As an American, who has always loved his country (so much so, that like a Father or Mother with their children, sometimes being critical of it…we expect so much from our children, and to me, my country is something that as citizens, we are all sort of parental to) – I’ve always tried to see my country through the spectacles of our forefathers (specifically Ben Franklin).
I’ve always tried to say, “what would they think”, “what would they do?”.
Now I know that is not popular today, ’cause as everybody knows, they were a bunch of gender-biased bigots.
Old dead white guys.
Well, this white guy is very much alive, and still loves the country they forged (and we have helped sustain).
I have to ask what they would think, as post-renaissance, renaissance men, of a new Nation that would sell out its own allies.
There can be no question in my mind that they would view what is taking place at this very moment (Egypt, Russia) as the most vile form of treachery.
Obama appears as that horrific “l’enfant terrible” that the French so aptly defined.
Like little Lord Faunterloy, he seems to me to be practicing a sort of “slash and burn” mentality…he senses that he is on his way out, so is inflicting as much damage as possible before his exit.
I pray to God in heaven that our allies will forgive us, and will realize that a new power base and leadership and mindset is on the rise in our country.
I would not blame them if they never trust us again…putting myself in their shoes (England, Egypt) – I know that I would never trust us again…but I come from the mountains and we learn to respect rattle snakes, cotton mouths and other vipers…once bitten, twice shy is our phrase.
But I would caution the world that things can “turn on a dime” in America.
We can pay off our debt to China, and we will.
We can rise to prominence again, and we will.
We also can make pledges, and we can live by those pledges (and we will).
A good one to start with is “never again”.
Never again will we allow a cretin to rise to power and inflict the kind of damage that this childish, impudent, boor of a man has inflicted not only on his own Nation, but on the world-at-large.
Harken back to the time that Obama was running for President…conjure up from the depths of your mind the angry speech that was hurled at a congregation by his minister (the right (ahem) Reverend Wright).
I believe I remember his exact words were “God DAMNED America”.
Well, I can assure you that it is NOT the God of Israel, or that same God of Christ who is having this damning effect on our Nation.
In fact, it is not a god at all.
It is a bunch of hate-filled men and women.
Hate filled, and dedicated to the prospect of tearing our Nation assunder.
This is not mere treachery; it is treason.
The collusion that Obama is taking with not only this “brotherhood” that is supposedly rising to power in Egypt (could not tell by all the fighting and killing that they are taking “by the will of the people”, now can you?)…but also with the Soviets…it is beyond apalling.
It is time for his own party to do something about him, and while they are at it, re-examine the Reids and Pelosis of the party as well (I know for damned sure that this Republican is taking a much, much more critical look at McCain).
This is beyond insanity, and beyond treason, and it is time democracy does something to right this listing ship.
The new Republican leadership needs to take a forecful, and vocal stand on the unfolding world events.
They need to be even more critical of Obama, and someone needs to reign the SOB in…quickly.
If his party can not do it, the courts (or someone) need to.
He is a rogue, and he causing damage beyond belief.
He simply needs to be stopped before it is too late (if if is not already too late).
So, the new immigrants are the same as the old?
Let’s think about the first immigrants.
Well, now there is one that is highly contested, isn’t it?
My first thought is (was), that they were puritanical Pilgrims; but wait, what about that Leif Ericson cat?
But, I digress (you gotta admit, though, he was COOL – literally; he had chilly grey matter – “ees cooold in dat North Sea”).
The FIRST immigrants to the “New” World (can you say “Order in the court?”…hmmmm? Can you?).
Let’s see, I seem to remember somewheres in my vast repository of useful information some will call a waning noggin a certain LAND BRIDGE – let’s see – what was it called? hmmmm THE BERING STRAIGHT ????
Immigration in this great nation of ours started when the ASIAN crossed over from Russia, through the periphery of the Arctic circle and then down and around and into North America (one could argue that they were Ca-nooks, but, let’s not; sorry, Leif).
At any rate, immigration is truly a very old concept to this ragged Continent of our’n.
Now, I ask a simple question.
Did Leif Ericson have universal health care?
What about those first Asians? Did they have an emergency ward when they got an icey fishook gorged through their nostrils in some horrid mis-adventure?
Well, the answer is obvious, isn’t it.
All immigrants are not alike.
Take the Irish, for example.
They were escaping a potato famine, and they were damned glad to get to this “land of opportunity” (seems it has now become a land of entitlement opportunity).
Did Paddy and O’leary and Shamus have a wet-nurse-maid awaiting them on the shores of “opportunity”.
Let’s forget about immigrants (just for a moment) and think about those brave young men and women in buckskins who braved the elements, left “BAH-STAN” and headed into the wilderness “to see what they could see”.
What about them?
Did they have a Humana or Mercy General out there in the rough and tumble of the Great Smoky Mountains, or the Wild West that lay beyond.
The answer, is of course, “HELL NO”.
There was no one there to wipe their snotty noses. No one to hand out free aspirin and toiletries.
In short, they had to make it. They had to rely on the natural resources. They had to rely on their “gumption”.
Now, I truly do know, full-well, that there are immigrants who approach this caliber of mindset today.
Even they are not faced with the “hardships” of those “ancients” who came before us (when, exactly when were the “mud-hut” builders of the earliest settlers in Tennessee? Ten or twelve THOUSAND years ago…I use Tennessee as example as it is buried about as far away from the Bering Land Bridge as one can get (on this Continent anyhow) to demonstrate that the West truly is much, much older than our Constitution.
So, what of it, you may say.
Well, here is “what of it”…when one sticks to basic precepts, things work pretty well. When one drifts, far afield, concepts and philosophy’s and even religions begin to unravel.
As they say where I come from “it is time to get down to brass tacks”.
There is no divine right to “a car in every garage and a chicken in every pot”; this is NOT a concept our forefathers envisioned in our Constitution.
Utopia, frankly, is a big, fat lie (as is Haight-Ashbury and every damned thing the Beatles ever thought to sing but forgot because they were too flippin’ stoned).
There is no yellow brick road, Dotty. No pot at the end of the rainbow.
What there is, though, is…
Freedom to make choices. Freedom to live without having someone breathing down your neck all the time.
Freedom to eke out (and I do mean EKE)…to eke out a living.
THIS is what “built” our country.
I believe that in the coming days, weeks, months and years, our great nation will “get back to the egg”…we will remember the people who built this nation.
But we will also remember the people who have tried to tear it down.
We won’t forget (and I pray, and I mean deep, deep prayer) that we NEVER let this mess happen again!
When I was in College in my Senior year, I had one political science requirement to fulfill before graduating.
Back then, we all waited in tremendous lines with these “cheat” books that contained codes for the myriad of classes offered at the University at that time.
It’s a whole “nuther” story, as the saying goes, but I wish I had one of those books today to visit what courses were offered at the time: it seems I remember so many in the code book that there had to be some covering the sex life of some nefarious creature like a snipe or something – it always felt as if we were on a snipe hunt, trying to
find a class to take.
So here I am, code book in hand, with all the potential courses circled that would meet my requirement.
We’d normally have to stand in line several times to complete our roster of classes for the quarter. What would really tick you off is to find that a professor had dropped a class on the first day of classes – then it would be “back to the end of the line yet again”.
Frustrations were high, needless to say.
I get to the computer and find an opening in one titled “Contemporary Issues in American Public Policy”.
Now, to date myself, these are the 1980’s, mind you.
“Fine Young Cannibals”, “Modern English”, and “Dexys Midnight Runners” were the new sounds on the radio-diddio, and we were just behind the curve on the e-generation that was about to “hatch”.
But the paper-driven, computer guru-gods and god-ettes would smile on me this day (so I thought) – I seem to have hit the jack-pot with this class (well, more like “hit the
So I get to the class the first day and find out that this is one EVERYONE (whoever EVERYONE is) wants this class. The good Professor and his lectures are highly coveted.
Turns out, the entire quarter would be devoted to the history of the Viet Nam war.
Now, again, let me re-iterate.
The title of the course was Contemorary Issues in American Public Policy and it was the 1980’s.
Again, for the benefit of those of my readers edumacated in the public
school systems, the Viet Nam war ended in the 70’s.
I graduated (college) in 1987.
The war seemed a distant memory at this point (some twelve years or more was
already behind us – I had moved on).
Contemporary for me was the issue of the nuns killed by Sandinistas in
Central America, the dismantling of the Iron Curtain and Perestroika, or a new
concept in warfare known as a missile shield, popularly called “Reagan’s Star
But it was a public school, and a university, so I suppose that contemporary
for them is always twenty years behind.
At any rate, I did get to meet a lot of people who were actively involved in
From street protesters to soldiers, I heard many perspectives.
One that stood out among all was a spook.
Now, due to the time that has passed, I have forgotten spook’s name, so for
the purpose of this article, let’s just call him “Juke” (as in “Juke the
Now again, for those of you from public schools, a spook is a term used most
often to describe spies, assassins (snipers) and special forces. To some, they
are known as “snake eaters”; the WW II generation probably called them
They are a special class, by any soldier’s standards.
In later life, I met another one who served in Viet Nam as well. He told me
that his commanding officer basically told him to essentially go AWOL, live in
the jungle, and kill as many of the enemy as possible. Check back from time to
time with a body count.
They were hard core, needless to say.
He was a sniper, and he killed enemy officers, and South Vietnamese who
collaborated with the Viet Kong.
(WARNING: graphic content
Juke related to us his first kill.
He begins by telling us of a young girl, probably a teenager, who was
repeatedly raped by our predecessors in the war in Indochina, the French.
She was passed around like a rag-doll and I suppose many of the soldiers had
a turn with her.
Needless to say, this affected her psyche in abnormal and extreme fashion
that would prove of great use to our enemy, down the line.
Now, growing up, I had heard all about enemy torture. Brainwashing (PSYOPS)
was a huge topic for a young boy growing up during that war, and we all had a
certain fear of returning soldiers (what had the enemy done to them?).
We all heard the storys of bamboo shoots being shoved up their toe-and
finger- nail beds, of burning flesh, and the monotonous drip, drip, dripping of
water torture (a single drop, between the eyes, perpetual, for
But what Juke related was even worse.
Now it is torture, in itself, to repeatedly rape someone. It would seem
iteration is often a central theme in the use of torture.
But it turned her into a monster.
Juke said that soldiers guarding the perimeter of a certain jungle camp would be taken prisoner in the dead of night.
Somewhere in the jungle, near the base camp, the torture would begin.
This raped, rag-doll marionette for the Cong would have the prisoner hog-tied to a table. Her torture would then begin.
She would take a razor blade and begin at their toes, splitting the skin and peeling it back.
Little by little, she would peel the skin back all the way up their legs,their torso, all the way to their necks.
Of course, they would scream in agony, which was the PSYOPS portion of the operation; the screaming would be heard by the soldiers in the base camp.
I don’t know how many victims she claimed, but Juke was given the task of assassinating her.
He claimed he had no problem with this job. I imagined that I would not either.
I don’t know anyone who would. Much agony, both in her mind and spirit, and for the poor prisoners that were her victims, would be put to an end with her death.
Now, I don’t know about you, but to sit and watch your body stripped of its skin, and to die in agony (probably of infection) the whole while watching nothing but meat and muscle writhe below – I don’t know, but to me, water-boarding seems a pic-nic in comparison.
This is real torture.
It is confirmed by those in the Hanoi Hilton (John McCain included) that arms would be tied at the wrists behind backs, and bamboo poles placed in the crook of the elbows would be used to lift the soldier, then drop him within inches of the floor before jerking back on the rig – thus pulling the victim’s shoulders from their sockets.
I’ve had a dislocated shoulder. I can tell you that this is “passing out”pain.
Even this, pales to having one’s skin removed.
Pain at least tells you that you are still alive.
Seeing that all your skin is gone and that you look like one of those”Grey’s Anatomy” anatomical man figurine models we put together as kids in the60’s – you know for certain that not only are these your last and final days, but that those final hours and hours and hours would be spent in the most horrific agony.
So yes, my personal opinion is, this sets the low mark for what DEFINES torture.
It (torture) takes many forms, but this is one of the most cruel stories that I have ever heard.
Well, the terrorist held at Gitmo are in a resort by comparison. Their “torture” does not even come close to this kind of agony.
To be dunked in water, forced to believe that you will be drowned (and yet never drowned) – you’d think a torture “victim” would learn…I suppose there is the possiblity that the “torturers” might not revive you after getting a lung-dose of water, but after having been “drowned” so many times and revived, it seems reasonable to assume the torture isn’t killing you.
In fact, it could be equated to standing in lines at the university to signup for classes that have been mis-represented as contemporary when in fact the subject matter is 20-years old; it is just like a Democrat who mis-represents anything remotely resembling the truth.
For example, “I have no interest in socialism” comes the cry from our current “powers that be” – and yet all around all we see of their policy is pure and simple, unadulterated and perfect, socialism.
It brings into question, actually, whether anything in the class could bebelieved.
For example, after relating the story of the “victim” who was raped by the French and then as a result becoming a flesh-eating psychopath, “Juke” goes onto tell us that his last “kill order” was for a village fisherman who he personally knew was no collaborator with the Viet Kong.
Now, there are a lot of red flags and question marks that crop up in hisstories.
He said he layed down his sniper rifle and refused to kill the fisherman.
It is almost poetry, isn’t it?
The war begins noble.
He’s killing insane people who are hurting others.
Then, as a matter of conscious, he refuses a direct order to kill what he says he believes is an innocent.
En masse, the war begins as a noble effort.
To hear a hippie paint it, in the end, we (America) was “in the wrong” -killing innocent fishermen (let’s see now – wasn’t it Christ who was also a fisherman).
Like I said, the story is poetry, and it sounds propagandist.
But here is what we do know.
John McCain and his fellow prisoners were most assuredly tortured at the Hanoi Hilton.
What they endured was definitely worse than what the terrorists at Gitmo have endured.
For me, that should be the end of the story.
But apparently, in all his glory and wisdom, it does not end there for B.O.
He’s gonna have to “bring out the pictures” of torture in Gitmo.
Well, personally, I can’t get the picture of the skinless fellow on a table in the jungle out of my head – or the teenaged rape victim.
Sheesh…that seems like something we used to do to Puney Maroni up in the creek on Saturday afternoons to get him to tell us where he hid the candy.
I wonder what kind of “spin” B.O. and his propagandists will put on this one once all of these photos he’s so fond of get released?
I don’t know about you, but I’m beginning to feel tortured by B.O. and his minion of morons.
How ’bout you?
There is a line from an episode of the 60’s sensational hit TV program “Batman” starring Adam West, that zany and sardonic look at everything kinda alternative, weird and quasi-perverse in the comic-book “kingdom” that I love to repeat.
To each his own, said the woman as she kissed her cow.
Batman probably said it to Robin as the Joker stroked his green beard, or as Burgess Meridith quacked his pointy nose.
The fact is, I’ve always tried to live my life as I feel I must, and leave others to live theirs as they choose.
I once calculated that as long as it did not infringe on my life and liberty, why should I concern myself with the way others live.
At essence, I suppose, I still believe this; but it is getting harder and harder to practice.
It would seem that in this day and age that when the lady kisses her cow, old lady spit mixed with cow-tongue slime somehow catches in the wind and is “blowing” its slobbering ways all over the place.
It’s getting on everybody, and frankly, I’m tired of it.
Oh, I know, the cow-kissing crowd is probably screaming right now “get used to it, you old poo-poo”.
But what if I don’t want to?
In this day and age, people seem to want to equate Christ’s teachings solely with an “open-ness” to all things around you.
To hear it told, the only way to be a good Christian in the modern age is to “get used to it, you old poo-poo”.
Well, I seem to remember Christ drawing a line in the sand.
Boundaries are important, and respecting them, perhaps, even more so.
So, what constitutes the Christian?
One could, I suppose, reduce it to hand jestures.
Or, perhaps, a “spirit of open-ness”.
I suppose it could be “cooked down” to a friendly hug, or a sympathetic ear.
One might even equate it to sandals and long hair.
Now I myself was taught that being a Christian is defined by your acceptance of Christ as your savior, and beyond that, proclaiming that fact.
Telling the world that you are a Christian.
Now where, pray tell, in that is there a dictum that says I have to “get used to” old-lady-cow slobber getting stuck in my chin hairs?
Now, I can surely ignore the kissing (painfully close to bestiality as it is), but I’m not too fond of the extra (and equally unwelcome) conditioners and moisturizers added to what was once already a luxurious goatee.
Keep the spittle to yourself, and mind the boundaries.
So, on the subject of worship.
Let’s just say, for giggles, that we get all open-minded.
Would it be too obvious to state that melting all our gold and casting a statue of a calf named Baal would be too painfully close to idolatry?
I mean, we are all open-minded about everything, right?
Would it still be Christian if we pretended the cow was sanctified in the holy spirit?
I mean, we are all open-minded, right?
At what point does worship no longer resemble what Christ had in mind?
If two or more of us gather in the name of Baal, is Christ anywhere at hand?
The line in the sand is plain, and so are our Savior’s words…”those who are with me, are with me, and those against me are against me”.
There is no grey area here.
On either side, there is only dust.
But in that line, struck in that sand, there is a solid foundation. It is in that line that the boundary is formed.
When two or more gather in His (Christ’s) name, Christ is there.
So, you see, open-mindedness is not necessarily all it’s cracked up to be.
Now I am still very much interested in letting sleeping lions be…and I’m interested in keeping peace by ignoring what my neighbor does with her barnyard critters (as long as it is kept from the sight of my children – I really don’t want them kissing cattle).
At any rate, I’m thinking better of “to each his own” – there is just too much slobber in the wind.
“Oh Bother.”; “No big deal.”; “Big Whoop!”; “Talk to the hand.”; “It’s casual.”; “We’re copacetic, man.”; “Ever-thang is ever-thang.”; “Groovin”; “Oh, why bother.”
The phrases are usually preceded by a heavy sigh.
Maybe Alfred E. Neuman said it best, huh? “What, me worry?”.
This casual “why make such a big deal out of things” attitude seems pervasive today.
Take the Democrat’s attitude that “we won, you lost, get used to it”.
They obviously never had any lessons in sportsmanlike conduct, but then I never have accused them of playing by any rules. From the recent headlines of their ranks, it appears they have a blatant disregard for rules anyway.
And why not?
Rules are such a bother.
“Don’t be so heavy man. Why you always gotta be so heavy. Take another toke, and lighten up man.”
You spend 800 billion dollars of my money and you tell me to “take a load off” ?
You have effectively saddled me and my progeny with an eternal sentence at hard labor. That’s what it will apparently take to pay this debt you have so casually placed on our backs.
I guess I should expect nothing more from the “it’s casual” crowd.
Lay back and take another one of your “tokes”, potheads. Be sure and let us know if we can soften your pillow or get you some munchies to go along with your trillion dollar bong hit.
Are you resting comfortably, Mr. “Casual” man?
Next stop: Paranoia City. All aboard !
This page has been added to “The Precipice” (see “Pages” in the column to the right) to document this writer’s journey through the work of another writer, living vicariously through his journal of his imprisonment in a socialist system and observing certain aspects that are all-too-similar in the age of B.O.
The Precipice will continue to report this work as long as its “right to correspondence” holds under the age of Obamination; which may not be much longer should the so-called “Fairness” doctrine pass.
So, did you here the one about this goomer in England who is worried about the rise of fascism from radicals on the far right?
For me, it’s always been a little akin to being caught in Superman’s “bizarro” world when you begin applying American concepts of the politic to European philosophy.
A close relative of mine once tried to explain to me how it was that the labor party in Australia was really more conservative than our own Republican party. Like I said, bizarro world.
Or is it?
If what Mr. Ball means by “far-right” fascism is a fascism born of the “privileged” class, then he may be “spot on” as the Brits would say (I suppose, if the clichés are correct).
At any rate, think about it. Were there to be an uprising in say, America, where do you think it would begin?
Well, there have been rumors of class envy and class warfare for two or three decades now. It exists.
Think about the last time you were at the barber shop and someone said “yep, the rich keep gettin’ richer, and poor keep gettin’ poorer”.
Now that do sound like the seeds of discontent. Of course, as the same guy to “define rich and poor” – you may be suprised by his answer.
He probably calls himself “middle class” (something the French would refer to as the “bourgeoise” – or Eddie Murphy as “Bougie White People”).
The fact is, were there to be problems, I don’t really see them “springing” from the rich, but rather, from another faction attempting to re-distribute wealth, to quash the opposition (ie “rich”, ie “define rich”, i.e. “you and me”, i.e. “middle class”, i.e. “Bougie White People”) (say, through a “fairness” doctrine, or better, muzzle), or by telling everyone to “get used to it, we won, you lost”.
Now what I learned in reading literature and history books and so on, was that repression is basically equivalent to fascism. I know, fascism in it vile form is probably more about concentrating wealth and power into the hands of the few, say through “re-distribution programs”, such as when the Nazi’s took all the possessions from the wealthy Hebrews (paintings, jewelry, their gold teeth) and essentially redistributed that wealth to their own, sinister devices.
So, when you repress speech, when you take moneys from one and give to another, when you adopt a cavalier and arrogant attitude toward the minority party, essentially, isn’t it the left who is acting fascist? The “redistributionists” ?
I’m sorry, but for me, fascism, communism, totalitarianism – they are all evil monsters, and they are designed for one purpose – to favor one group over another.
The Politburo, the NKVD, “Il Duce”, the “SS” (now, that’s bound to get your attention) – silly me, and I thought all the left was worried about was some waterboarding of known terrorists (of the beheading variety) down GITMO way – what they are really interested in is redistributing Adam Smith’s “Wealth of a Nation” – and they are doing it by spending your hard-earned taxes.
Guess I’d better go back to practicing “getting used to it”.
I’m going to snuggle in for some more reading of Solzhenitsyn’s “The Gulag Archipelago” – got a funny feeling I need to bone up on what life is about to be like for we living in this “liberal democracy” where everyone is free – everyone “who won” that is.
You ever get one of those shuddering feelings that run up your spine when someone you do not know very well places their hands on you?
We Americans like our personal space. It is indicative of our personal values. We like the fact that we are free and unencumbered, and we do not like people with whom we do not know on a personal and perhaps more so, on an intimate basis, to “lay hands” upon us.
It goes right along with practicing good hygiene and with being respectful toward others.
There are those politicians who like the laying on of hands. They want to reach out and touch us. Thing is, some of us would prefer to choose who it is that touches us, and further who it is we decide to touch.
When someone, especially someone from a position of leadership, decides to, say, put their hands on your shoulders, it is a sign that they somehow feel superior to you.
It is degrading. Like body odor in a confined space, say on an airplane or an elevator, it just “creeps you out”.
I’ve seen a couple of articles this morning that discuss pornography. Now there is a real violation of personal space if I’ve ever seen one. Esepcially since the study defines the primary user of the stuff as being between the ages of 11 and 18.
I guess those guys who practice this violation of personal space want to get the young people indoctrinated to those violations at an early age.
Anytime you are compelled to run and take a shower, I would say that the cause of such feelings represents a true violation of personal space (in this case, it is an affront to the eyes and to the soul – how more personal can one get?).
There are some violations that you simply can not wash off.
Already the left is flexing its muscle and demonstrating to all its insidious nature. It is proving that its main purpose is to drill its way into our lives, and even into our souls.
Putting their hands on us, digging into our space, trying their damndest to convince us that they are our friends and deserving of sharing our personal space is somehow going to benefit us in some way.
Well, you’d better be careful about laying your hands on some of us; some of us have few aversions to responding to such trespasses on our personal sovereignty with some “touchy-feeliness” of our own.
It is time you “leaders” on the left begin showing some respect for others, particularly where personal space is concerned, but more, where our personal lives and values are concerned.
What business is it of yours to take our hard-earned tax dollars and spend it overseas to lay your filthy hands on pure and innocent, unborn children?
What right do you have to lay your hands on the minds of youth by inundating them with your vile pornography and worse, pornographic mindset?
What right have you to lead us?
I remember from the movie “Braveheart” how an English King decided to “lay hands” on the wives of those magnificent Scotsmen.
There was, of course, a reaction.
It is time in this nation that people who claim to be “in charge” begin demonstrating that they in fact have some respect for others.
As the saying goes up in the hills, “you take to petting wolves and you may draw back a stump”.
Respect is such an important thing. If you wish to earn the respect of others, then you must first demonstrate respect especially where our personage is concerned.
It is only good, common sense to be mindful of respect in the utmost degree and especially so if you take to petting those wolves my mountain brethren speak of. About the only thing they respect is their God-ordained ability to run wild, free and unenslaved by the “regulation” of man.
But isn’t this really what it all boils down to? The left is most interested in controlling every aspect of our lives. They want us on a leash, to domesticate us, to subjugate us to their thinking. A part of me believes that they are just naive enough to believe that there can be some good that will come of putting leashes on wolves.
No good will come of that.
So a piece of advice to all those now ascending to their perceived “thrones of power” – keep your hands to youself and most especially off our children.
You know, it is funny how all those radicals on the left are so much against any form of torture, and yet they think nothing at all about torturing Governor Palin.
They say the waterboard is cruel and unusual, and yet, look what they are doing to her.
I guess it just depends on who is operating the board.
You see, they are on such morally superior ground, what with their Madonnas, their Matt Damons and Alec Baldwins (lest we forget you, Barbara Streisand, Tim Robbins and Susan Sarandon).
Where’s Bob Hope today?
You know, the hollywood guy who visited the troops all the time. The good guy.
Where is John Wayne?
It is obvious to me that Hollyweird and the left have one set of standards they live by, and another they expect everyone else to live by.
Well, I don’t know about you, but I don’t think waterboarding is good enough for hypocrites. I think they should be exposed to the harsh and cruel light of truth.
Just like water to the wicked witch of the west, they will not be able to endure it’s harsh rays.
It is so cruel, you know. Tortuous, really.
But it is my opinion that the Saturday Night Live set (thank you Tina Fey) and all the rest of the low-lifes of the left (and that goes doubly for your Senator Pelosi) should each and every one have to endure this thing called the truth.
The whole country will be the better for it.