What’s Next From the Left?

Mr. President, I want to begin today’s entry by sincerely thanking you for that speech you gave this morning. It said volumes about what I’ve been feeling inside for several years.

I feel that somehow you need a ‘form’ of vindication. I say “form” as I know we are both Christians, and true retribution belongs to God alone. But I do think that in challenging times, when one has been so set upon by wolves, it is nice to see that a “dogged” individual can come around to his own day in the sun.

What has happened to you reminds me so of what the left did to Nixon…fair or unfair, I find it somehow a source of pride that it is beneath we Republicans to “hit below the belt” the way our counterparts on the left seem to enjoy (look at how they treat one another – and they haven’t even started on McCain yet).

At any rate, as a side note to my column, I just wanted you to know that I’ve always been proud of your works, and I am still, solidly, on your side!

Now, on to Demonrat bashing!

Guess what is lurking under the headlines of possible marriages made in hell and other campaign trail gobbledy-gook?

Apparently those “green” light bulbs that Congress has effectively “forced” down our throats (can anyone find an incandescent bulb anymore?)…well, low and behold, the bulbs contain Mercury – which means they will have to go through pains in disposing of them, which means an even larger Federal government agency to police them, which means…the Demonrats in Congress just created a bunch of jobs for which the taxpayers will have to foot the bill.

Well, well, well.

I know they don’t teach basic math skills anymore in the public schools, but it does not take a real rocket scientist to figure out that once people are all on the government payroll (like some socialists want – remember, Truman was one President who nationalized an entire industry – I think it was rail, or steel (or perhaps, both)) – at any rate, you get the picture.

They are like flies over a sugar bowl, these Demonrats, and they want your very soul in their camp and on their payroll (then they call ALL the shots).

If you think for a minute that they are not this devious, you’d better think again.

Remember, these are the Clintons we are talking about. While Hillary shows her softer side, we have Obama demonstrating unabashedly to the entire world that he follows the dictates of a man who preaches the utter downfall and destruction of America.

For God sakes. When that Duke fellow was in Congress, people were raising absolute hell that someone who preached white supremacy could possibly rise to that level of our government…and yet no one even sneezes at Obama and his camp? He IS a “YOU”-knighted States Senator, you know (we the people…).

We know for certain that nothing was beneath the Clintons when they were in power, and now this is what the Demonrats have to offer us?

Holy Cow.

I just had a light bulb “go off” in my head…and I think it is full of Demonratic Mercury!

God help us all.

What you see below I got while searching for an “appropriate” photo of our President (they are hard to find) – the one below caught my eye and I found it humorous as it presents him in his polar opposite…I have to wonder what it is, really, the French were thinking in this one, but I did not take time to translate their web pages…still, on the surface, I find it funny for some perverse reason…hope you enjoy it too!

Bush as a hippie – just found this funny, coming from a bunch of long-haired socialists over-seas.

The softer side

Everything, I suppose, has its vulnerability.

The shark, it is said, may be repelled by soap powder (pilots used it)*, a sock in the nose or a ram to the gills that “might” serve to paralyze them.

We are all familiar with the elephant running from the mouse (ahem), and I understand Rhino’s do not much care for fire. I know for certain black bears tend to move away from unfamiliar noise, like a trash can lid used as a gong; I saw a ranger do this once.

And now here we have Ms. Hillary, and so many sharks on the left calling her to step aside. The Obama camp seems to be perturbed by turbans, and Howard Dean…well, he’s just perpetually perturbed.

I don’t really know what to make of these democrats just yet. Hillary is making the late night circuit showing her “softer” side so reminiscent of Slick Willie when he was going on all of them blowing his own horn.

Too bad he didn’t stick to music.

And now Howard Dean (you remember Mr. Screamer, don’t you?), well, now he’s screaming at McCain’s war record.

Three times on this day I’ve thought of how little the demonrats have changed since the 1960’s. They are still stuck in the same mudpit, spinning their wheels.

I thought of the debate I recently watched between WF Buckley and Gore Vidal in which Vidal questions Buckley’s war record (they are still questioning war records today – remember Bush?).

I’m beginning to think that loudmouths are never going to be happy, and will continually complain even about things that are completely in their panicked imaginations.

I reference the most recent reports that seem to repudiate Global Warming (1, 2, 3, 4, 5), not to mention that this is yet another example of the left spinning around in a mud puddle (read this one from the 70’s, 1, or any of these pages for more – 2, 3, 4).

You know, I’m beginning to wish I had something like those boxes of detergent the fighter pilots used to zip up in their calve-pockets on their flight suits. I think we all need some protection from the demonrats.

Kinda like that old pachyderm needs some protection from those pesky, pip-squeak mice.

If you were not convinced before that our populace is largely under-educated, you can certainly believe it now…Hillary’s gonna give us (and the world) universal health care, and Obama (I guess through his Syrian connection) is going to give us peace at the hands of the Taliban.

Man, I can not decide which is worse – global climate change, or all this chump change the demonrats are shoveling down our pipes.

You might as well start emptying your pockets now, just to save yourself some agony later.

*Legend has it that fighter pilots carried the small boxes from the laundry zipped in their calve pockets in case they had to go in the drink.

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