What a tough guy

Believe me, there have been plenty of times I would have liked to have thrown something at our President, but there has been one thing about the shoe throwing incident that has bugged me, and finally, I have found an article that has properly articulated what I have been thinking:

But of course these Arab reporters know full well that they would never dare to throw a shoe or anything else at an Arab dictator, tyrant, emir, or king. If they did, they would be guaranteed a particularly unpleasant punishment, which would no doubt include painful amputations of various body parts. That is why Muntadhar al-Zeidi is a coward, for he knew full well that he can insult a western leader with impunity....

The ultimate irony about this shoe throwing is that beautifully illustrates the difference between the free world and the totalitarian regimes out there. If Saddam had been standing at that podium instead of Bush, do you honestly think that "brave" reporter would have thrown his shoes in the first place?

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Bush finally gives us his legacy

There is nothing like lame-duck status to bring out a politician's true colors. George W. Bush proved that today when he explained his actions and wishes regarding these lame-brained bailouts. Here is the money quote of the year:

"I've abandoned free-market principles to save the free-market system."

Our "free-market system" you say? You mean the one in which car manufacturers are told by the government what kind of cars to make and financial institutions are told by the government to whom they will lend money? That "free-market system"?

The tragedy about this is that if you think Bush's strategy is bad, just wait until our Marxist-loving president-elect gets into office next month. The next four years are going to one wild ride.

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Next time you feel like giving your opinion... don't

Being an agency fee payer and non-member of the CTA and NEA, I belong to the American Association of Educators (AAE) instead. The AAE sends out a monthly newsletter called Education Matters. I usually enjoy the articles they have to offer, but of course, I'm not always going to agree with everything, because that wouldn't be any fun now would it!

The November 2008 edition had an article entitled Teacher Buried at 70, Died at 25: Rediscovering Your Passion for Teaching, by one Calvin Mackie, Ph.D. Dr. Mackie is a former associate professor of mechanical engineering at Tulane University in New Orleans.

Now, I get what Dr. Mackie was trying to convey in his article, however, he did so in a very sanctimonious and uninformed manner. He began the article with his basic thesis:

Many teachers and other educators are neither motivated, inspired, nor prepared to accept and deal with the daunting challenges facing us today.

Undoubtedly true, says I. Of course, many are the exact opposite of that, but I digress. Moving further down the article, Dr. Mackie says:

Famous boxing promoter Don King (He's using Don King as a source?), when asked what is success, replied, 'Set yourself on fire and people will show up to watch you burn.'

It's funny that Dr. Mackie used that quote, because a long time ago, my mother, who is also a teacher, used that very same imagery when explaining how hard it is to gain her students' attention. She told me, "I swear, in order to compete with their television, video games, and iPods, about the only thing I could do to get my students' attention would be to set myself on fire in the front of the classroom...."

But Dr. Mackie has a different take: we teachers are the problem. He says,

Maybe our students are not on fire because we, the educators, are not on fire. Many of us have become fire fighters, pouring water on the fire of our children's hopes and dreams, rather than being the fire lighter, and igniting them every day to go beyond their limited view. Be honest, which are you: fire fighter, or fire lighter?

Excuse the hell out of me, but I do not go to work with the intention of drowning the hopes and dreams of anyone. I go to work every day, hoping this will be the day when I will be able to get through 30 seconds of my lesson without having to wait 10 seconds for the troublemakers to quiet down, then repeat that process over and over again every period, every day, all school year long. I go to work every day, hoping that this will be the day when I do get to teach, when I do get to light a fire in a student, instead of being a babysitter with a masters degree. Dr. Mackie seems to be putting the cart before the horse. He makes it sound like we teachers have some sort of bitter stick up our asses which then poisons the student body and makes them bitter as well, and uneducable to boot. Hardly. I go to work every day with a positive, I-love-to-teach attitude, and certain students do everything they can - intentional and unintentional - to beat it out of me by the end of the school day. Anything "fun", like a review game, that I have planned, the students quickly ruin it because they can't even stay quiet long enough to listen to the game's directions. About the only thing for which they will stay somewhat quiet is silent reading and note-taking; and note-taking is what we teachers are always told that students hate the most. I would quite often rather do something else as well, however, that is about all my students seem capable of handling.

Dr. Mackie then engages in a very inaccurate analogy:

Many educators, especially those occupying positions in institutions of higher education, are becoming like doctors in hospitals who do not want to treat sick patients. They only desire and admit the healthy, well-prepared and equipped students who they can nurture and graduate. Then, they spend a lifetime bragging about how their great, healthy, and well students never became ill.

Dr. Mackie, when you talk of healthy patients and sick ones, they both have one thing in common: they want to be in the hospital! They want to do what it takes to get better or stay healthy! To expound upon your analogy, I work in a hospital where too many of my sick patients refuse to read the literature I give them that tells them how to get healthy. I give them a prescription that requires they take the medicine home a few times a week and ingest it there, but they refuse to do so. Many times, a parent will want me to let the sick patient make up all those prescriptions that the patient refused to ingest over the last few months. The problem is that you can never swallow that many pills all at once. To make matters worse, the sick patients do everything they can to sabotage the healthy patients and make them sick as well. And when, after all this, the patient is still sick, the patient's parent calls me or emails me and demands to know why the patient is still sick. Sorry parent, but I'm not allowed to follow your little patient home and ensure that he takes his medicine, and I am severely limited in my ability to keep your sick patient out of my hospital so I can stop him from infecting the healthy patients. When doctors encounter patients like this, the patients are not allowed back in the hospital!

I only have the short bio to reference regarding Dr. Mackie's job history, so I don't know all of his teaching experience. However, I would like him to know that teaching a bunch of apathetic general-population students in a public middle school is quite a different experience than teaching highly motivated mechanical engineering students at a private college where the annual tuition is in the neighborhood of $25,000.

Stick to what you know, Dr. Mackie.

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Even Hitler is in foreclosure!

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Thanksgiving in the desert

In a very much appreciated gesture, my mother-in-law rented a condo in Palm Springs, California, and invited her immediate family (my wife and kids, and my wife's sister and her family) to spend Thanksgiving there.

From Sacramento to Palm Springs is about an eight-hour drive, and we wanted to get there as soon as possible and avoid holiday traffic, so my wife and I packed up the night before, woke up at 4am, put our sleeping children in their car seats, and we were on the road by 4:40am. We rolled into Palm Springs just after 1pm. I had never been to Palm Springs; all I really knew about it was its ritzy "Golden Age of Hollywood" reputation. My final analysis of Palm Springs is that I would never want to live there, but it was certainly a beautiful place to visit.

As soon as we rolled into town, My attention was naturally drawn to the mountains that the city is literally jammed up against. They are those steep, rugged, rocky, almost treeless leviathans that make you almost forget that you are in a desert. Observe:





The pinnacle of these mountains is the 10,800 foot San Jacinto Peak. In front of the peak however are many smaller foothills that were accessible enough for my brother-in-law and me to take our children (age span: 2, 4, 4, and 6) on a hike one afternoon. Here are some of the highlights of that trek:

My daughter the mountain goat trying to catch up with the big kids.

Almost there!

My kids and I enjoy the view.

Whoops! The sun is beginning to set; time to head back toward the car.

The sun goes down fast around here.

My son takes one last look at the sprawl below before we start heading back into it.

On one of our days in Palm Springs, my sister-in-law and her family went miniature golfing, my wife took her mother and my daughter shopping, which left me alone with my son. Rather than sitting around the house twiddling our thumbs, I took him to the Palm Springs Air Museum. I took more pictures than I could possibly care to post, but here are some of the highlights:



The highlight of our visit was their fully functioning B-17G Flying Fortress. This World War II bomber has always been one of my favorite airplanes. For a further thrill, my son and I received a personal tour of the interior of the aircraft from one of the docents. I would show you pictures, but it was so dark in there, my camera flash didn't carry very far. I used my son for scale to show how absolutely cramped it was for the gunner who stuffed himself into the ball turret on the belly of the B-17. I can't even imagine how naked I would have felt in that thing as a German ME-109 raked the underside of the aircraft with machine gun fire.

The museum was dedicated to mostly World War II-era aircraft with the building divided into two wings: one for aircraft from the European Theater and another for aircraft used mostly in the Pacific Theater. Here are some of those airplanes in no particular order:

P-51 Mustang

P-47 Thunderbolt

P-40 Tomahawk

Dauntless Dive Bomber

My son loved the model aircraft display!

He was even more intrigued by the display of the many firearms used by the different countries that participated in the War. He's such a boy!

On display outside was a German 88mm anti-tank/anti-aircraft/anti-personnel artillery piece. American soldiers hated this weapon probably more than anything else in the German arsenal.

After a hard day of playing and visiting, we would all go home to the comforts of a rather plush condo. The two most inviting aspects were the master bathroom and the backyard. In the master bathroom was a tub and shower that reminded one more of a Roman bath:

And then in the backyard was something that looked like a mini-swimming pool, but was actually a hot tub. It even had a waterfall!

Even if it was just for a week, it was nice to experience how the other half lives! However, after a total of 16 hours on Interstate 5, we are ready to stay home for Christmas!

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What is the price of a life?

Apparently, $798 for a 50" plasma television. At a Wal-Mart on Long Island, New York, prices weren't just rolled back on plasma televisions and digital cameras; life became cheap as well. I can't find the proper words to express how appalled I am at the ignorant fools that you see in the photo at right. Undoubtedly pictured in that crowd are some of the chuckleheads and knuckleheads who were so revved up to get some good day-after-Thanksgiving deals, that they literally tore down the front doors and then trampled a Wal-Mart employee TO DEATH as they all madly rushed into the store. TO DEATH! Excuse me, but you have got to be fucking kidding me. To add to the gruesome ambience, shoppers continued to shop and walk right past the dying man as other store employees worked to save his life, AND the shoppers began complaining when it was announced that the store was being closed because of what had happened.

Have large segments of our country's population become that unfeeling and callous? Is this something new in our nation's history, or has there been some other period I have missed when life was this cheap, and people were this trashy? I truly feel embarrassed for my country that something like this could happen. What a wonderful way to kick off the celebration of the arrival of Jesus Christ.

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Pop that balloon!

I had to cheat just a little on my week-long break from blogging. Damn my wife's laptop and its wireless connection!

I caught a good bit of Barack and Michelle Obama's ooey-gooey interview with Baba Wawa tonight. There was one little statement from the Chosen One that stood out:

"I'm not a miracle worker."

That's pretty funny when you think about what he had to say earlier this year on the night that he locked up the Democrat nomination for president:

"...I am absolutely certain that generations from now, we will be able to look back and tell our children that this was the moment when we began to provide care for the sick and good jobs to the jobless; this was the moment when the rise of the oceans began to slow and our planet began to heal; this was the moment when we ended a war and secured our nation and restored our image as the last, best hope on earth...."

Have we changed our tune a bit?

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Turkey Time-out

I will be away from home and presumably sans computer for the next week, so my few dozen readers will have to find some way to cope with my absence. I am sure I will have something profound to say upon my return.


I wish you and yours a bountiful and pleasant Thanksgiving. I know I thank God every day for everything I have.

Remember, the Pilgrims had a feast to thank God for getting them through that first year; they weren't thanking the Indians. Now that you have had your history lesson, go pig out!

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Change the Clintons can believe in

From the Office of the President-Elect (love the podium seal), names of Barack Obama's political appointees are beginning to be released, and something seems very familiar about all this. Let's see some of the names so far:

Transition Team Director: John Podesta - Bill Clinton's White House Chief of Staff
Chief of Staff: Rahm Emanuel - Bill Clinton's senior advisor
Attorney General: Eric Holder - Bill Clinton's Deputy Attorney General
Secretary of State: Hillary Clinton - Bill Clinton's wife
White House Counsel: Greg Craig - Bill Clinton's Special White House Counsel


It gets better. On Friday afternoon, the Obamas announced that their daughters will be attending a private school in Washington D.C. called Sidwell Friends, which is the same school that Chelsea Clinton attended. This decision is particularly galling, as Barack Obama is supposedly a big supporter of public schools and is an opponent of vouchers or any other program that could rescue students from failed public schools. Did all you Obamamaniacs out there really think that the Obamas would put their kids in public school? Apparently, there was much speculation that this would be the case. The "good for me, but not for thee" mentality is alive and well.

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It's just that easy!

If you are still using rabbit ears to get reception on your television, you will have to convert to digital by February of next year. If you don't go with a digital carrier like Comcast or Dish Network, you do have another option: a converter box.

In this faux public service announcment, watch this nice old lady show you how easy it is to convert to digital:



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"A little something for the ladies"

I just came across an absolute hilarious website/blog that uses old department store catalogs to showcase "fashion atrocities" from the 1970s. The photos and the commentary of the photos are gut-bustingly hilarious, as is the name of the website: PlaidStallions.com.

Please check it out and behold the ugly truth that people actually used to dress like this.

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How did Obama get elected?

From the votes of ignoramuses like these:



After watching this, I know what some of you might be thinking: "You could get a group of McCain voters who are just as ignorant." Maybe. First of all, McCain wasn't elected; Obama was. Secondly, I could confidently make the case that one of the reasons McCain didn't get elected was that many Republican/Conservative voters were overly informed about what kind of quasi-leftist toady McCain really is, and the only reason he did as well as he did was due to the conservatism of Sarah Palin. However, the makers of this video didn't just leave it to 12 Obama voters outside a polling place in order to make their point. They also hired Zogby International to conduct a poll of people who voted for Obama. The ignorance of those polled was just as astounding.

For more info, and for a rundown of the results of the Zogby Poll on this issue, go to HowObamaGotElected.com.

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McCain vs. Obama: No Contest. No, really... no contest

With a line like this...

If you are detecting some anger on my part, it is because I was given the choice, in its purest form, between Stupid and Evil last week. And Stupid is so stupid he doesn't even recognize Evil when they wake up in bed together and his hind end is sore.

...you have to read the whole article.

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Life's little dramas

It's been an adventurous week, starting Veterans Day Weekend with the trip in which I took the photos featured a couple posts ago. The fam and I drove up to northeastern California to spend a couple of days with my parents. While there, my two-year-old daughter came down with some sort of 24 hour stomach flu that sent her to the toilet several times in order to expel the contents of her stomach.

I returned to work on Wednesday, and at lunchtime, I thought it odd that I only wanted to take a couple of half-hearted bites of my lunch. By the time bedtime for my kids approached, I was waylaid to the couch, shivering and aching, even though I lay curled up dressed in fleece pajamas and thick socks. I prefered to lie down, because sitting or standing up made me feel more nauseous. Before he went to bed, my four-year-old son told me, "Daddy, I feel just like you do." How sweet, I thought to myself, that he is feeling empathy for his dad. I went to bed soon after.

Just after midnight, I found out just how empathetic my son was being. I awoke to that unique cry that he emits when he is about to vomit: a high pitched wail accompanied by a sense of panic and urgency. I have heard that unmistakable sound before, and in my sleep-induced stupor, I was hearing it again. My wife must have also instinctually recognized the sound, as she was out of bed ahead of me and dashed into my son's room. As I was swinging my legs over the side of the bed, I heard my wife's panicked yell to grab a trash can. I snagged the round plastic IKEA trash can from our bathroom and half-stumbled into our son's room. My wife had her hands cupped together and raised to eye level as my son, who sleeps in a loft-type bed, was vomiting into the fleshy little bowl she had formed. I thrust the trash can under my wife's hands, and she immediately opened her impromptu cup to allow the vomit to plop into the bottom. My son then proceeded to add even more to the collection at the bottom. My wife slipped away to wash her hands (muttering, "I feel so violated" on her way out) and I stood there holding the trash can up as my son continued his business. As I stood there, the pungent odor of my son's vomit began to waft into my nostrils, while at the same time, I began to feel a wave of nausea wash over me as I suddenly realized I was now vertical. "Oh no," I muttered to myself, as the intensity of the nausea increased with each passing second. Not long after, I reached the tipping point and brought my mouth to the very trash can I was holding, and began throwing up into it just as my son was giving his final heaves. As I continued to "vominate" (as my son calls it), I glanced at my son, who was watching me with a look of half-consternation, half-fascination on his face that still bore the chunky residue of his exertions. After I had nothing left to contribute to the trash can, my wife and I cleaned up everything as best we could and put our son in bed with us for the rest of the night. He threw up a couple more times before morning mercifully arrived. Thankfully, our daughter peacefully slept through the entire affair.

When my wife and son went back to bed after the big cleanup, it was about 12:30am. I had about three hours of sleep under my belt at that point, and my adrenaline was up from what had just occurred. I knew I would not be going to work the next day, so I went ahead and typed up my lesson plans, and faxed them to my office, heading back to bed around 1:00am for a couple more hours of fitful sleep. Later that same morning, my wife and daughter headed out the door to work and school, and my son and I stayed home to recover; more from lack of sleep than anything else. We shared quite a few good laughs as he and I recounted the absurdity of what had occurred in his room a few hours earlier. How many times did he tell me with wonderment, "Wow Daddy, I've never seen you throw up before!"

But the week was by no means over.

Fast forward to this morning (Friday). As part of my daily ritual, I went in to feed Franklin, our goldfish of nearly two years, who had been named by our son in honor of the turtle of the childrens' book series (Franklin the turtle also has a goldfish). Unfortunately, after swimming happily in his little aquatic home since December of 2006, I found that Franklin had chosen this morning to go to that great fishtank in the sky. I informed my wife of Franklin's passing, and she immediately told me not to tell our son, and to hide the body from him until we all got home from work and school in the afternoon. This would turn out to be excellent advice. As my son got dressed, I clumsily fished Franklin's still form out of the tank, placed him in a ziploc bag, and put him in the refrigerator.

When we all got home this afternoon, my wife whispered to me to put Franklin's body back into the tank before I broke the news to our son. I did so, and then went into our office/den where my wife was checking email and our kids were playing. I sat on the couch and beckoned my son over. I told him, "We need to talk about Franklin. I'm so sorry, but he died today." My son looked confused for a second and then asked me, "Daddy, are you teasing?" I replied, "No buddy, I'm not teasing." My son quickly turned around and walked down the hall to where Franklin's fishtank sits. I followed right behind him and waited behind him as he stood before Franklin's tank. Looking down at my son, I could only see the back of his head, but there is a mirror behind the fishtank, and I could see my son's face in the mirror as he gazed at Franklin's motionless body floating head-down in the tank. My son's forlorn face quickly began to scrunch up as the tears began to flow and his sobs quickly began to flow as well. My wife had arrived on the scene at that point, and my son fell into her arms as he cried for his dead pet goldfish.

We held a burial ceremony in the backyard, where we buried Franklin alongside the house, right below my son's bedroom window. My wife even picked a flower from a plant in our backyard for our son to place on Franklin's little grave. It was sad enough that my wife even got a bit teary as our son bid an emotional farewell to his beloved pet. After dinner, we went to a nearby frozen yogurt shop to celebrate Franklin's life, and to assuage the grief of our little boy, and also his little sister, who, upon seeing the anguished cries of her big brother, had taken up the mantle of grief as well, and had also begun crying for Franklin.

Sometimes, I think God put goldfish on earth as a way to provide a small and more easily understood introduction to the idea of mortality that our precious and innocent children must one day face. And for that purpose, Franklin finally had his day in the sun... and the refrigerator.

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A conservative screenwriter's journey to Afghanistan

“We fought the Soviets because they had no God, they believed in nothing,” they said, as the [in]terp[retor] translated. “They were your enemies, and they were our enemies. We respect you, especially Christians, because we have the same God. We know you’re here to help and we need your help because we are poor. The fighting of the mujahideen destroyed everything. Day by day, since you came, our lives have gotten better. But if you move your base here, the enemy will attack us. Stay far away. Stay in Kalagush. Send us your help from there....”

This is a wonderfully well-written and informative piece for City Journal written by Andrew Klavan. Give it a look-see.

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In remembrance of Veterans Day

In honor of all who have served our country - whether in wartime or peacetime - I wish all of you a somber and heartfelt Veterans Day, and ask that you give just a moment of your time to think about what those millions of veterans out there have sacrificed in order for this country to survive.

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Images of my favorite season

For as long as I can remember, my favorite season of the year has always been Autumn. I love the cold mornings and the warmer, but crisp afternoons. I love the changing colors in the trees, and the smell of wood smoke emanating from people's fireplaces. Where I grew up in the forests of northern California, I also fondly remember the somewhat acrid but pleasing aroma of burning piles of leaves.

Sacramento's change of season isn't quite as glorious as it is in the mountains to the east and north, but there are plenty of deciduous trees in this city that still give it a go. One of those trees resides on my front lawn, and here is a picture I took when it began to turn:

For a true feeling of Fall, you must get out of the Central Valley and go into the mountains. One of my favorite places is the volcanic countryside of northeastern California. The following photos were taken yesterday on Highway 89 between Mount Shasta and Burney.

I have seen better days to photograph my favorite mountain, but Mount Shasta is always willing to look dramatic. Meanwhile, when I turned to my left, I saw this dramatic scene:

The weather in northeastern California during the fall can be predictably unpredictable. One second it's sunny, then the clouds move in, then it's sunny again. Then you get some thunder and lightning. The changing weather and lighting conditions makes for great photography, especially when its sunny in one area, and shady in others, like this scene of a dry lake bed, for example:

I had to pull over to take this photo when I saw the cloud shadows falling on the hills in the background. To my right, I caught this image:

Northeastern California is so desolate, but is so beautiful. In the spring, everything you see here is green, but you can't beat the fall for dramatic photography. Speaking of dramatic photography, I will end this montage with my biggest weakness, which is evergreen trees silhouetted against the dusk sky. I never get tired of taking these kinds of images:


That's all I have for you until my next adventure into the wilderness.

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Why did McCain lose?

For the same reasons I listed when the Republicans idiotically nominated him. However, my words pale in comparison to the simple eloquence of Ann Coulter. Hate her if you wish, but you dare not ignore her:

Republicans lost this presidential election, and I don't blame the messenger; I blame the message. How could Republicans go after B. Hussein Obama (as he is now known) on planning to bankrupt the coal companies when McCain supports the exact same cap and trade policies and earnestly believes in global warming?

How could we go after Obama for his illegal alien aunt and for supporting driver's licenses for illegal aliens when McCain fanatically pushed amnesty along with his good friend Teddy Kennedy?

How could we go after Obama for Jeremiah Wright when McCain denounced any Republicans who did so?

How could we go after Obama for planning to hike taxes on the "rich," when McCain was the only Republican to vote against both of Bush's tax cuts on the grounds that they were tax cuts for the rich?

And why should Republican activists slave away working for McCain when he has personally, viciously attacked: John O'Neill and the Swift Boat Veterans, National Right to Life director Doug Johnson, evangelical pastors Jerry Falwell, Pat Robertson and John Hagee, various conservative talk radio hosts, the Tennessee Republican Party and on and on and on?

So many times - especially during the debates - Barack Obama would state his position on something, and I would be thinking to myself, "Great what is McCain going to say to that; he believes the same thing."

When given the choice between a Democrat and Democrat-lite, why not just go for the Democrat. That is exactly what often happened in this election.

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Guess who helped pass Prop 8?

The most divisive proposition on the California ballot this election year was Proposition 8. Voting "Yes" on the ballot meant adding to the California constitution that only marriage between one man and one woman would be legally valid. Voting "No" would let stand a decision by the California State Supreme Court that marriage between homosexuals is considered valid.

Proposition 8 was passed by the voters of California with a fairly comfortable margin of 52%-48%. Some people who are not from California could easily be pretty confused by the victory of Prop 8, what with California's liberal reputation and the San Francisco/West Hollywood reputation as well.

Part of the explanation for the passage of Prop 8 is not where you would initially look: California's black and Hispanic voters. The same black and Hispanic voters who voted overwhelmingly for Barack Obama, also voted overwhelmingly in favor of Prop 8. Blacks favored Prop 8 by a margin of 70%-30%, and Hispanics were about evenly divided. This is especially ironic when you think about supporters of homosexual marriage often comparing their plight to the black civil rights movement.

The biggest split among the voters on Prop 8 was between old and young: older voters supported it, younger voters opposed it. Does this mean that ten or twenty years from now, we are going to have to vote on this matter all over again? This is a big drawback about messing with the constitution - state or federal - with a majority vote rather than multi-step amendment process.

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The Obamessiah's minions celebrate

I have never seen anything like it. The day of the election, I endured talk of Obama among my students all day long. Talking about it is fine, but it didn't end there. They were singing songs about him. They would be walking into the classroom singing, "Obama, Obama, Obama."

The next day, after ObamaObamaObama had won, the first thing I heard when I stepped onto the campus from the parking lot were some celebrating students yelling amongst themselves, "Gimme an 'O'! Gimme a 'B'! Gimme an 'A'!" and so on. Throughout that day after the election yesterday, I had to endure another round of singing about Obama; literally, singing. When I was in the 7th grade, Reagan was reelected. You couldn't find a bigger 7th grade Reagan fan than I, but I distinctly remember never singing songs about him. By 8th period, I could stand it no longer and reminded my celebrating students, "I just want to make sure, you guys do know he is just a man right?" I even told them the story I blogged about recently in which Peggy from Florida was already looking forward to a President Obama who was going pay for the gas in her tank and the mortgage on her house. I told the students that Peggy is going to be mighty disappointed in six months or so when she figures out that what she is hoping for is not going to happen.. or at least I hope.

All this celebrating by my students, and I already know from past conversations and class discussions that all that my students really know about Obama is that he is black. In the end, that was all that mattered.

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12th Psalm - Plea for Help in Evil Times

Help, O LORD, for there is no longer anyone who is godly;
the faithful have disappeared from humankind.
They utter lies to each other;
with flattering lips and a double heart they speak.

May the LORD cut off all flattering lips,
the tongue that makes great boasts,
those who say, "With our tongues we will prevail;
our lips are our own--who is our master?"

"Because the poor are despoiled, because the needy groan,
I will now rise up," says the LORD;
"I will place them in the safety for which they long."
The promises of the LORD are promises that are pure,
silver refined in a furnace on the ground,
purified seven times.

You, O LORD, will protect us;
you will guard us from this generation forever.
On every side the wicked prowl,
as vileness is exalted among humankind.

Those are some high expectations

I'm sure this one is making the rounds, as it is on Drudge this morning and is all over YouTube. Check out what an Obama supporter expects from her Messiah. You will see the news clip, and there will be some nice commentary from the radio host who ran it.



God help us all if this man wins the election tonight, because Peggy's expectations are typical of the people who are voting for him.

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This is why there is an age limit for voting

I held a mock election in my classes on Friday; all my 7th and 8th graders were given a list of most of the major candidates for president, including third party candidates from the Libertarian, Green, and Constitution parties.

After a quick review of some of the major views and positions of the candidates and their parties, the secret ballot was underway. I was not surprised with the results.

Among the 152 students who voted that day, 115 (76%) voted for Barack Obama. The runner-up was John McCain with 21 votes (14%). The rest of the votes were a smattering for Cynthia McKinney of the Green Party, Ralph Nader, one for Libertarian candidate Bob Barr, and one for "Gummie Bears." When I announced the results, the students began cheering and gloating and they were rather surprised to learn that the rest of the country isn't quite so skewed in Obama's direction, what with the 3 to 5 point spread in some polls.

That Obama would win my classroom election was a foregone conclusion; for weeks, my students have been singing the praises of Obama while wearing oodles of pins, buttons, and t-shirts. The entertaining part is when we debriefed near the end of each period by asking for volunteers to explain why they voted for a particular candidate. Since 3 out of 4 students voted for Obama, the candidate for the Democrat party took up most of the conversation. It quickly became apparent that

a) Most had no real clue why they preferred Obama other than the color of his skin.
b) Most believed the most vile misinformation about John McCain and Sarah Palin, and the number one reason they didn't like him is because he is "too old" to be president.

You name a lie, rumor, or innuendo about McCain, and I heard them all on Friday: He's racist, he wants to kill everyone, his running mate is "retarded." Meanwhile, reasons for wanting Obama included the oft-repeated mantra that he wants to "change things," because he wants to pull our troops out of Iraq (which is at least a legitimate reason, even if you disagree with it), and of course, because he would be our first "African-American" president.

If you are wondering why I am not mentioning what any McCain-supporting students had to say, it is because I couldn't get any of the 21 who voted for him to say anything. The peer pressure to support Obama was overwhelming all day. That is why I made sure I had a secret ballot instead of a show of hands.

So, my middle school students overwhelmingly voted in favor of Obama, which didn't surprise me, due to their youth, ignorance, and inexperience. On the other hand, tomorrow, roughly half the electorate will vote for Barack Obama. What's their excuse?

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A father/son moment

This afternoon, I ran alongside my 4 year-old son as he excitedly rode his bicycle without training wheels for the first time.

Watching him pedal as I pounded the pavement beside him was one of the greatest moments in my 36 years.

The best part is that I get to experience this feeling again in 2 or 3 years when my 2 year-old daughter does the same thing!

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Another fun-filled inservice day is in the books

Today was that time again - where the teachers of my district filed into the gymnasium of one of our high schools and were told what a piss-poor job we are doing with our minority students.

This time, our superintendent had two community "activists" appear to give us pointers in how to deal with "my people" as they both called it. One man represented the Pacific Islander community, and the other represented the Hispanic/Chicano/Latino/Mexican-American/Aztlan community. Yes, he used all those terms.

The Pacific Islander guy was nice enough. He explained to us the difference between Micronesian, Melanesian, and Polynesian, and the cultural peculiarities of each group. When referencing our Fijian students, he did add that many of them and their families are "undocumented," and so they may not want to field many questions from teachers about what they do for a living and how long they have been here. Ah, yes... undocumented.

Then there was the Hispanic/Chicano/Latino/Mexican-American/Aztlan guy. He was wearing a pair of jeans and a sport coat, and under his sport coat was a t-shirt with the word "Aztlan" and a big eagle emblazoned across the front. He also had an Obama button pinned to his lapel... naturally. We teachers sat in the bleachers on sore and tired posteriors as Mr. Gutierrez droned on about how we should understand why our Hispanic/Chicano/Latino/Mexican-American/Aztlan students should be a little misbehaved, because after all, we took their land. He further explained this concept by uttering the time-honored line: "We didn't cross the border; the border crossed us." He then explained to us that it is our job as teachers to learn to speak Spanish in order to be able to better deal with the parents of our Hispanic/Chicano/Latino/Mexican-American/Aztlan students. To quote Mr. Gutierrez: "That's your job." Isn't it the job of the parents to learn to speak English so they can communicate with their child's teachers? If they are "undocumented," isn't it their job to go back to where they came from and deal with the schools from their native country? Ooops, can't say that. I'm a xenophobe if I say that. Mr. Gutierrez did lose many of his supporters when he began talking about how we teachers need to stay after school late into the afternoon to provide extra help to Hispanic/Chicano/Latino/Mexican-American/Aztlan students who need it. What got heads shaking and chuckles murmuring was when he said that the teacher parking lots need to stop being empty by 3:15. I don't know what school he is talking about, but my parking lot is still pretty full at 4pm and beyond. I usually leave around 3:30 to 3:45 to go pick up my kids, and I am usually one of the first teachers to leave. Excuse my horrible Espanol, but Mr. Gutierrez can go chinga himself.

After Mr. Gutierrez was finished he sat down and it was time for a "State of the District" speech by our spineless, uninspiring superintendent. His presentation was a data-filled Power Point presentation. My favorite part is when he showed a visual representation of the racial/ethnic percentage breakdown of our student population (approximately 75% minority), and then juxtaposed that with a visual representation of the racial/ethnic percentage breakdown of our teacher population (about 75% white). There were knowing gasps of horror and indignation both from the superintendent and many of the teachers in the audience. My first thought was that it's not like these white teachers just tripped into a classroom and began teaching; the district had to hire them first! If we have "too many" white teachers, isn't the district to blame for this horrible travesty? Meanwhile, while the superintendent was speaking, the Hispanic/Chicano/Latino/Mexican-American/Aztlan activist was giving an extra Obama button he had on him to the Pacific Islander activist sitting next to him. The PI guy then pinned his Obama button to his shirt pocket. When I went to the parking lot where all these teachers' cars were, I found myself in a sea of Obama '08 bumper stickers. Teachers tend to be such a leftist lot.

After the verbal whipping in the gym, the teachers of my school then went to our library on campus to find out how to get out of the NCLB-mandated Program Improvement in which we now find ourselves. It seems our African-American students and Socioeconomically Disadvantaged students have not performed up to par on our state testing the last two years, so now we get flailed until we shape up. Never mind that we teachers have little to no control over the performance of these students. We can't follow them home and make sure they do their homework; we can't make them come to tutoring that we offer; we can't make them try their best on a state test for which they are not held accountable for the results; we can't threaten to hold the students back to repeat the same grade next year if they fail to perform.

The real tragedy is that all this anxiety is placed upon us because a couple of years ago, our principal basically unilaterally decided that our school would accept Title I money. She might as well have gotten a loan from the mafia for 5 above the vig. As the state education office presenter told us today, "When you take the feds' money, you have to play their game, and I'm here to teach you the rules." Yes, he actually said that. I don't disagree with the aims of No Child Left Behind, but I am very concerned with the incompetence in which it has been written and implemented.

You know how much Title I money our school gets every year? We are going into Program Improvement and can possibly all lose our jobs in couple years for a measly $60,000 in federal funding. That is the salary (not even with benefits) of one teacher on our campus.

Let the bloodletting begin!

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Those "racist" Republicans are at it again

And this time, I'm not talking about the presidential race! Right here in good ol' Sacramento, there is a tight race for mayor between the incumbent, leftist Democrat and Hillary Clinton supporter, Heather Fargo, and the challenger, Democrat and Obama supporter, Kevin Johnson. Johnson grew up in south Sacramento and had a successful career in the NBA with the Phoenix Suns. He returned to Sacramento to revitalize Oak Park, a run-down and crime-ridden district in the south part of the city. As part of that revitalization, Johnson used his non-profit organization, St. HOPE, to reopen the horribly failing Sacramento High School as a charter school.

The race between Fargo and Johnson has gotten rather nasty at times, and with both being Democrats - the suburbs of Sacto are rather conservative, the city itself is not - Republicans in the city don't have a dog in this hunt. However, they have to vote for someone, and according to a poll commissioned by the Sacramento Bee, Johnson is who Republicans favor. According to the poll, 62% of Sacramento's Republicans say they are voting for Kevin Johnson. But how can that be? Kevin Johnson is black! As the Barack Obama cult continues to try to spread the meme that a vote against Obama is a racist act, it is nice to see an example of how politics really work: most people vote according to policies of the candidate, not the race of the candidate. Although he is a Democrat and an Obama supporter, Kevin Johnson's politics are not nearly as loony left as those of Heather Fargo.

Of course, since only 23% of Sacramento Republicans support Heather Fargo for mayor, I guess you could make the argument that they are sexist instead!

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The Democrats are getting ballsy

The following is some of the candid crap uttered by Democrats just in the last couple days. Here are words from some of the Jokers that way too many of the American people want minding the store:

From Joe Biden:

"Mark my words. It will not be six months before the world tests Barack Obama like they did John Kennedy. The world is looking. We're about to elect a brilliant 47-year-old senator president of the United States of America," Biden was quoted telling a fundraiser in Seattle on Sunday. "Remember I said it standing here, if you don't remember anything else I said. Watch, we're gonna have an international crisis, a generated crisis, to test the mettle of this guy."

From Barack Obama (in response to Biden's idiotic statement):

"I think Joe sometimes engages in rhetorical flourishes … A period of transition in a new administration is always one where we have to be vigilant, we have to be careful … We have to be mindful that as we pass the baton in this democracy that others don’t take advantage of it — that’s true whether it’s myself or Senator McCain.”

From Representative Barney Frank (D-Taxachusetts):

I think at this point, there needs to be an immediate increase in spending, and I think this is a time when deficit fear has to take a second, uh, a second seat. I do think this is the time for a very important kind of dose of [unintelligible]. Yes, I think later on, there should be tax increases. Speaking personally, I think there are a lot of rich people out there who we can tax at a point down the road to recover some of this money.

From Senator Jeff Bingaman (D-New Mexico)

JIM VILLANUCCI, KOB radio host: Talk radio listeners are concerned about the Fairness Doctrine. Do you think there will be a push to reinstate the Fairness Doctrine?

Sen. JEFF BINGAMAN (D-N.M.): I don’t know, I certainly hope so. My own view is—

VILLANUCCI: You support it?

BINGAMAN: I do.

VILLANUCCI: You would want this radio station to have to change?

BINGAMAN: I would. I would want this station and all stations to have to present a balanced perspective and different points of view instead of hammering on one side of the political—

VILLANUCCI: In this market for instance you have KKOB. If you want liberal talk you have Air America in this market in this market. You’ve got NPR. If you have satellite radio there’s a lefty talk station and a righty talk station. Do you think there are people who aren’t able to find a viewpoint that is in sync with what they believe.

BINGAMAN: Well, I guess my thought is that radio and media generally should have a higher calling than just to reflect a particular point of view. I think they should use their authority and their broadcast power to present an informed discussion of public issues. KKOB used to live under the Fairness Doctrine—

VILLANUCCI: Yeah, we played music.

BINGAMAN: There was a lot of talk also, at least it seemed to me. And there were a lot of talk stations that seemed to do fine. The airwaves are owned by private companies at this point, there is a license to given to private companies to operate broadcast stations and that’s the way it should be. All I’m saying is for many, many years were operated under a Fairness Doctrine in this country. I think the country was well-served. I think the public discussion was at a higher level and more intelligent in those days that it has become since.

My favorite line in that interview was from Villanucci: "Yeah, we played music."

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Here's a good reason to vote against Obama

Just 1 percent of French want McCain to win vote: poll

...When asked which man they wanted to see elected, 78 percent of respondents in France backed Obama, compared with just one percent for McCain and five percent who said they wanted neither to win, the poll for television news channel France 24 found.

The rest were undecided.

In Germany, where Obama held his rally, five percent of people supported McCain while 72 percent backed Obama.

"The five largest European countries are unanimous in their desire to see Barack Obama elected whilst John McCain's rating is extremely low," the pollsters said in a note summarizing their survey of 6,276 adults in Spain, Italy, Britain, France and Germany, as well as the United States.

Talk show host Neal Boortz often speaks of a poll that showed most Europeans want the United States to be "weaker economically and militarily worldwide." I would say this goes hand in hand with the desire of most Europeans to see Barack Obama be our next President.

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If it's true, it's horrible

The big story this evening is that a 20 year-old volunteer for the McCain/Palin campaign was beaten and robbed by a 6' 4" black Obama supporter. He then carved a "B" into her cheek with a knife.

The only thing that keeps me from being fully outraged about this is the fact that the "B" is carved into her cheek backwards. Either the attacker is illiterate, or the victim did this herself in the mirror and didn't pay attention to what she was doing. Then again, did she punch herself too? Bottom line is that I will withhold final judgment until more about this incident can be verified.

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You cannot walk on the moon unless you have a slight Indian accent

My regards to Joe Biden. With China and India heating up the space race, do you feel a little left behind, or do you think the United States has done enough already?

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Mind the barbs ol' chap

More insanity from our friends across the pond. A man in Great Britain put barbed wire on top of the fence that surrounds his garden, because of repeated visits by thieves. The local government then ordered the man to remove the barbed wire. Reason: the thieves might hurt themselves on the barbed wire.

Wow!

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Left-wing election shenanigans

Michelle Malkin has been doing an outstanding job of detailing the dirty tricks and outright violence and crime that the lefties are willing to employ in order to get their guy elected.

Check out this rogue's gallery of present and past leftist troublemakers and criminals who have no problem with lashing out at those evil conservatives by any means necessary.

After looking at all that, if you can find me a comparable list of right-wing shenanigans, then I am all eyes and ears.

And in the latest development, now the lefties are going after Joe the Plumber.

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Stay classy, Congressman Murtha

Yesterday, Representative John Murtha (Dumbass-PA) took a break from slandering our U.S. Marines - whom he called cold-blooded killers - and instead insulted his own western Pennsylvania constituents:

Democratic Rep. John Murtha said Wednesday his home base of western Pennsylvania is racist and that could reduce Barack Obama's victory margin in the state by 4 percentage points.

The 17-term Democratic congressman told the Pittsburgh Post-Gazette in a story posted Wednesday on its Web site: "There is no question that western Pennsylvania is a racist area."

Chew on that last quote a second, and then behold Murtha's district map:

Let's say Murtha is right, and the voters of western Pennsylvania are as racist as he says they are. What does that say about John Murtha, seeing as how it was these "racist" voters who elected him? And if Murtha is wrong in his assessment of his constitutency (which I am sure he is), then all I can do is to wish you best of luck with your reelection campaign Congressman Murtha!

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What some students will do for extra credit

Since 2004, I have amassed a small collection of political paraphernalia on one section of my classroom wall. I have a Kerry/Edwards and Bush/Cheney '04 yard sign from the last election, along with a Join Arnold sign from the 2003 California governor's race. Add in some bumper stickers and buttons featuring Clinton/Gore '96, Ross Perot, and Harry Browne, and my collection is a pretty impressive one.

When this current election cycle began to get hot and heavy, I offered an extra credit assignment to my 8th graders: 30 extra credit points to anyone who could bring in either a McCain/Palin or Obama/Biden yard sign. I stressed that I would need one of each for balance, and I also stressed that they must get the sign legitimately, such as going to a party headquarters and buying one. I specifically said, "Do NOT pull one off of someone's lawn."

Not surprisingly, I had to go to the Republican HQ near my home and get a McCain/Palin sign myself, because none of my students even considered getting one of those; they are totally in the tank for Obama. Not long after, a student (we will call him Juan) brought in an Obama/Biden sign (many students had brought in signs with just Obama's name, but I wanted a sign with both candidate and running mate).

I gratefully accepted the Obama/Biden sign from Juan and hung up both signs on my classroom wall. Over the next few days, Juan kept badgering me to put his extra credit points in the gradebook, but some weird feeling kept stopping me from doing so; I don't know what it was.

Late last week, I got an email from my VP in which she asked me to come to her office, because she had a funny story to tell me about how I obtained my Obama/Biden sign. I went to her office, and discovered that my weird feeling about not giving Juan the extra credit was justified. It turns out that the same day that I reminded the class that I was still after an Obama/Biden sign, Juan proceeded to ride the bus home, got off the bus, and pulled up from a lawn the first Obama/Biden sign he spotted. Not only that, but he apparently damaged a sprinkler head on that lawn while pulling up the sign and stealing it. When the VP brought Juan to her office, he of course claimed he had no idea that what he had done was at all wrong.

But the story doesn't end there. Today, another student walked into my classroom at the end of the day and said, "Mr. Chanman, I'm here to get my mom's Obama/Biden sign. Juan pulled it off her lawn the other day." A minute later, the student walked out of my room with the sign, and there was McCain/Palin hanging up there all alone. So here I was, three weeks before the election, and I didn't have both signs anymore, and I didn't have time to hope that a student could come through with one in a hurry. There was only one thing to do. I didn't want to do it, but I saw little other choice. I went online and found the nearest Democratic Party HQ, which was located in downtown Sacramento on P Street. My school isn't too far from there, so I left work immediately, and drove into the belly of the beast. As I turned from 28th Street onto P, I saw it: one of those former bungalows that has been turned into a lawyer's office. Decorating this house were numerous Democrat Party and Obama signs, which left no doubt that this was my destination. This conservative's Conservative walked into that HQ and I instantly felt like Dorothy in the Land of Oz; I was definitely no longer in Kansas. There on a shelf were two reverently framed photos of Barack Obama and Joe Biden. On another shelf were framed photos of John Kennedy and Franklin Roosevelt. Covering almost every square inch of the walls were signs trumpeting candidates in national, state, and local races for various political offices. Milling about the place were assorted "eclectic" residents of downtown Sacramento who you couldn't imagine being anything else but members of the Democrat party. The most painful aspect of this whole affair was the $10 that I handed over to one of the HQ's lackeys so I could walk out with my sign. For a bunch of socialists, capitalism was alive and well in that place!

So now, that Obama/Biden sign is sitting in the back of my car, waiting to be stapled into the empty space on my wall that sits adjacent to my McCain/Palin sign. At least I can rest assured that neither sign was stolen from anyone. Next election, I will require my students to provide some sort of written proof from the HQ in which they received the yard sign. Lesson learned!

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He said it folks, not me!

The best time to get the truth from Barack Obama is to catch him in an unguarded moment, when he either thinks he is among like-minded people ("cling to guns" statement in San Francisco), or when he doesn't have time to put a good spin on what he has to say.

During a press-the-flesh event yesterday, Obama was asked by a plumber in the crowd, a very poignant question about raising taxes. I will print a transcript of what was said, and then you can view actual footage if you like:

Plumber (to Obama): “Your new tax plan is going to tax me more. Isn’t it?”

Obama: “It’s not that I want to punish your success, I just want to make sure that everybody that is behind you, that they have a chance for success too. I think that when you spread the wealth around, it’s good for everybody.”

Ah, Marx would be so proud. "It's not that I want to punish your success," but that's exactly what the Obamessiah plans on doing. He is an out and out socialist. And what does he mean by "everybody that is behind you"? This is a simple matter of Obama wanting to pick winners and losers; he knows what is best for you. Bow to Obama!

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Attack of the Obamabots

A couple weeks ago, I put a McCain/Palin sign on my lawn. Any regular reader of this blog knows what I think of that squid-spine McCain, but my wife is very excited about Sarah Palin, and my neighbor directly across the street has an Obama/Biden sign that I must look at every time I step out my front door, so I thought I would put out my sign more as a "vote against Obama" statement rather than saying to vote for McCain. My other across-the-street neighbors who live one door down from the Obama folks also got a McCain/Palin sign for their lawn at the same time we put one on ours.

Well, it took longer than I thought it would, but it happened nonetheless: I walked out this morning, and my sign was gone. The metal frame was still sticking halfway out of the lawn, but the sign itself was nowhere to be found. I looked across the street, and my pro-McCain neighbors were missing their sign as well, with the metal frame still sticking out of their lawn. A third McCain/Palin sign that was on the lawn of a house about three doors down was also torn down and missing. The five or so Obama/Biden signs that are scattered along my street were of course standing proudly and unmolested.

I am so not surprised that I and my fellow McCain/Palin sign owners were paid a visit by some of the Obamessiah's minions, and I couldn't help but chuckle when I realized that what I had been expecting had finally happened. At the same time however, I find the implications of these sign thefts to be rather chilling. Can you imagine the mind set of these fascistic fools that would motivate them to do what they did? What else are they willing to do in their support of their Messiah?

And to cut some of you off at the pass, don't even try with this "they right wingers do the same thing" garbage. I am quite sure there are isolated incidents of Obama signs being messed with or destroyed, but I defy anyone to assert that the number of incidents from both sides are even close to being equal.

UPDATE: 4:17pm - I just got back from a Republican HQ office with three new signs. I already replaced the one in my front yard, and I will walk down the street to see if the other two sign-holders want a new one.

When you leave the news to the "professionals"

Newsweek magazine has a new issue out. Sarah Palin is on the cover. Does Newsweek have a photo of her giving a speech? Meeting with world leaders maybe? How about shaking hands with the common folk? Nah. Instead, Newsweek shows Palin as they see her:

They think she is some ditzy hick who just likes to go huntin' and stuff, so that's what they show. Of course on the other hand, I think this is wonderful photo of Sarah Palin, and it endears me to her all the more, as I'm sure it does many voters in "Flyover Country."

The funny thing is watching the left-wing media try to wrap their minds around a woman like Sarah Palin. For a really good laugh, read what this L.A. Times blogger had to say about Palin and her "rifle."

Suffice it to say, she ended her piece with this flash of brilliance:

Hey, is that even the right way to hold a rifle? Can't you shoot your foot off like that?

First of all, genius, that isn't a rifle; it's a shotgun. Second of all, that is a very common way of carrying an unloaded shotgun, so that way you CAN'T shoot off your foot. It is called carrying it in the broken position. A gigantic number of commentors wrote in and told this blogger what an idiot she was. So not to fear! The same blogger wrote a follow-up post in which she castigated the commentors for calling her on her ignorance, trying to pass it all off as a big joke she was trying to make. That didn't fly, and many of the same commentors wrote back in. This was my favorite comment to this clueless blogger:

Oh, I see... You MEANT to look like an idiot. ...and the gun-clingers are hot-headed morons for pointing out the obvious. Ok.

How do you even have a job?

It's the leftist elitism like that of Newsweek and the L.A. Times that makes me so irritated about the prospects of Obama winning in the first place.

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The Cult of Obama takes a decidedly creepy turn

I have previously posted about the halos around Barack Obama's head that were included by adoring photographers, and let us not forget about the communist-chic campaign posters such as the one seen on the right. Oh, and then there is Big-Brutha Obama in one of his campaign offices. All of that is bad enough, but we are now taking a turn into the land of Absolutely Creepy. The following are two videos made by followers of Obama that truly disturb me; especially the first one. This first video is right out of the North Korea school of filmmaking that shows naive and manipulated children singing the praises of their Dear Leader, Barack Obama. This video was apparently posted at Obama's website, but when the Yuck-factor quickly became apparent, the video was taken down. In fact, it was even hard to find on YouTube. The one I found was posted by an Obama detractor who added in a bit of his own silent commentary to the otherwise original video. Check this out and try not to gag:



And then we have some older Obamabots who in a militaristic fashion, let us know how their lives would not be what they are without their Dear Leader, Barack Obama. I swear to God folks, in my 36 years, I have never seen anything like this in the United States like what I am seeing with this very unhealthy attachment to Barack Obama.



Because of Obama, you are all a bunch of brainwashed loons. Did this take place in a school? If so, public or private? Did it take place in some kind of youth or community center? If so, does it accept public money? And what is with this "Alpha Omega" crap? Didn't GOD say he is the Alpha and the Omega, the beginning and the end? Is Obama now a living God? This is scary stuff, folks.

I'm sorry to say, that as things look now, Barack Obama may well be our next president. Judging by the slavish following of this man by his supporters, it frightens me to think of the freedom-squashing legislation he could get bullied through with the full support of minions like what you see above.

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Great Britain is digging its own grave

Funny how world history works. A few thousand years ago, the Egyptian Empire conquered Kush, its neighbor to the south, and then ruled Kush until about 1100 B.C. After that, Egypt began to weaken, and by approximately 450 B.C., the tables had turned. Kush had grown in strength, and they proceeded to conquer Egypt.

A similar situation appears to be happening in the late, great country of Great Britain. The once proud British Empire counted numerous Muslim countries among its possessions. In these countries, the native culture continued to flourish, but British law prevailed. In Britain today, the ancient laws of the Angles and Saxons and Normans are now officially being joined with the Sharia law of Islam - a law that comes from the Quran and the words and deeds of Muhammad himself, and one in which violations include those of a religious nature, punishments for lesser crimes can be draconian, and where women are treated as second-class citizens.

Britain has dallied with Sharia courts before, but the decisions of the courts were not binding, and adherence to those decisions by the parties involved were purely voluntary. Now, Sharia law has been given the full backing of the British government, and the decisions will be enforced by British law.

My God, what have they done?

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Bill O'Reilly lives out one of my fantasies

Who has ever wanted to grab by the proverbial lapels one of these slimy, crooked, lying, obnoxious, hateful politicians in Congress and scream at him from the top of your lungs about what a no-good scoundrel he is.

Bill O'Reilly has lived that dream ladies and gentlemen. The object of his ire? None other than that useless waste of space, leftist-socialist Barney Frank of the Peoples' Republic of Massachusetts. Relish in the satisfactory experience:



There are times I also want to scream at Bill O'Reilly when he is being obtuse about something, but kudos to him for standing up to that POS Barney Frank.

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