, that leadership (and of course, the lack thereof) has its rewards and consequences, then you'll join me in a prayer of thanks for those in our Military and for effective leadership like President Bush, and another prayer that we survive the current state of our exposed underbelly. Very enlightening, and poignant. It'd be funny if it weren't so sad.

Anybody else sick of the fact that the current adminstration can orchestrate an effective war on Fox News, but can't man up on the job for which they were elected?

BLOGBURST: Regarding the official construction documents

Construction drawings released: Flight 93 crescent now points less than 3° from Mecca



From Error Theory:

The original Crescent of Embrace memorial to Flight 93 faced less than 2° from Mecca. That made it a mihrab, the Mecca-direction indicator around which every mosque is built. (Some mihrabs are pointed-arch shaped, but the classic mihrab is crescent shaped.)

The Park Service dismissed concern about the Mecca-oriented crescent on grounds that the construction drawings had not yet been finalized. “Those trees could move fifty feet, or three hundred feet,” said Project Manager Jeff Reinbold in the Spring of 2006, as if this kind of "tweaking" would make any difference (Crescent of Betrayal Ch.8 p.145-6).

The construction drawings have now been released, and yes, they moved the lower tip of the half-mile wide crescent about 300 feet, enough to change the orientation of the crescent by about 4.5°. Instead of pointing less than 2° north of Mecca, the giant Islamic-shaped crescent now points less than 3° south of Mecca.

Here is the original Crescent of Embrace:


"Qibla" is the direction to Mecca, which you can verify using any online Mecca-direction calculator (just type in Somerset PA). A person standing between the tips of the giant crescent and facing into the center of the crescent (red arrow) would be facing 1.8° north of Mecca, ± 0.1°.

Here is one of the new construction drawings:


Instead of facing a titch north of Mecca, the giant crescent now faces a titch south of Mecca (2.7° south ± 0.1°).

As with the original Crescent design, the upper crescent tip is the end of the 50’ tall Entry Portal Wall and the lower crescent tip is the last of the 50’ tall Maple trees on the bottom. The landscape overlays make the details hard to see in the thumbnail image above, but at full resolution they are fully legible. (Copy of source PDF, without the superimposed orientations lines here. Large file warning. Graphic is on p. 30 of 233.)


The Park Service was SUPPOSED to remove the Islamic symbol shapes

When architect Paul Murdoch’s winning Crescent of Embrace design was announced in September 2005, it appeared to show a bare naked Islamic crescent and star-flag planted atop the crash site:



Burned by the resulting firestorm of protest, the Park Service to agreed to get rid of the Islamic symbol shapes, but they never did. They added an extra arc of trees, and they call it a broken circle now, but the unbroken part of the circle, what symbolically remains standing in the wake of 9/11, is still a giant Islamic shaped crescent.

This is explained on the Park Service's own website, where the extra arc of trees is explicitly described as a broken off part of the circle:

In summary, the memorial is shaped in a circular fashion, and the circle is symbolically "broken" or missing trees in two places, depicting the flight path of the plane, and the crash site.

Those two breaks are the two ends of the extra arc of trees:


The extra arc of trees extends from blue circle to blue circle, marking the two “breaks” in the circle referred to in the Park Service’s official explanation of the broken-circle design. One is where the flight path breaks the circle (left), the other is near the crash site (center).

What is symbolically left standing (the unbroken part of the circle) is just this:


Remove the symbolically broken off parts, and you get the original Crescent of Embrace design.

The only change is that the crescent has now been rotated clockwise a few degrees. In the construction plans it faces slightly south of Mecca instead of slightly north of Mecca. For a parallel, imagine airline security discovering a terror bomber, then playing with the fit his suicide vest before escorting him to his plane.

They said they were going to remove the giant crescent. They claim they HAVE removed it, but they haven't. Symbolically, the design remains completely unchanged. The terrorists are still depicted as smashing our peaceful circle and turning it into a giant Islamic-shaped crescent, still pointing to Mecca.


The giant crescent is actually a mihrab

Here is the mihrab at the Great Mosque in Cordoba Spain. Face into the crescent to face Mecca, just like the crescent memorial to Flight 93:



Confronted with evidence that the Crescent of Embrace is actually designed to be the world's largest mosque, the Park Service sought advice from a pair of Muslim scholars. Both acknowledged the almost exact Mecca-orientation of the giant crescent and both offered overtly dishonest excuses for it. One said not to worry about the likeness to an Islamic mihrab because no one has ever seen a mihrab this BIG before:

...most mihrabs are small, rarely larger than the figure of a man, although some of the more ornamental ones can be larger, but nothing as large at the crescent found in the site design. It is unlikely that most Muslims would walk into the area of the circle/crescent and see a mihrab because it is well beyond their limit of experience.

Right. That's why everybody scratches their head at Mt. Rushmore. No one has ever seen Abraham Lincoln so BIG before. They just can't figure it out.

To be fooled by this excuse, you have to really really want to be fooled. The other Muslim scholar said not to worry, the crescent cannot be seen as mihrab unless it points exactly at the Kaaba:

Mihrab orientation is either correct or not. It cannot be off by some degrees.

In fact, a mihrab does NOT have to point exactly at Mecca, for the simple reason that, throughout most of Islamic history, Muslims in far-flung parts of the world had no accurate way to determine the direction to Mecca. As a result, it was established as a matter of religious principle that what matters is intent to face Mecca. This was recently affirmed by Saudi religious authorities, after Meccans realized that even most of their local mosques do not face directly towards the Kaaba. “It does not affect the prayers” assured the Islamic Affairs Ministry.

Faced with evidence of an Islamic plot, why would the Park Service send this evidence exclusively to Muslims for appraisal? Have they forgotten who attacked us on 9/11?

The Service has long since been apprised of the patent dishonesties retailed by its two Muslim advisors but they don't care. They wanted to be lied to, they knew where to go to be lied to, and they got what they wanted.

Proud infidel refuses to submit to allah

The Crescent of Insult Project Marches On

Can you imagine the justifiable horror if 19 Baptists plotted against and killed 2996 citizens of, say, Yemen?

And, how much worse would it be if somehow some radical Baptist-sympathying element in Yemen then also tried to commission a structure to memorialize the victims and the killers, and submitted a design resembling a giant baptismal font? Yemeni-friendly folks the world over (not to mention more than a few non-Baptists) would have a colossal bug up their collective butt. And every (ahem!) journalist from Taterhill to Timbuktu would be climbing over each other for their own version of the "local angle."

Paul Murdoch, architect from Beverly Hills, CA was responsible for the design of the Flight 93 Memorial project, originally named "The Crescent of Embrace." His unadmitted goal is to complete the mission of those four terrorists, which would have been otherwise thwarted by the efforts by the passengers aboard Flight 93: a victory for islamic terrorism.

On September 11, 2001, United Flight 93 crashed in a Pennsylvania field, after some of its passengers, who had been in cell-phone communication with loved ones on the ground and being informed of the recently attacked World Trade Center towers and the Pentagon, decided to die fighting, if necessary, trying to divert this plane from the fourth target.

Paul Murdoch received his Master's Degree in Architecture from UCLA specializing in Middle Eastern subjects. His website has this to say regarding their philosophy:

As architects, we are uniquely qualified to help formulate and translate policy into tangible form; mitigating pressures of urbanity with the need to heal the natural environment. Each design solution is seen as a contribution to the human condition; as it exists today and evolves into future generations.

What a steaming pile of runny post-TexMex! "Uniquely qualified to formulate and translate policy"? "Heal the natural environment"? As if the natural environment is flawed, or sick? You're a doctor for the blighted land, or maybe a faith healer? This all sounds way too self-important to me. They're also self-affirmed LEED professionals, which stands for "forced subjugation to climate-warming-hoax mania as a method to justify our inflated fees under the guise of a perceived 'greater collective good'" Murdoch and his gang are a bunch or modern-day Ellsworth Tooheys.

If the memorial gets built as it is currently designed, and you go visit there someday to pay your respects to those 40 heroes, you will be standing in a Mosque. Your intention may be to honor the Americans who died in the first battle against islamic terrorism, but you would be unwittingly paying homage to the murderers.



At right, you'll see a picture of the Tower Of Voices, which is also in the shape of a crescent, and which is also a sundial that accurately marks the time for a muslim's afternoon prayers.

The forty chimes in the tower are representative of 40 damned souls suspended in mockery from Heaven. After all, those 40 passengers kept the terrorists from becoming martyrs and are infidels to Murdoch and other muslim sympathizers.


The best way to make sure that the worst that can happen does happen, is to sit there and do nothing to stop it. For my part, I will speak out in opposition, and encourage others to do likewise.

You can't eat your principles

I declined the biggest project I've ever been offered.

Tuesday, October 6

I suspect that this post may evolve into a small series of essays, as it takes shape...so here would be the first installment...

Today, I sent an email to a potential client, declining work whereupon he'd asked me to quote my services. I've never turned down work, so this was a first.

Since shortly before the 2008 election, the trickle of work to my business had dried up. I had a little ray of sunshine in March, which I'd hoped was a trend of better days to come, but proved to be only a blip on the radar screen. In about a three-week span this March, I got 5 projects to work on. I performed the work on all of them, and all but one of those clients paid me. Since that time, however, and until the last week of August, there was nothing.

Then, some of my tireless marketing efforts began to bear fruit. I got a project in NH (which I'm still fighting to get paid for), then two more in PA, then two in TX, and two more in Texas...and then I got a reply from another company in PA, to which I had sent a request that they consider my company to fill a void in their estimating workforce. They'd like me to look at a job called "The Flight 93 Memorial."

On my blogger profile, I say that my profession is "Dirt Counter", but more specifically, I perform quantities analysis on construction projects, some of them very large. A client sends me the paper plans and/or an AutoCAD file, and I analyze the proposed finished product versus the existing "lay-of-the-land" and calculate the amount of earthwork involved. Those people I work for, then apply their own costs and profit margins to the amount of work required, and bid (or negotiate) the construction contract. I invested thousands of dollars on the software to process these calculations, and thousands of hours making individual contact with potential clients. I've helped my clients win projects in New York, Delaware, Florida, North and South Carolina, Pennsylvania, Ohio, Texas, Virginia, and New Hampshire. I've introduced over 4000 different companies (one at a time) to my services and abilities.

This year, I've barely fended off the collections and foreclosures, and lived mostly on favors from family. So, it is particularly hard to reject work, any work, for any reason. For most of my projects, the invoices range from $450 -$1,000, but for this one, as I looked it over (238 plans sheets) my proposal would have been $5800. But this morning, I sent the following note to my would-be client declining to perform the work. Names changed for the purpose of guarding their anonymity...

["Steve"],

I truly wanted to win your company's takeoff business, but I think I should politely decline this project. Based on what I had read before Mr. ["Smith"] asked me to consider doing this work, and the research I've done in the brief time since, the nature of the memorial's design is a personal affront to me as a patriotic American.

I view those people who died trying to retake control of Flight 93 as heroes for having diverted the plane from a fourth symbolic target. And I suspect that the symbolic weight of the memorial's resemblance to an islamic mosque is the architect's complicity in finishing that mission.

It is fair to say that, "if I do not do this work, someone else will..." But, I do not accept that as validation for contributing to what I feel is a heinous perversion. Perhaps that is your company's rationale for bidding the work. Or perhaps, without the architect's proven or confessed intent, someone involved in the execution of the work (like you or me) can always claim ignorance regarding the design's symbolism. Apparently you and your company have found some justification for proceeding, but I can't square it in my own heart. If the symbolism were reflective of the Jewish Star of David or even the Dallas Cowboys' star, I'd have no reservations at all. I've read that unprompted muslims viewing the artistic rendering immediately identify the drawing as a mosque. That's enough for me.

And for me, it is no less sinister than the notion of chiseling out Teddy Roosevelt's face on Mt. Rushmore to be replaced by Bin Laden's, in an effort to appease the terrorists and those who would do harm to me and my countrymen.

Please, if you have better information than I do, I urge you to share it. The project is more grand in scope than any on which I've worked before, and I'd cherish the opportunity to contribute to something worthy of the victims' sacrifice.

Lastly, I apologize for dragging my feet on this response. I wrestled with my conscience over the decision, and finally came to the conclusion that I'd rather go hungry than abandon my principles. I would say good luck on the job, but if I'm right, I hope your company similarly walks away from it, and it doesn't get built according to it's current design. Personally, if it only takes one person saying "No!" to keep it from happening, then I'll be proud to make that financial sacrifice.

Witness photos of the plans on my digitizing table...

There were a number of articles I had read before being asked to help with the project, but I hadn't exactly bookmarked any of them, and had to try and retrace my steps from memory. Like so many things we read, my initial reaction on reading them was that there was no way such a design would pass scrutiny through to the implementation stage. But it looks like I was as naive as everyone else on this point.

My research on this included the National Parks website, CNN's reportage (sorely uncritical, as you might imagine), and fellow bloggers:

• Flopping Aces
• Michelle Malkin
• Error Theory

The offensively named "Crescent" has been re-labeled "Allee" and the original design, reported to have included 44 glass blocks (40 of them for the passengers plus four for the terrorists!) has evolved into forty "STONE SLABS WITH NAME INSCRIPTIONS" instead.

More on this soon. Construction is slated to begin within one month...

Weekend adventures

I awoke Friday morning with the first symptoms of what I'll call the Flying Pig Flu. So named because I never get sick...as often as pigs fly...and reminiscent of the recent health scares they've been warning you about: the bird flu and then the swine flu. In spite of a sore throat, I finished a new project for a new client (woo-hoo!) then got out and did a very pleasant trail ride from near the house.These first three pix are a semi-panorama from above and behind (about 700 yards) mi casa. Click for enlargement.

The leaf colors are just beginning to change, and should really be popping into all their fall glory in the next 3-4 weeks.

Our ride was to Barrett's Mountain, which is about 90 degrees clockwise from this view. My grandfather used to take his family, which included my Dad's family of six and my aunt's family of six for a tractor ride (pulling a flatbed sled for all of us to ride on) every summer...before there was any pavement on the mountian. Actually, I'm not sure the youngest of my siblings and cousins ever got to make this ride, since Pa passed away when I was about 9. I barely remember it, myself.

I'm pretty sure we took a watermelon or three. I definitely remember Pa, though, and how much he loved it. I can see his big smile now, like it was yesterday.

Speaking of family, on Saturday we got to spend the day helping to make molasses. On the trailer there, you'll see some very juicy sugar-cane. So juicy, in fact, that we had a hefty surplus after getting the boiler full. See if you can identify the "Cane Boss" in the above photo.

The molasses as it begins cooking.

Cane Boss-in-training studies the nuances of cane-steam...mesmorized by their hypnotic dance. Photographer mesmorized by cane-boss-in-training.

Dont' ask when it's ready. The cane will tell you when it's ready.

The dinner-bell rang for some venison-shoulder stew. Best ever. The cook is an absolute master.

It's been said that unless you spill some (over-heat and boil it over the top), that it won't be any good. Well, we had a tiny amount of spillage, but no over-boil. Gas heat is the way to go. Used to be, cooking with a wood fire below the vat, if you got it too hot and it boiled over, you'd have to "pull the fire out", and in a by-god hurry. Many a caner got scorched by the overflowing lava of molasses.

One-quart jar of the finished product...talk about a cure for what ails ya...

Rogue Element

Damn right, rogue.

If for no other reason, knowing that bad apples like Bin Laden preferred John Kerry to George Dubya gave me plenty of reason to dislike Kerry without further discussion. Similarly, I'm with Rush on this equation: It is reason enough that the Ostrich Media foams at the mouth with hatred every time Sarah Palin's name is mentioned, that immediately makes me gravitate towards her.



They fear her. And if you hate America, then you should fear her, too. Because she most-certainly does not stand for weakness.

I have an old friend...actually, I've been more of a friend to him, because I've paid to attend his bands' shows and given him shelter in my home and driven him around when I lived in Austin when he came to visit and I shared his music with others and so on...who fawned over Obama on his blog after the election last November that he'd years earlier grown to love and adore the man. He did not say, however, that his adoration prompted him (anytime prior to the election) to more-closely scrutinize Obama's history. And, I criticized him for that. I go back to his blog periodically to see if he's found the courage to take a hard look at his folly, but as yet, no such luck.

So now, here I am with a similar heroic figure. Haven't seen any warts yet, but I'll keep looking. Currently, her writings include her facebook page, which I read periodically. I think it's okay that a huge portion of the voting public will emotionalize their support (and I'm tempted to, also, I admit)...So what if her cult of personality sways the easily swayable, right? I'll be looking for, and at, the facts, thankeeverymuch. If she's the leader I believe her to be, I won't care any more why you like her than I care why they (the lunatic fringe left) don't.

And if you're thinking about my Christmas gift, mark your calendar for November 17: the day her book, Going Rogue, hits the shelves. I hope I get a thousand copies.

You are irrelevant

My good friend Denise, the high-priestess of the church of chocolate, tipped me to this video.



If and when you come to the conclusion that your elected representatives no longer listen to you (their employers) nor abide by their very own rules, are you content to wait for election time to roll back around when you'll then be able to vote (a vote which may or may not even count) to kick them out?

Here, you have Murtha abusing his power as Chairman in recognizing a very questionable (to say the least) vote count (in committee) as definitive, in spite of vocal disagreement, and refusing parliamentary challenges to his presumed authority to do so: "The Chair's decision is not subject to question." Recently, you've also seen a Congressman tell a constituent (his constituent!) that no one was going to tell him how to run his Congressional office. Town Hall meetings are being held over the telephone as a manner of controlling waves of dissenting public opinion. Would-be funny guy Al Franken was the beneficiary of crooked vote-counting (and re-counting and re-counting) until enough votes for him were "found" and his election then quickly certified (need I tell you which party was in charge of this fiasco?). And on and on.

Are you satisfied that your one vote is enough? Have you pierced the MSNBC-induced stupor of your friends and neighbors with some harsh truth? Have you bothered to tell your congressperson that you're sick of being labeled a racist for simply not knuckling under? Or, are you sharpening your own pitchfork, yet?

In light of, count them with me now, five sting-operation videos where ACORN advocates are seen and heard providing guidance toward setting up child-smuggling-and-prostitution houses, working to help fund the operation, giving tax advice, offering to aid said smuggling, and admitting to other crimes...and not even batting an eyelash, you haven't heard (except some efforts to discredit the reporters-Breitbart, O'Keefe, and Giles) any contributions from the ostrich media. In a world where every conceivable outlet scrambles to climb on the bandwagon and steal the thunder of any 'scoop' it's always: "Get me the local angle, dammit!" we're left with, instead...crickets.

Oh wait...stop the presses. We do have Jon Stewart:

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Criminal conspiracy is not out of the ordinary for these folks, but an absolutely ingrained character trait. And now, the White says it wants to distance itself from ACORN. As Michelle says, "Obama can no more disown ACORN than he can his own shadow... He is ACORN, and ACORN is him." Furthermore, ACORN made Obama who he is, and he made them who they are. These are people who do not have a Utopian vision for America, but a vile and destructive one. Do not let anyone tell you that their existence (O!Bummer's and ACORN's) is coincidental. These are people who wish to do you harm, and do harm to your liberty and freedom.

In her email, she said she didn't think I'd believe it, the video of Murtha. Well, the opposite is true. I do believe it. The Far Left has found itself in the perfect storm of unprecedented power. They're acting in their own interests with impunity, and not only do I believe it, but I expect it. I fear the results, here at home and also abroad.

And I worry that my countrymen, hypnotized in their ignorance by ABC, CNN, CBS, NBC, & MSNBC, do not fear those effects enough.

Just for the fun of it

"Who's gonna get their head cut?...What? Can't talk little man? Bet can't play none, neither. "



I get a kick out of Joe Seneca's Florida State chop to ward off the crazy dancing lady, but Ry Cooder and the tone he gets out of that Telecaster are the stars of this scene.

THEY

Just prior to the 2008 election, I worried aloud to a cousin of mine, who I knew was leaning Democrat (if he hadn't already voted so) that Obama had professed publicly his desire to create a civilian army (ahem..."security force") to rival in size and weaponry the US Military, and which answered only to him.

My cousin's animated response: "There's no way they'd ever let that happen."

In response to him was my question, dreading then what we've since seen come to pass, "with a majority in the House and a super-majority in the Senate, can you please tell me who you think 'they' will be?"




Even if you think you have reason to dislike Mr. Beck, watch this clip. And ask yourself if you're the least bit comfortable with who "they" are and what "their" motivations entail. Who among the great mysterious "they" has your interests at heart?

Would you care to guess whose well-being "they" do value?



When "they" have made it illegal or economically impossible to farm cattle on your own land, you can, with the help of a government-subsidized group like the one in this video, establish your own whore-house and employ (not to mention, benefit from their classification as "dependents" on your taxes) underage prostitutes smuggled from El Salvador.

Not for nuthin', but the "advisors" in this video very, very much resemble the administrative staff, advocates, and support personnel at the state-run (University of Texas) MD Anderson hospital.

Please tell me you've at least begun some measure of introspection on the sanity of your choices, Cuz.

H/T Flopping Aces

Read this, before watching that

Updated...see below...

Having monitored the traffic to this blog, I can report that the number of visitors dwarfs the number of commenters at about 200 to one. Either the handful of those commenting are checking back for updates every 10 minutes (now that's dedication) or there's lots of lurkers about. I suspect the latter.

I also suspect those lurking remain so because of their dissenting opinions opposite mine, and their relative inferiority toward voicing and supporting those arguments. Fine, I say. I'm happy to think that at least you've maybe learned something while you were here.

You've no doubt witnessed the smack-down I administered to the Dude Carriage (an America-hating troll who I'd journalistically thumped over at Kate's several times) on a couple of occasions, and you're reluctant to find yourself behind a similar woodshed. Rest assured, though, that dingbat brought it on hisself. Respectful disagreement is absolutely welcome here, poking the bear with a pointy stick without regard for the consequences could foster, what you might consider, a negative result.

That said, I'd like to clarify a small misconception. Although I won't call her by name (it rhymes with Schmerlfriend's Schmother), a comment she verbalized got back to me which I'll reference. She said, "All those Republicans get their misinformation from Fox News." Well, that got me wondering how much, in the great equation of political/social/cultural influence, real informational impact do I glean from Fox? The answer is, and I know you'll probably get all wee-wee'd up: virtually none. I get most of what I call news from online newspapers, the Drudge Report (which if you don't know, doesn't color the news, he just hands it to you without soliloquy), National Public Radio (don't think I'm not grinding my teeth through nigh every episode), Libertarian (not Republican) Neal Boortz' Neal's Nuze, and my fellow bloggers. And almost universally, when I read something that references another item, I follow back to the referenced article. I think it an insult when anyone pretends my (or that of my fellow Republicans) informational palette is narrowly supplied.

Like a good percentage of those bloggers I've come to admire, I came from a family of Democrats and was surrounded by Democrats most of my life, and considered myself one because I didn't know any better. On September 11, 2001, I thanked God that we had a Republican in the White House, and I still thank Dubya for not flinching for 8 years and having the huevos to carry more than empty rhetoric to the presidency (at least as applied to the question of national security). Also, on that day, I became a sponge for honest news. I found that Fox could deliver more-accurate reportage, but they even still couldn't refrain from too much color-commentary, and because they suffer from the same programmed mindset of how best to attract dedicated viewers, there's still too many fluff pieces for my liking. And I can't stomach shows featuring a "moderator" and three or more "experts" yelling at, and over, each other. I just don't get that, at all.

But this post isn't so much about Fox News, but about listening skeptically to what you're told.

In the final Presidential debate last October, both candidates were asked a rhetorical question by a caller. The lady said, and I'm paraphrasing, "What is it that you do not know, and how do you expect to learn it?"

I don't always have the perfect response to a question myself, but I immediately wished I could whisper in Senator McCain's ear: What I don't know is how can it be possible that a man...with zero leadership experience on one hand and a bagful of very scary historical associations (Wright, Ayers, Jones, ACORN, the corrupt Chicago political machine, communist personal mentor Frank Marshall Davis, and not-to-mention George Soros and Saul Alinsky) on the other, plus more than a little uncertainty regarding his citizenship and education on a third hand, ...could have poll numbers reflecting serious consideration for electing him President of these United States? And the way I expect to learn it is to watch what I call the Mainstream Media and see if they continue pandering to Socialist principles or decide to show his warts and strange, strange bedfellows the harsh light of day.

In that moment, while Johnnie Mac stumbled, stuttered, and lost his nerve, the election of 2008 was lost to a man who despises America, but has a pleasant speaking voice that masks his malevolent intent for destroying the fabric of this country.

I didn't know how and why so many people that I cared for, lots of intelligent folks, were so easily duped by him, but one thing that event spawned, for better or worse, was this blog, as an attempt at to clearly voice my dissention and opposition to the dumbing-down of the masses in general, and those who know me, in particular. Since its launch, I've come to know some truly outstanding minds, and am encouraged by the wave of patriotism amid which I find myself. Truly, I've stated before and shall reiterate, the smartest excuse you could have for visiting here could be checking the updates of those in my blogroll above left.

One very recent addition that you should note is Truth Or Consequences, by Jim Simpson. I began reading his work after being directed (by Boortz) to an essay he wrote a year ago in The American Thinker, "Barack Obama and the Strategy of Manufactured Crisis."

If you haven't heard of the Cloward-Piven Strategy, hatched in 1966 to create orchestrated calamity as a tool to engender a nationwide shift to embrace socialism, please follow the link to Mr. Simpson's essay. Also, if you choose to consider yourself a person who isn't easily fooled by those who would make them so, and you are open to reading one thing which doesn't fall lockstep into programmed liberalist/progressive/socialist so-called "intellectual" thought, please read the referenced essay. This work is the most-comprehensive piece that ties all of Obama's relationships, tutoring, and associations (not to mention his obligations!) into one package. And guess what, none of it is good. You may hear folks like Olberman and Matthews wax poetic about it (the essay) being unflattering, but you will not hear anyone disputing its veracity. This environment is where Obama's thinking was born and incubated, so it's not difficult at all to understand his rationale for appointing Van Jones, an avowed Communist, to a position of authority.

And that leads me to tonight's speech to be delivered to the joint session of Congress, where the great Community Organizer, defacto President of the United States, will push again for the passing of his so-called "healthcare reform" bill. If you choose to listen to him reading his teleprompter, please keep in the back of your mind this: The only certainty regarding government-run healthcare is that it will empower the government and further addict the populace to that same entity. The people who show up at Town Hall meetings are people just like me, who see corruption for what it is, and refuse to grant Washington DC more complete control of their lives, not paid shills for the Republican party. They are terrified of what more power, in the hands of those whose only purpose (and I'm talking about both sides of the aisle) is to increase their power and feather their own nests, means as a trade-off: more for them equals less for us. This is why you heard a Congessmen say in a Town Hall meeting yesterday, "You aren't allowed to film in here because it's my Town Hall meeting...And you're not going to tell me how to run my Congressional Office." -Democrat Baron Hill, Indiana.





Thanks to Flopping Aces for the video. Sorry to burst their bubble, but I will be telling them all exactly how to run their Congressional Offices, and I expect you should be also.


Please take it from me, one who ably chooses to process a wide palette of information, a cancer survivor who has battled his insurance company and hospital, was fired from his job over the diagnosis, who can't afford insurance ($2100 per month), and who was handed a bill for medical services (over $50,000) in spite of assured "complete coverage"...The federal government sticking its grubby self-serving hands into the healthcare equation is already part of the problem, and can't possibly be trusted as part of the solution. The current laws (laws, I say!) that preclude insurance companies from selling policies across state lines and limit your ability as the insured from changing jobs without losing your insurance, coupled with insane lawsuits and the higher medical costs that that process leads to (because of the absurd costs of malpractice insurance), benefit only the lawyers!...and, of course, those lawyers posing as elected representatives who enacted them.


Your addiction to their "care" is the set of shackles that enslaves you to them. The more authority and control and power you grant them, the less of it remains with you. There will be a faceless bureaucrat deciding whether you're worthy (because of your potential future contribution to the community) of that bypass surgery or should receive end-of-life counseling, if and when the federal government supplies/oversees your insurance. Consider as you listen to this America-hating communist speak tonight, the same person who actually said the new healthcare program would be run as smoothly and efficiently as the US Postal Service (you can scream now), the chart below illustrates the environment wherein he learned what he knows, and explains what is truly in his heart. Thanks again to Jim at Truth or Consequences. Click image to enlarge. UPDATE: It seems that clicking on image does nothing to help view it, so I re-inserted a larger version.


I apologize for the enormity of this post, but had to get it all off my chest. If you've read this and you're still making excuses for the left, and still taking what the MSM says as honestly newsworthy, then I say you are either lamentably ignorant or intentionally un-American.

If you're like me, then you most likely seek out that which is true and honest and good, and do your best to shun and not tolerate that which is rotten and vile. The one real benefit from the radical left's ascension to power is, that if we choose to see it for what it is, the intentional subversion of our country's founding principles, our core values will be strengthened and unified and we may never wander foolishly down this idiotic collective alleyway again.


You can't go back and change your vote, but you can change your way of thinking, and method by which you get your information.

Final note to Schmom, I bet I read ten times as much McClatchey newspaper propaganda and at least twice as much NPR as your limited exposure to Fox News. Which among us is the better informed, and more intellectually well-rounded?

Update #2: Thanks to Jim for providing additional links to his entire series, and a special essay on Obamacare's relationship to Cloward-Piven.

We're Godzilla. You're Tokyo.

Crunch! Stomp! Crunch!

Oh yeah, baby. Been a long nine months. It smelled like Autumn outside today. The first new leaf colors showed up over the weekend, and today was noticeably cooler. Here comes what is undeniably the best time of the year.

Time to hit somebody.




Update:

If the start of Carolina football this Saturday wasn't enough for you, consider the fact that also this weekend, the greatest alumni game ever assembled will tip off (Friday, 8PM) in front of a sell-out crowd in the Dean E. Smith center, where (also worthy of a "yeah, baby!") the banner acknowledging the 2009 National Champion UNC Tar Heel basketball team will be raised to the rafters.

One of my favorite writers, Adam Lucas, reports on tarheelblue.com a scene that recently took place in Coach Williams' office.

Roy Williams was sitting in his Smith Center office, the one with the newly framed photo of Ty Lawson and Michael Jordan hanging out at the Cousy Award ceremony. Across from Williams was Phil Ford; on the office speakerphone was Pat Sullivan. Ford and Sullivan were serving as the designated "general managers" for a draft intended to distribute players for Friday night's game.

As everyone involved reviewed the talent pool, Williams looked at Ford. "You know,
Phil, point guard must be a pretty easy position. Look how many point guards we've got on this list."

Both men chuckled...and at that exact moment, Lawson walked in the door.

"See?" Williams said. "They're all over the place!"

Lawson was stopping by before working out with some current and former Tar Heels later in the afternoon. That gave the room exactly 1,361 career assists--plus another 120 on the phone, as Sullivan would probably be quick to point out. It's hard to round up that many assists in some programs, much less on an average Tuesday afternoon.

What a great weekend to be in Chapel Hill. Happy Labor Day, y'all.

Exit stage left

I was encouraged during my schooling days (not quite "taught"...but they tried) that if I had nothing good to say, I should say nothing, and that it's impolite to speak ill of the dead. And so, I thought I did pretty well keeping my unflattering opinions to myself when Jacko the child-molester went Tango Uniform.

Similarly, without anything nice to say on the occasion of Ted Kennedy's passing, I'll remain relatively silent. The liberal-left, for whose cause he was the most prominent banner-bearer, will shamelessly try to play the event to their advantage. Watch today or tomorrow and see them try to dedicate another push for their socialized-medicine, big-government scheme "to his memorial legacy" or some such hogwash.

I'll only link to what a few others have written, far better pundits than I...

Always among my favorites, Flopping Aces documents a few of the facts of Teddy's life.

Michelle Malkin appropriately takes the high road.

And linked from Ms. Malkin, The Anchoress brings more generosity than I could muster.

Wait. Okay, updated from M/M, Kennedy did in fact campaign for Ronald Reagan and against the peanut-head. So that's two things worthy of celebration, at least.

Update: Fuck that. I'll mourn for Mary Jo Kopechne, who died in vain. Her murderer went unpunished. Miss Kopechne was failed by the law, and her killer spent his life perverting the law. I say that's a despicable trade-off. Her death shouldn't be reduced to a metaphor, but isn't what he did to her the exact same thing he's done to this country during his entire career?

Here, little girl...climb in my car while I drive recklessly and drunkenly along this bridge that has no guardrails. I'll pretend that what I'm doing to you may have some benefit for you.

Oops.

Now, I'm going to save my own worthless hide, so you'll just have to fend for yourself. Sorry that I had to lock you in. Having you tell others about my questionable sobriety (or incompetency) just would not do.

My country is worse off for him having escaped earthly justice. The only good thing to say is that now, at least, he won't be driving any of us around anymore. Let's just hope we can kick out a window before it's too late.

Cockroaches scurry under Malkin's bright light

You've gotta love Michelle Malkin. Listening to her, you get calm rational logic. But pay attention also to the so-called hosts of these shows. It should come as no surprise that Matt Lauer and the ladies from The View are blind, mindless disciples of the O!Bummer messiah. See how they (especially the one named Joy, I think) spit bile when Malkin says unfavorable things about the Big Zero's top-to-bottom infestation of cheats, crooks and cronies in the administration. Watch her disgust as she says, "...every broken promise: transparency, accountability, ethics...failing to deliver" and then squirming in their seats to interject and derail. Listen to Whoopie a time or two and see if her "question" even sounds like a question. See if you can easily substitute the phrase, "I don't like what you're saying, so I'm going to displace what you're saying with nonsense, or so our audience members don't hear everything you say, you heretic."

First, get some of this...

Then go check out how she lays waste to Lauer. I love his "she just completely ate my lunch" look as he says, "lot of comments there, this is Today and we'll be back."

But in the 2nd half of the Lauer video, Krauthammer unifies the entire point: Obama's campaign led so many of the middle-ground voters to believe that his presidency would transcend the muck and mire and general bullshit that we've come to expect from politicians...that there would be a genuineness and wholesomeness in the White House, and that what we've gotten instead is perhaps the most corrupt and dispicable administration in history, and precisely the loathing of America preached by Reverend Wright.

Lauer said at one point, "He (meaning Obama) hasn't gotten to where he has today by being a 'racial opportunist' has he?" Well yeah, Matt. That's exactly why.

It is ALIVE...

Wow, it's been nearly a month since the last post. This is the longest drought of blogging production since I launched the blog. At least, I rested on a good article in that most recent effort.

What? How can I blatantly say that it was good? Well, I wrote it, that's why.

The lack of production from me, though, hasn't been due to a lack of remarkable subject matter. Since that most-recent post, in fact, I've been able to do some fly-fishing with a niece and nephew on separate occasions, ride horses at the new club-land, had a family reunion, actually had a job interview (don't ask), go camping twice, and take in a new member of the household (a fox terrier named "Sweety"). All that in addition to cancelling a trip to some doctors at MD Anderson (I'm firing those bozos) and seeing a new (better) one in North Carolina, who scoffed at the need for more CT scans, and their associated high dosages of unnecessary additional radiation (not to mention their $3000+ each price tag), and after careful examination, issued me a clean bill of health. That report only served to confirm what I already knew. But apparently, some folks give those so-called "doctors" more credibility than they do me. Money down the drain, in my opinion. Quacks.

Part of the productivity problem is the current ongoing struggle against financial ruin. For a while, the juggling act of putting off one bill to pay another left this blogger without internet service. Not the end of the world (that comes next month when the mortgage goes unpaid). But heck, what does one 40-something white guy and his business future matter in comparison to the prospect of growing the federal and state governments and everyone's dependency thereupon? Apparently not so much.

Am I not a shining example of what gets sacrificed in pursuit of the hope-n-change nonsense?

If you know me, and you've seen the economic effect this administration's actions have had on me and my business, even if you want to disregard the merit of my words, have you not yet witnessed first-hand the very real result of your political choices?

This won't be my final blog post, but if it was, I'd want everyone to know that I won't seek or accept their handouts (SBA loans, governments subsidies, re-careering education, etc.), and I haven't drank the kool-aid. I know you can't eat your principles, but I'd go hungry (or better yet, go to the wilderness) long before I willingly castrate my liberty.

Fuck 'em.

Adventure pix coming soon, I swear!

This is what clear independent thought will get you

This letter was written on November 6 of last year, while so many folks were aglow (and yes "tingly down the pant legs", Chris Matthews) over the ascendency of the Big Zero. It was written by a woman.

A black woman.

Who is an Associate Professor of Sociology at Illinois State and continuing Visiting Scholar at Stanford University's Hoover Institution.

And a fan of free-market capitalism, liberty, individualism and objectivism.

Presenting Dr. Anne Wortham...

Fellow Americans,

Please know: I am black; I grew up in the segregated South. I did not vote for Barack Obama; I wrote in Ron Paul's name as my choice for president. Most importantly, I am not race conscious. I do not require a black president to know that I am a person of worth, and that life is worth living. I do not require a black president to love the ideal of America.

I cannot join you in your celebration. I feel no elation. There is no smile on my face. I am not jumping with joy. There are no tears of triumph in my eyes. For such emotions and behavior to come from me, I would have to deny all that I know about the requirements of human flourishing and survival - all that I know about the history of the United States of America, all that I know about American race relations, and all that I know about Barack Obama as a politician. I would have to deny the nature of the "change" that Obama asserts has come to America. Most importantly, I would have to abnegate my certain understanding that you have chosen to sprint down the road to serfdom that we have been on for over a century. I would have to pretend
that individual liberty has no value for the success of a human life. I would have to evade your rejection of the slender reed of capitalism on which your success and mine depend. I would have to think it somehow rational that 94 percent of the 12 million blacks in this country voted for a man because he looks like them (that blacks are permitted to play the race card), and that they
were joined by self-declared "progressive" whites who voted for him because he doesn't look like them. I would have to be wipe my mind clean of all that I know about the kind of people who have advised and taught Barack Obama and will fill posts in his administration - political intellectuals like my former colleagues at the Harvard University's Kennedy School of Government.

I would have to believe that "fairness" is equivalent of justice. I would have to believe that man who asks me to "go forward in a new spirit of service, in a new service of sacrifice" is speaking in my interest. I would have to accept the premise of a man that economic prosperity comes from the "bottom up," and who arrogantly believes that he can will it into existence by the use of government force. I would have to admire a man who thinks the standard of living of the masses can be improved by destroying the most productive and the generators of wealth.

Finally, Americans, I would have to erase from my consciousness the scene of 125,000 screaming, crying, cheering people in Grant Park, Chicago irrationally chanting "Yes We Can!" Finally, I would have to wipe all memory of all the times I have heard politicians, pundits, journalists, editorialists, bloggers and intellectuals declare that capitalism is dead - and no one,
including especially Alan Greenspan, objected to their assumption that the particular version of the anti-capitalistic mentality that they want to replace with their own version of anti-capitalism is anything remotely equivalent to capitalism.

So you have made history, Americans. You and your children have elected a black man to the office of the president of the United States, the wounded giant of the world. The battle between John Wayne and Jane Fonda is over - and that Fonda won. Eugene McCarthy and George McGovern must be very happy men. Jimmie Carter, too. And the Kennedys have at last gotten their Kennedy look-a-like. The self-righteous welfare statists in the suburbs can feel warm moments of satisfaction for having elected a black person. So, toast yourselves: 60s countercultural radicals, 80s yuppies and 90s bourgeois bohemians. Toast yourselves, Black America. Shout your glee Harvard, Princeton, Yale, Duke, Stanford, and Berkeley. You have elected not an individual who is qualified to be president, but a black man who, like the pragmatist Franklin Roosevelt, promises to - Do Something! You now have someone who has picked up the baton of Lyndon Johnson's Great Society. But you have also foolishly traded
your freedom and mine - what little there is left - for the chance to feel good. There is nothing in me that can share your happy obliviousness.

November
6, 2008

To an extent, it's good to know there are folks out there, specifically persons of color with intelligence & the capacity for independent thought who are willing and able to decry the great Affirmative Action experiment for the rape on our culture and its liberties, that it is. I just pray that there are other folks willing to listen...and damn soon.

I Still Hate You Sarah..."liberal" essay

This morning, I found a nice companion piece for yesterday's video-post regarding Ms. Palin. Sometimes you read something (or maybe not YOU, but certainly I do) that makes you say, "Man, I wish I'd have written that". The essay, referenced and quoted by my friend The Conservative Pup's blog, is pure journalistic mastery. Consider these excerpts:

I don’t know why I’m telling you this, but maybe now you’re beginning to understand the high-stakes game we’re playing here. This ain’t John McCain’s logrolling senatorial club any more. This is a deadly serious attempt to realize the vision of the 1960s and to fundamentally transform the United States of America. This is the fusion of Communist dogma, high ideals, gangster tactics, and a stunning amount of self-loathing. For the first time in history, the patrician class is deliberately selling its own country down the river just to prove a point: that, yes, we can! This country stinks and we won’t be happy until we’ve forced you to admit it.

In other words, stop thinking of the Democratic Party as merely a political party, because it’s much more than that. We’re not just the party of slavery, segregation, secularism, and sedition. Not just the party of Aaron Burr, Boss Tweed, Richard J. Croker, Bull Connor, Chris Dodd, Richard Daley, Bill Ayers, the Reverend Jeremiah Wright, and Emperor Barack Hussein Obama II. Not just the party of Kendall “Agent 202” Myers, the State Department official recruited as a Cuban spy along with his wife during the Carter administration. Rather, think of the Democratic Party as what it really is: a criminal organization masquerading as a political party.

The article is entitled, I Still Hate You Sarah Palin by David Kahane in the National Review. Please consider following the link above to read the whole thing. It's worth it.

Thanks, Pup!

I'll say again, if you folks weren't listening...It should be considered good advice that any of you come to my blog with your morning coffee, crank the playlist player's "play" button, and proceed through the updates in my blogroll as a vital part of your daily routine.

You're welcome.

Go get 'em, Sarah!

Why do I have such high regard for Ms. Palin? Mostly because I think she shares the sentiment that there is little or no need to be a great politician in order to be a great leader. I listen to what she says, and I have the sense that what she says is an extension of who she is, not a fabrication of what she thinks someone wants to hear.

If she wants to be a hockey coach, the first female President (never thought I'd say that or see it happen in my lifetime), start a late-night television show on Fox to trounce the Lettermans and would-be-Lettermans of the world, or write a book and have a public-speaking tour in support of it (hey Sarah, do you want a co-writer?), I'm behind her 100%.



Thanks to Kate and Beth for the video.

Also, check out Lemuel's report featuring Thomas Lifson's take.

I keep reading the same phrase from good folks, "Go get 'em, Sarah."

Amen.