Friday, June 25, 2004
Guess We're Still Not Over Him
I've got high blood pressure, bad dreams, accelerated heart beat, bouts of anger and depression. What's wrong with me?
Bill Clinton's Back
Just when I thought I was getting better, recovering from the side swipes of Bill and Hillary Clinton's long tail-like afterlife, he's back. Dammit. He's back.
I watched an interview with Monica Lewinsky where she calls him a creep and a liar. When I asked myself what's her point? I realized she finally gets it. Now maybe she should be nicer to Linda Trump, whom I think really was trying to help her.
When you think of it, she did help her. If it weren't for Linda, there'd be no stained blue dress.
Because I Could
The most shocking thing I've heard so far is Clinton's excuse for Monica. He said he did it because he could.
Further, he considers that an abuse of power.
What does he think the impeachment hearings were truly about? They were about the ultimate abuse of power and lying about it. Not sex.
Maintaining Optimism
The debilitating harping on the president has got me down. Sometimes it's hard to be a cheerleader.
Regardless of the truth, the lies continue without stopping or prompt rebuttal. The Dems are doing what they do best. I'm really, really tired of it. Don't you wish we could get the election over and done with tomorrow?
Thanks for the read.
Bill Clinton's Back
Just when I thought I was getting better, recovering from the side swipes of Bill and Hillary Clinton's long tail-like afterlife, he's back. Dammit. He's back.
I watched an interview with Monica Lewinsky where she calls him a creep and a liar. When I asked myself what's her point? I realized she finally gets it. Now maybe she should be nicer to Linda Trump, whom I think really was trying to help her.
When you think of it, she did help her. If it weren't for Linda, there'd be no stained blue dress.
Because I Could
The most shocking thing I've heard so far is Clinton's excuse for Monica. He said he did it because he could.
Further, he considers that an abuse of power.
What does he think the impeachment hearings were truly about? They were about the ultimate abuse of power and lying about it. Not sex.
Maintaining Optimism
The debilitating harping on the president has got me down. Sometimes it's hard to be a cheerleader.
Regardless of the truth, the lies continue without stopping or prompt rebuttal. The Dems are doing what they do best. I'm really, really tired of it. Don't you wish we could get the election over and done with tomorrow?
Thanks for the read.
Wednesday, June 16, 2004
The Eleventh Commandment
Oh, sure. He could have meant lots of different things. But the younger Ron Reagan broke the elder's golden rule when he brought up that some people wear their religion on their sleeves to justify war. This was intended to hit George Bush between the eyes. He broke his dad's rule and many Republican's hearts.
What'd We Ever Do To Him?
With due respect to the Reagans, they weren't exactly O. and H. Nelson. Actually, they were more like real Hollywood families. For some reason, Ron, in his expressionless, desperately vain way, chose to utilize a family and national tragedy to forward his latest anti-American movement.
Sorry. I loved Ronald Reagan, and I appreciate all the wonderful things he did. But Ron Reagan went too far.
RWR's Eleventh Commandment? "Don't ever say anything negative about a fellow Republican in public." I know; Ron isn't a Republican. Does that really matter? It was a funeral, after all.
Michael Moore for President
Sweet revenge, isn't it? Wouldn't you love to see this guy pound those galled thighs on a campaign stage? Don't count on it. This guy can put it out, but I don't see him taking it.
He made the statement last week that he would sue anyone who tried to distort his "work." Just another narcissist.
Propaganda Herr Goebels Would Love
The latest salvo in the culture war is Hollywood's summer releases of anti-Bush "documentaries." They range from ranting about world pollution to AIDS to Bush's Skull and Bones affiliation at Yale, as nauseum.
As with Moore's "Farenheit 911" (a little too close to Bradbury's Farenheit 451, for my taste), the distributors are busting their behinds to get G-13 ratings in hope there are enough children who can READ who will also attend those movies. Good luck.
Message to you poseur McCulloughs: You all need to get a few factual courses in history--American, European, Western and Modern. How 'bout reading a book before you speak? And make sure you get information from several sources and universities. Oh,I almost forgot... and don't say "no problem" after someone you have just served in a restaurant asks you for more rolls or say thanks. It's really annoying to grownups and will affect your tip. And filming all those lies takes money!
Morons.
And take your damned hats off when you enter a building.
My Vow to Be Nice
Well. Anyway. Time to get pissed off at these Iraqis. Enough bellyaching already. Seems only 2% of them consider the U.S. as liberators. Well. We don't need no barn to fall on us.
If they don't want us, we can move over to Saudi Arabia without too much trouble...and Kuwait, Qatr. Of course, we would encourage the Kurds to become independent, promise their security, thus giving the U.S. a strategic lock on Turkey and the new Kurd state.
Meanwhile, if we have to leave, little old Sistani and Sadr will have to figure it out, sans the Kurds, the U.S. and with a lot of impossible problems. Then after the fallout, hopefully with few civilian casualties, we can clean up the mess, and start again.
I'll stop being flip about this now. I realize these folks don't know from democracy, but they're not stupid. The literacy rate among Iraqis is something like 80%.
They're scared. But.
It's time for them to figure out local governments and peaceful election processes, with or without outside help. Many in our country gave their lives and their treasure for the independence of the United States. The risk was huge. The Iraqis are no worse or better than them. Relatively speaking. In fact, they have a huge advantage the American Revolutionists never had--security provided by a large foreign army.
Wait a minute. Oh yeah. I forgot. France helped us.
Well. You get my point.
Thanks for the read.
What'd We Ever Do To Him?
With due respect to the Reagans, they weren't exactly O. and H. Nelson. Actually, they were more like real Hollywood families. For some reason, Ron, in his expressionless, desperately vain way, chose to utilize a family and national tragedy to forward his latest anti-American movement.
Sorry. I loved Ronald Reagan, and I appreciate all the wonderful things he did. But Ron Reagan went too far.
RWR's Eleventh Commandment? "Don't ever say anything negative about a fellow Republican in public." I know; Ron isn't a Republican. Does that really matter? It was a funeral, after all.
Michael Moore for President
Sweet revenge, isn't it? Wouldn't you love to see this guy pound those galled thighs on a campaign stage? Don't count on it. This guy can put it out, but I don't see him taking it.
He made the statement last week that he would sue anyone who tried to distort his "work." Just another narcissist.
Propaganda Herr Goebels Would Love
The latest salvo in the culture war is Hollywood's summer releases of anti-Bush "documentaries." They range from ranting about world pollution to AIDS to Bush's Skull and Bones affiliation at Yale, as nauseum.
As with Moore's "Farenheit 911" (a little too close to Bradbury's Farenheit 451, for my taste), the distributors are busting their behinds to get G-13 ratings in hope there are enough children who can READ who will also attend those movies. Good luck.
Message to you poseur McCulloughs: You all need to get a few factual courses in history--American, European, Western and Modern. How 'bout reading a book before you speak? And make sure you get information from several sources and universities. Oh,I almost forgot... and don't say "no problem" after someone you have just served in a restaurant asks you for more rolls or say thanks. It's really annoying to grownups and will affect your tip. And filming all those lies takes money!
Morons.
And take your damned hats off when you enter a building.
My Vow to Be Nice
Well. Anyway. Time to get pissed off at these Iraqis. Enough bellyaching already. Seems only 2% of them consider the U.S. as liberators. Well. We don't need no barn to fall on us.
If they don't want us, we can move over to Saudi Arabia without too much trouble...and Kuwait, Qatr. Of course, we would encourage the Kurds to become independent, promise their security, thus giving the U.S. a strategic lock on Turkey and the new Kurd state.
Meanwhile, if we have to leave, little old Sistani and Sadr will have to figure it out, sans the Kurds, the U.S. and with a lot of impossible problems. Then after the fallout, hopefully with few civilian casualties, we can clean up the mess, and start again.
I'll stop being flip about this now. I realize these folks don't know from democracy, but they're not stupid. The literacy rate among Iraqis is something like 80%.
They're scared. But.
It's time for them to figure out local governments and peaceful election processes, with or without outside help. Many in our country gave their lives and their treasure for the independence of the United States. The risk was huge. The Iraqis are no worse or better than them. Relatively speaking. In fact, they have a huge advantage the American Revolutionists never had--security provided by a large foreign army.
Wait a minute. Oh yeah. I forgot. France helped us.
Well. You get my point.
Thanks for the read.
Tuesday, June 08, 2004
Our Nation Mourns More than the Loss of a Great President
The passing of our beloved Ronald Wilson Reagan has brought the pain of concurrent losses to the surface.
Optimism versus Pessimism
On the weekend of the 60th anniversary of the massive Normandy landing, which illustrated the selfless wisdom and far reaching goodness and strength of America, we saw with clear eyes what we once had.
We heard the generals, the old men, the movie stars and provincial Frenchmen speak of the men who died rescuing Europe. They told the heroic stories of men dropping from the sky to help liberate France. They talk of men and women doing their "duty" as if it were expected (it was) and mandatory (if you were a real citizen, you didn't feel the mandatory part--you only felt the duty part).
We were awed at fantastic film of beach landings, armadas of ships and planes, and paratroopers whose silk chutes bounced around and behind enemy lines, into trees, rivers and flooded fields.
Reminded again of the greatest generation's sacrifice and willingness to fight, I marvel at the kind of bravery it took to run up a beach toward a pillbox full of Nazi guns. I don't know if I could overcome my natural fear to do such good.
America was full of remarkable people led by remarkable leaders.
Saying Goodbye to US
Then came the word that Ronald Reagan had quietly passed away, his family at his side. Peacefully and finally, he was gone. Greatness, as they say, comes rarely in one's lifetime. I feel I have been blessed by that greatness, as have all Americans who understood his optimistic view of who we are.
Yet, some of us feel we're right back where we were in the late 70s, but this time, the problems are cultural, not economic.
Many of us resent having to saying goodbye to President Reagan's accurate view of ourselves--to decency, excellence and common sense--the demonstrable habits of a grand and just civilization. But, we're worn down by outrageous behaviors from fellow citizens who figure it's their right to be obnoxious (which it is). But we're tired of it. We've become tired of taking little crosses off historic city signs, tired of giving up our own cultural being to accommodate a bunch of malcontents, tired of being told we must not only give everything we make to the government, but like it as well, tired of hearing that our current president is a dunce (they once called RWR an amiable dunce) and just plain tired of the struggle to retain who we are. It seems they're bigger than we are.
Moreover, many of us recoil at the selfishness of those who refuse to acknowledge good in their enemies during a time of national tragedy. I read one letter to the editor which blamed Mr. Reagan for AIDS. His tag line was "Ronald Reagan is dead. Good." That shows stunning mean spiritedness that even Senator Kerry hasn't displayed. And he really hated Reagan.
It hurts and offends me that major newspapers like the Times on both coasts can't pull themselves away from their selfish agenda long enough to give credit where credit is due. The L.A. Times chose to write a pathetic, ain't-he-lucky? kind of obit/editorial; the N.Y. Times grudgingly surrendered a niggardly column along the right margin to display their indifference to Ronald Reagan. (Ronald Reagan's dead; good.)
Reagan Knew
Some things never change. Liberal newspapers hated Ronald Reagan then, and they hate him now: another instance of elitist BS. They count on debilitating and depressing the body politic with endless negativity. They utilize a story placement psychology designed to confuse and distort the truth, to demonize and destroy confidence. They are, as Reagan knew, our true enemy.
These graduates of the sixties and seventies J-Schools are the products of socialist and progressive campus politics. They increasingly became more important as they received enormous compensation and golden handcuffs such that they wouldn't dream of rocking the media boat. When they laugh at us, they do so in the closed rooms you and I shall never enter.
Despite Mr. Reagan's overcoming 23% interest rates and an 17% inflation rate when he took office, they can't bring themselves to admit their failures to the country, and choose instead to remain mired in their radical-chic daydreams of yesterday. In other words, they refuse to grow up.
They call us prudes when we question why our elementary children struggle with sexualization at school, which doubtless is brought about by hyper-sexualized lyrics and gangsta rap "music" and media. We turn our heads when a TV report warns parents of fifth graders that sex bracelets, now color-coded to match the type of sex act the wearer will perform, are all the rage. Black means oral sex, red means something else. Most of us are really sick and tired of attempting to watch a sporting event without the constant "sex sells" mentality, and have become even less tolerant these days.
Additionally, we're really, really tired of teacher's unions who refuse to acknowledge their part in the dumbing down of our kids...choosing to continue their old policies, ignore No Child Left Behind and persist in faulty teaching methods despite the fact we spent trillions on education. My proof? Look at our kids...they're dumb as a box of rocks. No wonder teachers don't want testing. It shows they're failing our kids.
The Best Funeral I've Ever Gone To
America's week of mourning brings an opportunity to review what America really stands for.
No Abu Graib pictures, no tapes of a nerdy Michigan kid receiving the Palm d'Or (big deal) for assassinating the character of people the rest of us love, no wardrobe malfunctions, no husbands getting away with murdering their wives like O.J. Simpson, et al., no slaps at our people in Iraq who are risking their lives to save that miserable piece of sand, no smart ass remarks from a nitwit like Bono telling us how to run a government, even Barbra Streisand will be blessedly silent for a few days. Thank God.
As I participate emotionally, if not physically, in the funeral of President Reagan, I want to recapture his view of Americans. My parents, grandparents and great-grandparents knew who we are, or should be. If Normandy and the collapse of the Soviet Union are indications, we really can do anything.
While I mourn the loss of our dear President Reagan, I'm compelled to recall his exhortation to all of us, i.e., "We are Americans, after all."
Yes, we are.
Thanks for the read.
Optimism versus Pessimism
On the weekend of the 60th anniversary of the massive Normandy landing, which illustrated the selfless wisdom and far reaching goodness and strength of America, we saw with clear eyes what we once had.
We heard the generals, the old men, the movie stars and provincial Frenchmen speak of the men who died rescuing Europe. They told the heroic stories of men dropping from the sky to help liberate France. They talk of men and women doing their "duty" as if it were expected (it was) and mandatory (if you were a real citizen, you didn't feel the mandatory part--you only felt the duty part).
We were awed at fantastic film of beach landings, armadas of ships and planes, and paratroopers whose silk chutes bounced around and behind enemy lines, into trees, rivers and flooded fields.
Reminded again of the greatest generation's sacrifice and willingness to fight, I marvel at the kind of bravery it took to run up a beach toward a pillbox full of Nazi guns. I don't know if I could overcome my natural fear to do such good.
America was full of remarkable people led by remarkable leaders.
Saying Goodbye to US
Then came the word that Ronald Reagan had quietly passed away, his family at his side. Peacefully and finally, he was gone. Greatness, as they say, comes rarely in one's lifetime. I feel I have been blessed by that greatness, as have all Americans who understood his optimistic view of who we are.
Yet, some of us feel we're right back where we were in the late 70s, but this time, the problems are cultural, not economic.
Many of us resent having to saying goodbye to President Reagan's accurate view of ourselves--to decency, excellence and common sense--the demonstrable habits of a grand and just civilization. But, we're worn down by outrageous behaviors from fellow citizens who figure it's their right to be obnoxious (which it is). But we're tired of it. We've become tired of taking little crosses off historic city signs, tired of giving up our own cultural being to accommodate a bunch of malcontents, tired of being told we must not only give everything we make to the government, but like it as well, tired of hearing that our current president is a dunce (they once called RWR an amiable dunce) and just plain tired of the struggle to retain who we are. It seems they're bigger than we are.
Moreover, many of us recoil at the selfishness of those who refuse to acknowledge good in their enemies during a time of national tragedy. I read one letter to the editor which blamed Mr. Reagan for AIDS. His tag line was "Ronald Reagan is dead. Good." That shows stunning mean spiritedness that even Senator Kerry hasn't displayed. And he really hated Reagan.
It hurts and offends me that major newspapers like the Times on both coasts can't pull themselves away from their selfish agenda long enough to give credit where credit is due. The L.A. Times chose to write a pathetic, ain't-he-lucky? kind of obit/editorial; the N.Y. Times grudgingly surrendered a niggardly column along the right margin to display their indifference to Ronald Reagan. (Ronald Reagan's dead; good.)
Reagan Knew
Some things never change. Liberal newspapers hated Ronald Reagan then, and they hate him now: another instance of elitist BS. They count on debilitating and depressing the body politic with endless negativity. They utilize a story placement psychology designed to confuse and distort the truth, to demonize and destroy confidence. They are, as Reagan knew, our true enemy.
These graduates of the sixties and seventies J-Schools are the products of socialist and progressive campus politics. They increasingly became more important as they received enormous compensation and golden handcuffs such that they wouldn't dream of rocking the media boat. When they laugh at us, they do so in the closed rooms you and I shall never enter.
Despite Mr. Reagan's overcoming 23% interest rates and an 17% inflation rate when he took office, they can't bring themselves to admit their failures to the country, and choose instead to remain mired in their radical-chic daydreams of yesterday. In other words, they refuse to grow up.
They call us prudes when we question why our elementary children struggle with sexualization at school, which doubtless is brought about by hyper-sexualized lyrics and gangsta rap "music" and media. We turn our heads when a TV report warns parents of fifth graders that sex bracelets, now color-coded to match the type of sex act the wearer will perform, are all the rage. Black means oral sex, red means something else. Most of us are really sick and tired of attempting to watch a sporting event without the constant "sex sells" mentality, and have become even less tolerant these days.
Additionally, we're really, really tired of teacher's unions who refuse to acknowledge their part in the dumbing down of our kids...choosing to continue their old policies, ignore No Child Left Behind and persist in faulty teaching methods despite the fact we spent trillions on education. My proof? Look at our kids...they're dumb as a box of rocks. No wonder teachers don't want testing. It shows they're failing our kids.
The Best Funeral I've Ever Gone To
America's week of mourning brings an opportunity to review what America really stands for.
No Abu Graib pictures, no tapes of a nerdy Michigan kid receiving the Palm d'Or (big deal) for assassinating the character of people the rest of us love, no wardrobe malfunctions, no husbands getting away with murdering their wives like O.J. Simpson, et al., no slaps at our people in Iraq who are risking their lives to save that miserable piece of sand, no smart ass remarks from a nitwit like Bono telling us how to run a government, even Barbra Streisand will be blessedly silent for a few days. Thank God.
As I participate emotionally, if not physically, in the funeral of President Reagan, I want to recapture his view of Americans. My parents, grandparents and great-grandparents knew who we are, or should be. If Normandy and the collapse of the Soviet Union are indications, we really can do anything.
While I mourn the loss of our dear President Reagan, I'm compelled to recall his exhortation to all of us, i.e., "We are Americans, after all."
Yes, we are.
Thanks for the read.
