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Rocky Barracuda!

 
ROCKY BARRACUDA
* published on Flopping Aces*
Rocky Marciano was quite a person. My friend, Coach Mac, used to be a pro fighter in Boston back then and knew Brockton and knew Rocky. As a young man, Rocky learned one hard lesson once. He jumped into an amateur boxing match one time, for the first time, and was winning easily, but he soon ran out of gas and lost on points. He swore to himself that he would never forget that lesson and he never did. (By acclamation, he is now regarded as one of the hardest trainers ever, someone who got stronger as a fight went on.)

He was routinely underestimated on his way to the championship. He was undersized with a very short reach. He seemed very awkward indeed and not very impressive. He came from a working class Italian family and refused to get involved with Mafia or dishonest boxing insiders. His generosity, family sense and integrity were sneered at by many. But he came up the hard way – the honest way. And nothing was going to stop him.

What they all didn’t realize is he was driven by the unconquerable power of virtue, faith and determination. And his seeming awkwardness was actually ingenious adaptation and humble learning as he went on. The fully developed Rocky used a great gambit. He tried to bait his opponents by their pride or lack of emotional control and when they came closer in a later round and let their guard down, he unleashed his awesome punches (which, at one point, were measured to be as strong as a jack hammer!).

This Wednesday night there is no doubt in my mind we saw Rocky Barracuda. The Democrats made the classic mistake of letting their anger, fear, and greed for easy victory lead them to take the path of the low blow. They convinced themselves they could rush in and finish off this young, helpless female, Sarah Palin, and destroy her. What they found on that night was every bit as devastating as “The Punch” that ended Jersey Joe Walcott’s fight, though he had been ahead on points. With powerful, honest, totally AUTHENTIC thrusts of oratory she displayed undeniably true strength.

She has been tried in a true crucible involving real people and true governance, not the artifice of Obama. She is true hope and change built in reality. And like the well-trained Rocky, who had paid his dues, the Barracuda showed the greatness in America that de Tocqueville came to love and admire.

With unexpectedly powerful punches she totally stunned the pretender and with thunderous blows she struck him like few have been struck before.

All I can say is, “Down goes Barry! Down goes Barry!”

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THE LYIN' KING!

THE LYIN’ KING!  *published on Flopping Aces*

ZatU approached young Prince Obamba cautiously. He was getting kind of touchy lately. 

“Young Prince, don’t you think it’s time in the story to go out into the wilderness and gain some experience to get ready to become King of the MAFUSA, the Most AwFul United States of America? To be ready, you should get out there, look at cloud pictures, talk to warthogs, meerkats and baboons, and grow up some.” 

“Oh is zat u, ZatU?” said Obamba, distractedly. “Nah, I want to be King now.” 

“But, you said in 2004 you wouldn’t have enough experience by now in 2008?” objected ZatU. 

“No way, I CAN be King now.” 

“You know you’re not REALLY Martin Luther King, right? 

“I’m not?” mused Obamba, with some confusion. 

“Well, do what you want, but that gang of hyenas you’ve been hanging out with – Fleger, Rezko, Ayers - can’t be a good thing. A real King is supposed to be FIGHTING the bad guys in this story and the evil schemes of that really old lion.” 

“It’s all mine now. I was really roaring with that speech, setting the Table at Red Rocks in Colorado last night…” 

“That was Invesco Field…and maybe you shouldn’t have quite so much pride before you are REALLY in charge of the pride,” cautioned ZatU. 

“Everybody will be talking about that speech for days! I really showed that old warrior lion who’s big and tough and who can rule everything…” 

“Well, actually the old lion chose a lioness to run with today and everybody’s been roaring about that. It seems like your speech is now PALIN’ in comparison,” joked the bird. 

“All right, go out there and say: That lioness from a bitter small town hasn’t been out to look at cloud pictures; she hasn’t met flatulent warthogs or befriended mere cats, or doggies, for that matter. She hasn’t grown up enough or gone out to the wilderness to gain some experience.” 

“Well, I hate to point it out but you haven’t either. And, she has been out to the wilderness. And, she actually did corner and cage a few corrupt hyena politicians and beat some of them in contests. She met no flatulent hogs but she got a big natural gas line running. Unlike you, Prince, she was in charge of a savannah between Russia and Canada and in charge of the Lion Guard and….” 

“All right, all right, I don’t care, get out there and give my dissing message!’ 

Zazu went out and came back quickly looking like a ruffled bird. 

“Well, what happened?” demanded Obamba. 

“We’re in a bit of trouble, Prince.” 

You mean they thought I was being mean-spirited and it made them think of my small town comments and my own lack of experience?” 

“Yes.” 

“That’s all right. I’ll go out there, blame it on you, and say a bunch of nice stuff about the lioness.” 

“But what about your remarks before?” questioned ZatU. 

“What do you mean MY remarks? YOU gave them,” Obamba said, calmly. 

“You don’t mean sir that I have to….” 

“That’s right, get under there, you annoying, sqawking bird!” cried Obamba, pointing. 

“No not that! Please?!” begged ZatU. 

“That’s right! Under the bus! C’mon. Let’s go.....UNDER THE BUS!” 

“Oh, all right, I guess I have to.” 

“That’s right. I’m King.” 

“Well, not yet.” 

“Yeah, I guess you’re right, but I will be VERY soon. And I just can’t wait to…” 

“You’re not going to sing, are you? I’m beginning to think that old lion’s the GOOD guy.” 

“Oh, ZatU? You’re still under there, ZatU? I forgot all about you. Yes, I’m going to sing all right, just like the King of Pop.” 

“You’re not him either, you know.” 

“Oh, you’re still there? Maybe not, but I will be soon!” 


The whole enormous ensemble comes out on stage for the dazzling production number. EVERYBODY SINGS! 

OBAMBA: I'm gonna be a mighty king, so Americans beware! 

ASOB (ADVISERS STILL ON BUS): (whispering so Obamba won’t hear
We've never seen a King of Pop 
With so little savoir faire 

OBAMBA: I'm gonna be the mane event 
Like no King was before 
I'm brushing up on looking down 
I'm working on my roar 

Oh, I just can't wait to be king! 

I’ll be saying do this  
I’ll be saying go there  
I’ll be saying stop that  
Don’t talk about Bill Ayers  
Socialism’s bright new day  
You’ll all be free to do it my way! 

ASOB: I think it's time that you and I 
Arranged a heart-to-heart 

OBAMBA: Kings don't need advice 
From little people for a start 


ANUB (ADVISERS NOW UNDER BUS):
If this is where the country’s headed
Count me out
Community service, out of Chicago 
I wouldn't hang about 
The Messiah’s really wildly left wing 

OBAMBA: Oh, I just can't wait to be King! 
Everybody look left 
Everybody don’t look at Wright 
(or the Fairness Doctrine:) don’t look right 

Everywhere you look I'm-- 

Standing in the spotlight 

IRAQI TRIP REPORTERS: Not yet 

OBAMBA: Let the country go broke and sing 
Let's hear “just words” not future suffering 
It's gonna be King Obamba's finest fling 

Oh, I just can't wait to be King! 

VOTERS: Oh, he just can't wait to be King! 

OBAMBA: Oh, I just can't wait...Just can't wait 

To be King! 

[spoken] Call me Abraham, Martin or John….or Michael Jackson….or have Oprah call me when she's done crying…


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I WANT MY SADDLE BACK!

 

I WANT MY SADDLE BACK!
*Published on Flopping Aces*
“Now let me get this straight,” the chief cowhand, Joe Voter said, looking up to Barry sitting on the horse. “Now, I know you come pretty highly recommended on this paper, but you want to be trail boss of this whole drive and you have no experience? Why didn’t you say that up front?”

Barry shifted uneasily in the saddle. “Well, you didn’t ask. Besides, I feel very confident I can do it, between me and my Chicago posse here.”

“Are you sure you’ve even ridden a horse before? I’m letting you sit in my saddle but you look a little…”

“Bull! I wrecking I’ve ridden a bull!”

“You wrecking…And your name is “Saddleback Barry” Barack Soetero Obama?”

“Always has been, ever since the day I was born.”

“You were always called ‘Saddleback’?”

“That’s what my staff…or, my posse, tells me.”

“Oh…OK. Well, what kind of experience do you have with herds?”

“Oh! Well! I’ve HEARD all kinds of things, especially as a lawyer in Chicago, in the few cases I was in…wow, did I hear…”

“No! No! Not hearing…”

“What was that you said?”

“Not hearing!”

“What?”

“HERDING! HERDING!”

“Hurting? No, no injuries whatsoever of any kind, I am not hurt at all.”

“NOOOO! Not ‘hurting’, ‘herding’, as in herding animals!”

“Oh, that’s right, that’s what this job is, right?”

“Yes!”

“Wait!” Barry giggled nervously, “Let me consult my posse, here.”

Barry whispered furiously with his posse.

“OK, I did have experience in Chicago herding cats…”

“NO! NO!” the posse whispered furiously and spoke in Barry’s ear.

“Ha, Ha, I misspoke, uh, because my gang, or, my posse told me the, uh, wrong thing. What I meant to say is, and what I’ve consistently said, is I’ve herded DOGGIES.”

“Dogies! Dogies!” whispered the posse.

“Doughgees…” said Barry quietly.

“Did you just say ‘doggies’?” asked the chief cowhand.

“Doughgees, of course,” replied Barry, matter-of-factly.

“I could have sworn…”

“You must have misunderstood,” Barry said with a deep smile.

“So, you’ve herded dogies, have you?” said the cowhand, suspiciously.

“Oh, yes, I lived near cattle in Indonesia…”

“What’s your approach to rustlers?”

“Rustlers?” said Barry blankly.

“You know, if they tried to steal some of the cattle, how would you handle it?”

“Well, I wrecking I’d have to sit down and have a talk with them.”

“Talk? What would you say?” asked the cowhand.

“I’d say, maybe they shouldn’t be stealing cattle, that’s what I’d say!” cried Barry.

“Do you mean you’d set some conditions, say how the sheriff is backing you up, threaten to get a warrant, set guards, or…”

“Oh, yeah, all of that stuff. I’ve always said that. And I’d attack the Pakistan ranch.”

“The Pakistan ranch? They’re working with us on the drive! I’ve got some suspicions about them getting a little action on the side but…”

“I heard some of your cowmen say some cow-stealers are there,” said Barry earnestly.

The chief cowhand stood with his mouth open for a while. “Listen, I have one last question. Please describe to me your philosophy of keeping track of the different breeds on the drive and how would you approach branding.”

“Listen, buddy, I don’t want anything to do with breeding and cows. I’m sure they know how to do that themselves. That’s WAY above my pay grade as trail boss. But you should hire ME because I’ve HEARD of all the great ways to move doughgees together without HURTING any of them. And I HOPE you know, I CHANGE my clothes often so I will not be stinky to my fellow cowhands. And I know how to work well with all of them and to bring all the different kinds of cows together. Branding is prejudice and I would treat all the cows equally. Thank you.”

“You are unbelievable,” muttered the chief cowhand in disbelief.

“Thank you very much!” cried Barry enthusiastically.

“How DID you get this far.”

“I came by bull. By the way, wouldn’t you want to know who my assistant trail boss would be?” said Barry, coyly.

“No, but go ahead,” the discouraged cowhand replied.

“I’m not going to tell you yet,” teased Barry.

“Why not?” inquired the cowhand.

“I’m just BIDEN my time,” Barry chuckled.

The chief cowhand turned to an older cowboy standing nearby. “Hey, Mac, I know I said you might be too old to lead this drive this time. I bought what some of the Libby cowboys were telling me about this guy and I admit now I was wrong. At least, you know what you’re doing and you got plenty energy enough.”

The cowhand turned to Barry and said, “And you, you got no paperwork showing what in tarnation you did in Chicago and I don’t care. Get out of here.”

“Humph! You don’t know what you’re missing. You’re all so BITTER around here with all your guns. I didn’t want to stay here anyway. The price of arugula is too high. If you’re not smart enough to know who I am destined to be, it’s your loss. Humph!” Barry said, turning away.

“Wait! Come back here!” said the cowhand.

“Oh! You want me after all?” said Barry, expectantly.

“No, Saddleback Barack,” he said, “I want my saddle back.”



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DAVID UP, SAUL DOWN ('S'all Downhill From Here!)

DAVID UP, SAUL DOWN ('S'all Downhill From Here!)

The first two kings of Israel were King Saul and King David. They are often contrasted. David is beloved; Saul is a tragic figure. David is great and famous; Saul is often forgotten though he started out so well. Yet, I have noticed something peculiar about this. Saul and David are amazingly similar people! The question becomes, why did they turn out so very differently? How do we discern the difference between truly great leaders on one hand and talented but flawed ones on the other? In the answer, I find a connection to the present situation. I want to dive into the admittedly murky world of character and personality and find some patterns of coherence.


The fact is that Saul and David were amazingly similar in several ways. Let us map out some of those similarities:

TOPIC                 SAUL                     DAVID

Personality          Melancholic           Melancholic (Ps 51)
Temperament      Artistic                   Artistic
Music                  Loved Music          Played harp; Psalms
Prophet               Stayed  with them   Spoke prophetically
Background        Poor/rural; cattle    Poor/rural; sheep 


We could further argue that David’s sins could be seen as far worse than Saul’s:

SAUL'S SINS                                   DAVID'S SINS
Impatiently offered sacrifice            Committed adultery
Though not a priest (I Sm 13:9-14)  Abuse power (2Sm 11)

He broke ‘the Ban’ kept best things Engaged in a cover-up
For self and lied (I Sm 14:9)

Consulted Witch of Endor,               Conspiracy/murder
Forbidden by Moses (I Sm 28)

If David’s sins seem worse, why then did he succeed where Saul failed? Where does the difference lie? It is in their respective reactions & spiritual attitudes: 

SAUL                                               DAVID
Zeal for maintenance of his ‘self’    “Man after God’s Heart”;
Jealousy, envy of David extreme     Positive reactions 

He was narcissistic, didn’t care      Generous/forgiving; 
enough about God to be reverent     Didn’t kill Saul; reverent

Lying showed he didn’t care;          When confronted he was
He no longer believed in God;        Truly repentant/sorry 
Fell into despair (consulted witch) Accepted consequences 

The bottom line with Saul is he, deep down, ceased being devoted to God. His own self-importance was always the reference; the result was that he was ‘wishy-washy’ or ‘slippery’. When confronted with the evidence of offering sacrifice himself, he never admitted guilt; he tried to plead his case, seemingly clueless about the obvious impiety he was modeling for his people. He had to ‘look good’ no matter the cost. When he broke the Ban, he did what we call in politics ‘spinning’. He intended to do the right thing all along; he just was going to do it a little later and he certainly wasn’t intending to keep for himself what belonged to God. In other words, he lied. He seemed to have that awful problem: he could never admit he was wrong. So, when he started to approach personal disaster, instead of changing his ways or turning to God in His mercy, he committed what amounted to an act of despair: he went to consult the Witch of Endor, an act expressly forbidden by the Law of Moses. In the end he committed the ultimate act of despair: suicide.


The difference in attitude with David is evident in many situations and events. His frequent sparing of an enemy’s life demonstrates why I Samuel calls David “a man after God’s own heart”. However, the one event in particular I want to consider is how David reacted to Nathan’s Parable of the Lamb. He had slid down a terrible path that started with selfish lust (a very familiar starting place for trouble for so many!). At several points he could have turned back, but he eventually went down the sordid path of voyeurism, adultery, cover-up, murder and conspiracy. He thought he had successfully covered it up. But the prophet Nathan confronted him about Bathsheba:


1And the Lord sent Nathan to David: and when he was come to him, he said to him: There were two men in one city, the one rich, and the other poor.

2The rich man had exceeding many sheep and oxen.

3But the poor man had nothing at all but one little ewe lamb, which he had bought and nourished up, and which had grown up in his house together with his children, eating of his bread, and drinking of his cup, and sleeping in his bosom: and it was unto him as a daughter.

4And when a certain stranger was come to the rich man, he spared to take of his own sheep and oxen, to make a feast for that stranger, who was come to him, but took the poor man's ewe, and dressed it for the man that was come to him.

5And David's anger being exceedingly kindled against that man, he said to Nathan: As the Lord liveth, the man that hath done this is a child of death.

6He shall restore the ewe fourfold, because he did this thing, and had no pity.

7And Nathan said to David: THOU ART THE MAN! - II Samuel 12:1-7a (D-R)

David was confronted directly with what he had done. Now, in a ‘do or die’ moment, he had a decision as to how he would react. Such moments are the measures of character and virtue. Now, how could have David reacted? There are several possibilities:  

- He could have done what Saul did and ‘spin’ or justify himself: “mistakes were made”, ‘the buck never got here’.  

- He could have denied it outright and gotten away with it as king (like Clinton, he could have said, ‘I did not…have…sexual…relations with that woman…Ms. Bathsheba”.) Many would want to believe him.

- He could have used the simple argument by force and had Nathan killed to shut him up (there are too many examples of this to list!). 

- He could have pretended to be sorry and not really done anything to make it real. He could have put on a big show.

But what did he do? He admitted he was wrong! “I have sinned against the Lord,” he said quite simply. Read Psalm 51 slowly, which David wrote at the time, and see greatness of soul incarnate. By many actions, he took ownership and tried to make up for what he did. Further, he reached out to Bathsheba. Imagine her position. David could have done what most all men do in like situations and abandon the ‘other woman’ like a hot potato. What he did was to reach out to her in comfort. Their child had died after all of this; what did David do? He married her and provided her with a ‘love child’ in the best sense of the term, Solomon, who would go on to build the Temple. We all err; we all have sinned. David showed true humility. He showed authenticity.

A further aid in this exercise comes from the New Testament. Saul is comparable to Judas in the Gospel. He wasn’t the only one to betray the Lord. He even had some recognition that what he had done was wrong. But in the end, it was really all about him; it was about his view of what Jesus should represent, his appraisal of the possibilities of mercy. He, like Saul, committed suicide; he gave up. David, on the other hand, is comparable to Peter who sinned & repented. What Peter did is really no better than what Judas did, but he was able to look beyond himself and see it wasn’t all about him. “Simon, son of John, do you love me more than these? Tend my sheep! Feed my sheep! Feed my lambs!” Pour your life out for those given into your care. He did and he changed the world for the better.

Now I will give my opinions on the candidates. Which is more like Saul? Which is more like David? Such an enterprise can seem like a Rohrshach Test. You can’t quote chapter and verse and link to a campaign website to ‘prove’ anything, really. These are moral observations to which, perhaps, you, as a reader, will not relate to, or which you will deny completely and vociferously. So be it. But this is the sort of thing which explains why we have interviews for jobs, not just resumes and references. Parts of interviewing are fact-finding and informational; but there’s something more that’s not quite so definable. Just talking to someone can show you something about what makes them tick. With that being said, here are my impressions.

John McCain often talks about one lesson he learned over the years as a general concept. It is expressed many ways: e.g. become devoted to a cause greater than yourself; you are not the most important; your country, your culture, your family are. We should note this really isn’t something he talks about all the time in terms of his own life. He doesn’t often mention his adoption of children from Mother Teresa or his sons in the military and Iraq. These are attitudes you learn by doing. I think he’s learned hard lessons from what he did. There seems to be ‘authenticity’.

Now has McCain been sinful and selfish? You bet he has, and he’ll be the first one to tell you. And there’s nothing wrong with mentioning his faults and failings; he’s running for President; we need to put it all out there. Did he break under torture? Mention it. Was he a prodigal underachiever in his school days? Mention it. HE DOES, TOO! A lot of political enemies this election have attacked him for the divorce with his first wife and remarrying. What they don’t mention is how those kids love and revere him as much as his other kids. The difference here is he has fully admitted his guilt and has tried to make up for what he has done. Although he did nothing legally wrong in the Keating Five Scandal, he reacted by admitting his guilt & becoming a crusader for reform. This is the basic reason I think that I started to take a look at this man. Go ahead and attack him, McSame, McLame, he cheated on his wife, mention all the real faults, go ahead and try to twist everything to make him ‘look’ bad. Go ahead. It’s not fair. But it won’t change the deep down fiber built up in this man. And he can take it. In short, John McCain reminds me of King David. He shows ‘humility’.

Now what has been the personal performance of Obama? One thing that has stood out to me is that he can not seem to admit he was WRONG. There are many instances of this; one example is the Katie Couric interview when she desperately tried to pin down a very evasive Obama. Do you remember the exasperation he showed? He seems ‘slippery’. He seems ‘touchy’ or self-important.

There is a definite tendency to want to spin things, creating the appearance of something, not merely flip/flopping, but being on multiple sides of an issue! Even allies have noted this and been sorely disappointed. An example is the stunning flop on PRINCIPLE in the FISA vote. He seems ‘wishy-washy’. He often seems to be ‘spinning’.

I don’t want to bother listing all of my impressions, but I do want to mention the ONE particular thing, that decided it all for me. He voted against a bill, a bill that would have banned killing the victims of abortion that are born alive; three times he voted against it in the Illinois legislature. He then said he would have voted for the version in the Senate because it had certain language. (We have since learned he voted against one version in committee in Illinois that did have the same language; he lied.) [See the article by Freddoso in National Review on August 14, 2008 and see my post on this at my blogspot, http://mlajoie2.blogspot.com/ or at Flopping Aces. Connections are there to lead you to these and other facts.] Like Saul and his stepping in for the priest to sacrifice, Obama seems to have no concept how such impiety sets an awful example. To play around with this issue like that gives me the impression of someone who will rule like Saul.

Young Saul actually started out as a very popular choice for king, but he was doomed to tragedy with dreadful consequences for his kingdom. To me, Obama is like Saul. In my heart and in my gut, if we elect Barack Obama, ‘s’all downhill from there.



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HOPE AND CHANGE...YOUR CLOTHES!

   
HOPE AND CHANGE...YOUR CLOTHES!
*Published on Flopping Aces*
“Hold still, will you, Uncle Sam?”

“I’m sorry. I just don’t feel right about this. Where’s that resume again?”

“Resume? My samples are my resume! EVERYbody I’ve done ALL my work for has been VERY satisfied,” Barry said, winking slyly to his friend Libby.

“Weeelll,” stalled Sam.

“These old red, white and blue duds are so ‘passay’, Sam. Get with the times!”

“I just can’t see it.” Uncle Sam shrugged.

“Neither can I,” agreed Joe Voter.

“All you need is Hope, remember? OK, I guess we’ve got to do it again. Let’s all chant it…ready?”

“Yes, we can! Yes, we can! Yes, we can!”

“I know Spanish, too. (Well, not really...but..) Let’s go”

“Si, se puede! Si, se puede! Si, se puede!”

“You should be able to see these underpants now. Everybody see them?”

“Yes I can,” commented one, followed by general agreement, everyone glancing nervously around.

“See, we have pink and sky, no over-strong red and blue. Notice the ultra-hip swoosh pastel design, tastefully placed,” said Barry chuckling as he looked around, inviting reaction.

“Oh, yes, tastefully placed…funny!...Ha! Ha!” everyone commented and laughed.

“So these “Energy Wear” undies have plenty of renewable energy options and futuristic, with-it …”

“But how are we going to be covered now with no new-coal technology, no nuclear, no drilling? We should have those, too. It’s going to take decades for those other options…” objected George.

“George. George!” said Barry grabbing George’s face in his hands. “You’re too practical! You want drilling? All right, let me put this nice ‘drilling’ sticker on. Everybody see?”

“Sure!” “Oh, yes!” “I see it!”

“Here is your ‘No Conditions’ vest.” Barry said, holding out his two hands, as if holding a vest. “Unfortunately, it’s only good if things don’t get too hot out there in the world, but it sure looks good and that’s what’s important! Go ahead, put it on.”

“You’re putting me on,” deadpanned Sam.

“Oh, no, you misunderstood. Put IT on,” said Libby, chuckling.

Sam put ‘it’ on.

“It’s a little drafty,” noticed Sam.

“Yeah, we may have to say we changed it, add some ‘conditions’” muttered Barry absent-mindedly. “You’ll get used to it. There’s really nothing to this,” insisted Barry, winking knowingly once again to Libby.

“Now, here is the piece de resistance, your ‘Save the World Poverty Bill’ T-shirt worth only $845 BILLION dollars!” cried Barry, triumphantly!

“Isn’t that a trifle pricy?” objected Sam, weakly.

“You ARE kidding me, Sam, right? This is what makes the whole ensemble work! Think how GOOD you are going to look to everybody in the world!” argued Barry.

“How much is all this costing?” asked Sam, timidly. “That white Universal Health Care shirt with the extra long arms you were talking about, the one that’s fastened with tacks, or taxes, I was already going to charge that on credit and…” 

“Oh, no need to talk about that now. Give me credit for knowing what I’m doing,” Barry smiled sweetly. “Here’s our next piece, the Home Militia beret…”

[Fast forward to January 20, 2009]

“Well, it’s show time, Sam. Walk out there and impress the world!” cried Barry.

Uncle Sam walked out. Total silence reigned. Young toddler, Baby Blogger, broke the silence, “MOMMY, UNCLE SAM HAS NO CLOTHES!”

Vladimir Putin started applauding one clap at a time, very slowly, breaking the silence. “I see you are enjoying the services of this tailor. He is like many I have commissioned myself. I have really looked forward to seeing you like this. It’s the real you!”

China, Iran, North Korea and a dangerous-looking group nodded their heads vigorously. Everyone else gasped.

Uncle Sam blushed about as red as the rear end of a naughty boy. He turned to Barry, “YOU did this to me! And now, I’ve got no money to buy a real suit with proper red, white and blue. Why, you’re fired!”

“Uh, uh, UHHH! (I just love saying uh, uh, uh.) Tsk! Tsk!” said Barry, taking out a scroll and letting it unroll, “We’ve got a contract for FOUR YEARS! Bwah, ha, ha, ha! Bwah, ha, ha, ha! BWAH, HA, HA, HA!....”
……….
“This is a NIGHTMARE!” cried Sam, as he shot bolt upright in bed.

“Yes,” replied Dr. Madison calmly, “That seems to be a nightmare you just had.”

“This is the worst one yet.”

“Our unconscious mind often warns us about the path an illness might take IF we don’t seek treatment,” commented the doctor wisely.

“Well, where are those good-old Maverick pills? They may not be flashy, but they have a proven track record of working, not like the snake oil that skinny fella with the big ears had me swallow.”

“Uncle Sam, we’ll all keep you right on schedule!” cried all the nieces and nephews.

“I know for a fact you guys care about me. You’re all so anxious to give me bad-tasting medicine that’s good for me, aren’t you?” joked Sam.

“Oh, yes, we love seeing you take bad-tasting medicine!” they cried.

Sam picked up the cut-glass bottle Obama had given him. “I guess I understand the slogan on this bottle of snake oil now: ‘Change…There’s Nothing To It’.”



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HE BLINDED ME WITH SCIENCE!

 


HE BLINDED ME WITH SCIENCE!

One of the greatest novels I have read is “The Song of Bernadette”, a treasure that is mostly lost to our time. It was an early ecumenical miracle of sorts, because, although it is a sympathetic retelling of the familiar, and very Catholic, story of Lourdes, it was written by a Jewish man! (The Oscar-quality movie version of his book was recently declared the best Catholic-themed movie of all time by “America” magazine.) I discover in his great work a lesson that applies very well in the tensions and striving of our current Presidential campaign, a lesson summed up in one word: AUTHENTICITY.

Franz Werfel was already a successful, highly-acclaimed novelist before 1942 (a friend of Kafka, Buber and others). He knew how to write; it was as if he was born to write novels, in particular. However, he was also Jewish and had to run for his life from the Nazis. Chance (I say ‘Providence’) brought him to the little village of Lourdes in Vichy France, where the locals sheltered him and provided for passage to America. He was immensely impressed by the people there, and by their common story, that of Bernadette and the Blessed Virgin. The quality and pathos of the story so moved him, and seemed to cry out to be told to such a degree, that he made a vow to God that he would “sing the song of Bernadette” if he should reach safety in America. And so he did in 1942.

Werfel’s historical novel became a runaway world best-seller, so much so that Hollywood felt compelled to jump on it immediately, with similar blockbuster results. This was almost as surprising to many then as it would be now. What was so compelling about his storytelling?

I think it managed to capture a struggle of ideas that continues today. It personifies doctrinaire attitudes of both sides and the sane via media of authenticity.

The 19th century was a time of faith IN science and in perpetual Progress (“Change”!). It was this attitude that inspired Marx to formulate “dialectical materialism”. “And to think such a thing could happen in the middle of the 19th century!” remarks one of ruling class in the movie, in response to the very idea of a miracle. This is best represented by Vital Dutour, Imperial Prosecutor, played by Vincent Price in the movie, someone who identifies Religion as the one all-encompassing boogeyman which must be crushed.

The other attitude is legalistic emphasis on dogma alone, the prime antagonist being Sister Vazous (someone actually motivated by envy and resentment). Not that I don’t think dogma is important, by the way. Quite the contrary, every body needs a skeleton to put their flesh on. But the sister shows us how non-integrated our faith can be when we lopsidedly insist on that alone.

The heroine of this story is the 14-year-old girl, Bernadette. She comes to understand what the dogmas really mean, because she experiences their truth: in personal relations, in building of virtue and character formation, in authentic emotion. She is integrated. Dutour and Vazous are DISintegrating until the sheer beauty of “realness” in Bernadette (called by some, “holiness”!) draws them to healing.

[The scientific community has actually moved far beyond the 19th century’s imagined battle between science and religion or the idea of constant “change” or progress brought by materialistic science. A survey of astronomers in the 20’s found only 20% believed in God; a recent same survey has found over 90% now do believe in God. The vestige of this attitude is Marxism, which pretended to be ‘scientific’, but, in hindsight, is, with no doubt at all, NOT scientific.]

Obama seems to represent the Vital Dutour of this race. Sure, he gives lip service to religion (just like Dutour does in the story when he needs to within the context of the politics of the time), but we can see plenty of evidence of a Marxist immersion in attitude with Obama coming out in many ways just as with Dutour.

Some evangelical or conservative figures in our present drama made a big fuss about John McCain not believing exactly the right things in the right way, even threatening to boycott (or otherwise actually AID the rise of their worst nightmare, Barack Obama!). They seem to be the Sister Vazous of this drama.

John McCain? He makes it a point not to talk about his faith a lot or to insist on dogmas he believes in. I don’t think that’s because he doesn’t believe in them. In fact, it’s pretty clear he does. I think it’s because he’s authentic. Why do I say that? Here are some excerpts of his book, “Faith of My Fathers”:

Once I was thrown into another cell after a long and difficult interrogation. I discovered scratched into one of the cell's walls the creed "I believe in God, the Father Almighty." There standing witness to God's presence in a remote, concealed place, recalled to my faith by a stronger, better man, I felt God's love and care more vividly than I would have felt it had I been safe among a pious congregation in the most magnificent cathedral. (Page 245) 

My mother knew that my father suffered from the burden of commanding a war in a country where his son was imprisoned. She believes the strain aged him considerably. She told me later of how she would hear him in his study, praying aloud on his knees, beseeching God to "show Johnny mercy." (Page 286)

Bud designated me room chaplain, an office I took quite seriously even though I lacked any formal training for it. (Page 339)

Bud had asked Bug [a guard] for an English language Bible. Bug initially dismissed the request with a lie, claiming that there were no Bibles in North Vietnam. A few days later, perhaps remembering that his interference with the practice of our religion had resulted in the Church Riot earlier that year, Bug announced that a Bible, "the only one in Hanoi," had been located. One prisoner was to be designated to copy passages from it for a few minutes. As room chaplain, I was given the assignment. I collected the Bible from where it had been left by a guard, on a table in the courtyard just outside our cell door. Hastily, I leafed through its tattered pages until I found an account of the Nativity. I quickly copied the passage, and finished just moments before a guard arrived to retrieve the Bible. 

On Christmas night we held our simple, moving service. We began with the Lord's Prayer, after which a choir sang carols, directed by the former conductor of the Air Force Academy Choir, Captain Quincy Collins. I thought they were quite good, excellent in fact. Although I confess that the regularity with which they practiced in the weeks prior to Christmas occasionally grated on my nerves. But that night, the hymns were rendered with more feeling and were more inspirational than the offerings of the world's most celebrated choirs. We all joined in the singing, nervous and furtive at first, fearing the guards would disrupt the service if we sang too loudly. With each hymn, however, we grew bolder, and our voices rose with emotion. Between each hymn, I read a portion of the story of Christ's birth from the pages I had copied. "'And the Angel said unto them, Fear not: for, behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy, which shall be to all people. For unto you is born this day, in the city of David, a Savior, which is Christ the Lord.'"

The night air was cold, and we shivered from its effect and from the fever that still plagued some of us. The sickest among us, unable to stand, sat on the raised concrete sleeping platform in the middle of the room, blankets around their shaking shoulders. Many others, stooped by years of torture, or crippled from injuries sustained during their shoot down, stood, some on makeshift crutches, as the service proceeded. The light bulbs hanging from the ceiling illuminated our gaunt, unshaven, dirty, and generally wretched congregation. But for a moment we all had the absolutely exquisite feeling that our burdens had been lifted. Some of us had attended Christmas services in prison before. But they had been Vietnamese productions, spiritless, ludicrous stage shows.

This was our service, the only one we had ever been allowed to hold. It was more sacred to me than any service I had attended in the past, or any service I have attended since. We gave prayers of thanks for the Christ child, for our families and homes, for our country. We half expected the guards to barge in and force us to conclude the service. Every now and then we glanced up at the windows to see if they were watching us as they had during the Church Riot. But when I looked up at the bars that evening, I wished they had been looking in. I wanted them to see us-- faithful, joyful, triumphant. The last hymn sung was "Silent Night." Many of us wept. (Pages 331-332)

After one difficult interrogation, I was left in the interrogation room for the night, tied in ropes. A gun guard, whom I had noticed before but had never spoken to, was working the night shift, 10:00 p.m. to 4 a.m. A short time after the interrogators had left me to ponder my bad attitude for the evening, this guard entered the room and silently, without looking at or smiling at me, loosened the ropes, and then he left me alone. A few minutes before his shift ended, he returned and tightened up the ropes... One Christmas, a few months after the gun guard had inexplicably come to my assistance during my long night in the interrogation room, I was standing in the dirt courtyard when I saw him approach me. He walked up and stood silently next to me. Again, he didn't smile or look at me. He just stared at the ground in front of us. After a few moments had passed he rat her nonchalantly used his sandaled foot to draw a cross in the dirt. We both stood wordlessly looking at the cross until, after a minute or two, he rubbed it out and walked away. I saw my good Samaritan often after the Christmas when we venerated the cross together. But he never said a word to me nor gave the slightest signal that he acknowledged my humanity. (Pages 227-228)


Read through all of this and you see the very definition of “integrity” learned the hard way. This is quite a contrast from the apparently cynical or extreme approach to religion we’ve seen in Obama. Now I’m not apologizing for all the wrong things McCain has done in his life and I’m not blindly endorsing all his political positions. It just seems to me McCain is an integrated person who has the wisdom leaders need.

Don’t be blinded by the political science and the appearances with Obama. Dig a little further. Don’t buy the political packaging only. On the other side, don’t settle for a doctrinaire counter-productive insistence on conservative dogma just for its own sake (which might be motivated, perhaps, from resentment?). One person of integrity standing up for what he believes in, as a lifelong habit, is worth a million words. Vote for AUTHENTICITY.


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THE WONDERFUL WIZARD OF ‘UHS’ FROM KANSAS

  
THE WONDERFUL WIZARD OF ‘UHS’ FROM KANSAS
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The four figures danced together up to the huge door. After a moment’s anxious hesitation, the Scarecrow knocked. A little door within the gate opened and a thin man with big ears and a funny hat stuck his head out.

“Who goes there? Can’t I just eat my waffles?”

“Please, sir!” pleaded Dorothy, “We just want to talk to the Wizard. We heard he could solve all of our problems.”

The Wizard!? The Wizard!? Nobody can talk to the Wizard! Not nobody, not no how! Especially if you guys are press and want to ask more than eight questions.”

“We each have one question.”

“There are four of you…that makes 57 which is less than 8…OK, you can come in.”

They entered and walked down an enormous hallway lined with 57-foot pictures of the wizard alternating with pictures of upheld hands with fingers held in the form of a zero. They then walked into a large throne room. They shook with fear. There was a large, swollen head with big ears thundering before them, “I AM The One! Who are you! WHO are YOU!”

“I am the Scarecrow. I want someone with a brain to bring some economic common sense to the energy situation…especially agriculture, of course. And I want to make some HAY! Hey? HAHAHAHA….

“Be quiet before The One! Doing without drilling, easy to gauge…” said the Wizard to himself. Next?”

“I am the Tin Man. I want someone with a heart who has values like me. Religious voters need someplace to go, too. I feel so empty inside,” said Tin Man, tapping his metal chest and startling himself with the sound.

“Yeah, who cares” he muttered under his breath. Next?”

“I am Lion.”

“So am I…”

“What was that, Wizard?”

“Nothing, go ahead.”

“Well, I want some courage shown with this awful international situation and with terrorism. We need someone with lots of experience who won’t be rattled, someone who has shown they are a realist about our enemies’ intentions, someone…”

“All right, all right, I get the point. Little girl, you’re not going to ask me a question about patriotism, are you?”

“No,” replied Dorothy, with some confusion.

“Good. Go ahead.”

“I just want a home,’ Dorothy said quite simply. “In Kansas…” she added.

“You mean that you want a good economy without too much taxation, regulation and government control so that businesses can provide more jobs and growth and make housing affordable?” asked the Wizard.

“Yeah, that’s right!” said Dorothy, smiling.

“I don’t understand that.” said the Wizard flatly.

“Oh, no!” cried Dorothy dejectedly.

“But I have every intention – and have consistently had every intention - of granting your request. Yes, I CAN!”

“YOU CAN!?” they cried in unison.

Just then Dorothy’s bloodhound “Bolger Blogger” was sniffing behind a curtain and pulled it open. Standing there operating levers was a skinny guy with big ears. Piled up next to him were books and videos on Marx, Cone’s black liberation theology, “Chicago Politics Made Simple and Profitable”, “Rezko’s Rackets”, and similar materials.

“You don’t look like a Wizard to me!” Dorothy complained.

“Well, you ought to get your glasses fixed…” he said with a scowl, and then recovered his initial sweet smile. “I mean, I’ve got something for each of you in my bag of tricks. See? Here’s a testimonial for revolutionary good-deed-doing (community service), a bleeding heart with a clock in it, a degree of “Professor of Thinkology for Lazy Lawyers”, some press clippings for not writing anything for the law review, this little scrap of paper is my voting record…”

“All of that stuff is useless. They’re just symbols, no substance!” pointed out the Scarecrow.

“Wow, you’re pretty smart already… You do have a brain. That's not good.” noted the Wizard distractedly. “But, you know, I’m from Kansas, too, and I can get there, even though they don’t know how to vote correctly.”

Tin Man leaned to his right, “Your traveling bag says all kinds of places, Indonesia, Hawaii, Africa, but I don’t see…”

“Little sticker right here,” pointed the Wizard. “Anyway, I’ve got an enormous balloon out there and I’ve been filling it with HUGE amounts of hot air for a while now.”

“Yeah, I’ve been thinking with all your hot air, you would be getting carried away with yourself!’ joked the Tin Man.

“Come on, have a heart!” said the Wizard.

“You’re right! I realize now I’ve had one all along, and I don’t need to get one from you” agreed the Tin Man.

“Do you guys want to come with me to the bitter, confused heartland?” invited the Wizard.

“I’m brave enough to go there myself without you interpreting for me,” said Lion

“No! I won’t go with you!” cried Dorothy. “Now, I realize we’ve had the power all along. Guys, we should vote for people who will do what we need them to do, not for gadgets and hot air. Let’s kick our heels together and kick the heels out of office. Then I can have a home! And a job and freedom of religion, and speech, Second Amendment…”

“Now, wait uh uh uh a minute!” said the Wizard desperately. “Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, um, uh, uh….”

“I should have thought of this for you!” said Scarecrow.

“I should have felt it in my heart!” said Tin man.

“If I want a Mother or a Daddy or a Big Brother, I won’t look for the Wizard’s big government and think I live in mean, nasty country. I don’t need to look any further than my own back yard!

Together, they all cry, waving American flags, “There’s no place like home! THERE’S NO PLACE LIKE HOME!”

[The music swells to a crescendo and fades out!]


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'BORN ALIVE' & "PARTIAL BIRTH ABORTION" BARRY BECKONS!

‘Born Alive’ and ‘Partial Birth Abortion’ Barry Beckons!
*Published on Flopping Aces*
We are being told that the Obama campaign plans to make a play for the Catholic vote. His margins among them are plummeting. An article by John M. Broder in the New York Times (August 6, 2008) grapples anxiously with the problem. What can Obama do now? Maybe, as a [token] act of atonement, they can allow the younger Robert Casey to address the convention? (For those who don’t remember, Robert Casey Sr., then governor of Pennsylvania, was NOT allowed to address the convention, because he was pro-life. A lot of Catholics have not forgotten.)

The article even dares to broach the reason for the precipitous drop. In my mind, that can hardly be a question. Barack Obama has the most radical pro-abortion position in Presidential election history and the word is getting out.

How radical is it? Well for one thing, He opposed a ban on the killing of fetuses born alive in Illinois. Yes, you read that right. (This was started by the experience of a traumatized abortion nurse who was instructed to put ‘it’ in the trash.) From Broder’s article, this was his rationale:

Mr. Obama has said he had opposed the bill because it was poorly drafted and would have threatened the Supreme Court decision in Roe v. Wade that established abortion as a constitutional right. He said he would have voted for a similar bill that passed the United States Senate because it did not have the same constitutional flaw as the Illinois bill.

It was “poorly drafted”. How slippery can you get? He “would have voted”; how convenient! Have you noticed this is a pattern for him? It’s a clever way of appearing to be on both sides of an issue.

{UPDATE, 8/8/08:  I have now learned that, in the Senate, Obama OPPOSED the very language he said that, if included, "he would have voted for".}

{UPDATE, 8/12/08:  proof  http://townhall.com/columnists/AmandaCarpenter/2008/08/12 obama_lied_about_abortion_record} 


The other issue is “partial birth abortion”. This is a procedure wherein a baby is partially delivered with only the head in the womb. The base of the skull is then punctured, the hole is widened, and the brain is suctioned out while the child is still living. Even if you are “pro-choice”, you can certainly see that this is beyond words. (Maybe we can have a discussion later about cutting up or burning alive babies over the course of hours inside the womb, but that’s another matter.)


Even some of the most liberal like Hilary Clinton couldn’t bring themselves to vote against banning that. You’d have to be pretty completely sold out to the powerful abortion lobby to stand up in public and support such a grisly procedure. [The ‘powerful’, billion-dollar plus abortion business is the largest unregulated industry in our country and their political, lobbying and legal insinuation everywhere is truly mind-boggling. The only possible reason I can see for opposing this ban is feeling beholden to their influence.]

So what is Barry’s position on this? When the Supreme Court upheld the ban on partial abortion, Obama called a special press conference to attack the court for their terrible decision. He was one of the very few. In fact, this was a rare occasion when he lost his smooth veneer and showed considerable emotion over the audacity of the Court in making such a decision. This is radical; this is unprecedented in a Presidential candidate.

How can ANY Catholic, Church-going or not, (or any thinking, feeling human being for that matter) identify with this? We wouldn’t do this to our dogs or kittens! [It is against the law to do so, unlike our children.]

As for believing Catholics, I think Denver’s Archbishop summed it up well:

Archbishop Chaput wrote that Catholics could support a politician who supported abortion only if they had a “compelling proportionate reason” to justify it. “What is a ‘proportionate’ reason when it comes to the abortion issue?” the archbishop wrote. “It’s the kind of reason we will be able to explain, with a clean heart, to the victims of abortion when we meet them face to face in the next life — which we most certainly will. If we’re confident that these victims will accept our motives as something more than an alibi, then we can proceed.

Catholics have always highly valued and fought for “social justice” issues, while seeing the drawbacks of both socialism and untrammeled capitalism, and rightly so. Perhaps, there is a way you could twist your self into voting for some ‘pro-choice’ candidates and be able to justify this, approximating the standard outlined by the Bishop. However, can any person, even non-believers, see how a believer could, with any self-integrity, vote for a man who has gone as far as Obama?

Lately, Barack tried what amounted to a feint in the direction of pro-life Democrats. He said he would be able to oppose late-term abortions if the woman was only doing it for reasons of “feeling blue”. However, a later, very vague retraction later showed us this was merely a feint, that old, by now familiar, both-sides-of-an-issue ploy that leaves us all scratching our heads. It doesn’t really matter. How can anything he says now about anything matter at all? All we know about this particular issue is, he didn’t NEED to come out with a press conference supporting Partial Birth Abortion, and HE DID. That speaks volumes.

So, for all you Catholics out there who see Barry beckoning towards you enticingly, his refined fingers rolling towards himself, pinkie through index, his smiling face beaming at you, wreathed with seraphic light, mouthing his inviting words, please notice that dripping from those stylish fingers is innocent blood.

{See this video for the nurse who testified before Obama in Illinois and in the Senate:  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VIdbYjmbFzo&feature=user}
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“BARACK: GUILTY BY ASSOCIATION?”

“BARACK: GUILTY BY ASSOCIATION?”
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THREE exposes about Barack Obama have hit the top 20 lists virtually overnight. This brings back the whole question: 'Whom did Barry know, and why did he know them?' Some cried foul when these connections were first brought up, and continue to do so, but they are ignoring some common sense about associations.

There seems to be some confusion as to what ‘guilty by association’ means. It is a phrase used in the study of “Logic”. (Logic used to be taught in high schools. If it is found at all nowadays, it is taught in college Philosophy departments.) ‘Guilty by association’ is an “informal fallacy” of logic; it means that you reject someone’s logical argument because of those with whom he associates. I think we can all see how that is unfair and illogical.

However, we have the ability, and at times even the obligation to assess someone’s associations; we’ve always done it and we need to do it.

Probably the best example is getting a job. In every resume, we are required to provide “References”. We all know what these are: they are our closest associations, people who can vouch for our basic character and virtue. If I as an employer were to criticize you for the kind of people you hang around with, could you respond that he is using the ‘guilty by association’ card? Of course not! ‘Just because all of my closest associates are drug dealers doesn’t mean you can make anything of it!’ [Yeah, right! And I don't have to give you a job, either.]

Other examples can be found when we have trials in courts of law. We can grill witnesses, jurors, lawyers and judges about who they know and why. One of the basic things we do is make judgments on associations because it is a basic way of getting at the truth. It’s something we have always done and there is no doubt it is something we have to do.

Now, Barack Obama is applying for the biggest job in the world! Also, part of the genius of our political system is the informal trial by fire candidates are forced to go through. We should take a good look at his references; the media should be forcing him to explain and account for his associations. These new books should be tested, studied and used to confront Obama and his campaign. What do we know so far? Let’s review, shall we?

 - In his own book, Obama identifies a strong influence on his youthful years, a man named "Frank". We now know this is Frank Marshall Davis, who was a Communist Party member.

 

- We have all heard of Reverend Wright, but most have missed the main point: the main characteristic of “liberation theology” is that it is Marxist not Christian. (Obama has expressed doubts about the afterlife; is that a clue?) There is no way to miss this from a multitude of the church’s own statements. Obama donated large amounts of money to this group. When trouble broke about it, once again, Obama at first tried to deny knowing anything about what they teach; that is "not particularly controversial”.

- Fr. Fleger is also part of this “liberation theology” cabal and everyone on the South Side knows it. As a state senator, Obama funneled hundreds of thousands of earmarks to Fr. Fleger and now claims to reject his message.

- William Ayers & Bernadette Dorn are unrepentant Marxist bombers. Obama’s attempts to pass them off as casual friends are totally disingenuous. He worked for Ayers for eight years, was associated with him in several other official ways and chose their house to launch his political career.

- Tony Rezko is a shady operative who has connected Obama to a host of radical figures. For instance, he used Rezko to make a large contribution to Hamid Dabashi (of Columbia University which invited Ahmadinijad to Columbia).  Dabashi is a liberation theology man whohas been accused of anti-Semitism a la Wright.

- At first, you could go to Obama’s web site and see many of this ilk featured. His main blogger on the site was an open Communist. (His site went down for ‘maintenance’ and 'lost' him; we can assume a lot of things have 'disappeared'.) Remember the Che Guevera flag at his campaign headquarters in Texas and all the references to him on the site? Many of his ‘bundlers’ (those who get around contribution laws by putting large donors together) have been Communists or Marxists. 

- During his "community organizer" stint, Obama made the choice to associate himself with the Saul Alinsky-style "revolution not revelation" model. Alinsky emphasized confrontational, polarizing, racially divisive tactics with a conscious Marxist bent. He is quoted as saying, “Anybody who tells you he was active in progressive causes in those days and never worked with the Reds (Communists) is a goddamn liar. Their platform stood for all the right things....”

Now tell me this: would Barack Obama be able to get a job for the FBI or CIA with this Marxist background? And he wants us to hire him to lead the free world?

To be fair, basing a presidential choice just upon associations is not enough, but associations and ideology are, no doubt, going to have an affect on policy and on character. One possible complication in judging is that Marxism sanctions dishonesty about what one is really doing! Did you notice the globalist, redistrubutionist and other socialist references in his speech in Berlin? I won’t spend the time here to search for all the clues. I’ll leave it to all of you to decide where you see evidence of a 'Marxist effect'.

In ancient Greece the Sophists tried to push the supreme power of Rhetoric. They said the power of persuasion is everything, no matter what the truth is. They were opposed by others who evolved into the line of Socrates, Plato and Aristotle who said what is important is Truth, Character and Virtue. Let us not make the same mistake – let us choose Virtue and not Rhetoric. No matter what game he’s talking, we should find out if Obama is ‘guilty by association’.


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I'VE GOT A FEVER, AND THE ONLY CURE IS....

I’ve Got a Fever, and the Only Cure Is…
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Sam was lying on the bed, writhing, his head going rapidly to the right and to the left, the eyes under his closed eyelids moving rapidly, licking his fever-dried lips with his tongue. Everyone around the bed looked very concerned and anxious.

“Doc, is he going to be all right? I’m really worried,” young George opined.

“Well, it’s upsetting to see him like this, but he’s always had a strong constitution,” said the doctor, reassuringly.

“Look he’s coming out of it!”

Sam’s eyes flickered rapidly. He lifted his head up and leaned on his elbow and stroked his long white beard meditatively. “What happened?” he asked, looking around with some confusion.

“Sam! You were delirious! You were saying crazy things!” cried little Molly.

“I was?” said Sam, his curiosity aroused. “What was I saying?”

“I’LL tell him!” said Samuel, warning off the other children with his strong glance.
“You were saying, ‘Change you must believe in’, and ‘O Bummer! O Bummer!’ and ‘I am the one you have been waiting for’, and ‘Hope and change! Hope and change! Hope and change! Hope and…”

“All right! All right! I get the idea!” cried Sam, chuckling. He paused for a beat and commented quietly, “I wasn’t making much sense was I?”

“NO!” “No, you weren’t!” all the children chimed in.

“I think the fever may have broken for good now, at least, that’s what I’m hoping,” said the doctor hopefully. “I was taking a lot of measurements every day and you never did get over 50%, which is the danger point in cases like this. If your fever had passed over 50% and stayed there until November we might have lost you for good. But since it looks like the fever has broken, we have hope for a change.”

Everyone stared at the doctor.

“Sorry…” the doctor said meekly.

“How did I come out of it, doc?” queried Sam.

“Well, I’m not entirely sure, but we did give you ‘The Celebrity Slap’.”

“The what, now?” said Sam.

“The Celebrity Slap…when you start thinking you’re a celebrity we slap you in the face. Your numbers started coming down right after that. It’s worked before in these cases,” explained the Doc.

“Well, kids, if I ever start getting crazy like that again, just give me another slap like that!” laughed Sam.

“Sure, thing, Sam! We’d love to!” they cried enthusiastically.

“Come here kids and give me a hug! There isn’t a luckier man alive to have nieces and nephews like you! I love you guys,” said Sam with emotion in his voice.

“We love you, too, Uncle Sam!” said the children, with genuine affection.

“It’s gonna take more than this to kill YOU, you old bird!” joked the doctor, pulling on Sam’s long white beard. “Thank God you’ve got such a strong Constitution, stronger than a wild turkey or an old grizzly bear!”

“AND thanks to you and your prescriptions, Doctor Madison!” rejoined Uncle Sam. “I think we’re gonna be JUST fine!” 

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Alexandr Solzhenitsyn, We Won't Get Fooled Again!

 
One of the truly transformative experiences of my life was reading the multi-volume classic by Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn, “Gulag Archipelago”. When I heard that he has passed on just now, it brought into my throat the urgency of the moment. It’s quite possible we, as a nation, could voluntarily take up the yoke that Solzhenitsyn spent his life exposing and defeating.

He burst on the scene in 1962 with “One Day in the Life of Ivan Denisovich”, which itself drew inspiration from his Gulag experiences. However, it was “Gulag Archipelago”, a brave expose of the Soviet concentration camp system, featuring exhaustive personal research and smuggled out of the Soviet Union, that won him the acclaim of the world (e.g. Nobel Prize) and persecution from his country. This book revealed once and for all how tens of millions were starved alive, murdered, tortured, held without trial, and enslaved for labor in the secret Communist world. (It helped that he was a wonderful writer, too.) His main point was the value of faith in God and freedom and the dehumanizing effects of its forcible loss. For him, it was Marxist socialism’s devaluing of the freedom, dignity and rights of individuals (promised in the Judeo-Christian tradition) that inexorably led to the horrors he personally experienced.

Solzhenitsyn escaped to this country and gave the Harvard commencement speech, June 8, 1978. It was like a prophet’s warning, a jeremiad made more effective by the sight of his flowing biblical beard. In this speech, he tried to warn us and our culture that we could fall into the same trap; that the warning signs were there. The jabbering incomprehension of the liberals and the press in reaction to the speech served as a sobering wake-up call to me. ‘Oh, he’s an old, parochial (!), stodgy fool who doesn’t understand how advanced we are.’ ‘In their great wisdom, they have become fools’, indeed! It took me several years after this to digest the political ramifications, but I eventually moved from someone who campaigned for McGovern in 1972 to someone who voted for Reagan in 1984. Solzhenitsyn proved for me that Reagan’s “evil empire” label on the Soviet world empire was not mere rhetoric but factual reality.  

Now, we face the prospect of electing someone to the most influential office in the world, someone who shows troubling signs of buying into the very Marxism that Solzhenitsyn suffered to oppose. The best way we could honor his passing today is to continue his struggle to enlighten the world so we won’t get fooled again.

Many try to say we can’t judge Obama by his associations, but they are making a basic mistake. [See my post on this, “Guilty by Association” at my blogspot: http://mlajoie2.blogspot.com/.] Not judging associations applies to logical argument, but we have every right to judge someone’s associations when they are applying for a job or when we are trying to get at truth in a courtroom trial.

If Obama were applying for a job with the CIA or FBI do you think he would get it with the many and deep Marxist associations he’s had. Obviously not! Why in the world, then, would we hire him for President?

Lenin promised many great things, almost anything, as a matter of fact, to consolidate power and influence. It looked good. It sounded good. Gullible American John Reed (“Ten Days That Shook the World”) was fooled: “I have seen the future, and it works.” It was “change we can believe in” with little proof, only “hope”. Little did he know that it was Lenin, in the very beginning, who built the massive Gulag system that Stalin took to monstrous, gargantuan depths of depravity. All of the atrocious evil which followed was right there in Lenin’s own words and he started it on a large scale himself.

It may be Obama is not himself a Marxist; he probably has no intention of building literal ‘gulags’. But we should heed his words of the past, too. His current stated plans for massive taxation, government control, “domestic armies’, or whatever other ideas he has that are influenced by his Marxist immersion, will definitely result in some loss of freedom and dignity, a loss Solzhenitsyn witnessed and warned about. The danger IS there he will bring us ‘gulags’, so to speak of mind, action and dignity, at the very least. With the freedom left to me, with my privileged vote, I choose to remain free. My prayer is, we won't get fooled again....


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BURIED (or BARRY-ED) IN…THE TWILIGHT ZONE!

BARRY-ED IN…THE TWILIGHT ZONE!

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Rod Serling: Imagine, if you will, a quiet suburban street in Political America. Here we see Joe Voter coming out of his pleasant domicile in pajamas and slippers to get his paper as he always does in his familiar, commonplace way. This is a very typical place called Political Situation Street; but, little does Joe know, he is about to enter the…Twilight Zone! [Cue that famous music.]

Yes, Joe is a typical middle-of-the-road voter. He became a Democrat in 2006 for a couple of understandable reasons. The Iraq War was going terribly and there were no WMD’s there; the Republicans were spending like crazy and several scandals hit at once. Joe never could forget the awful sight of Larry Craig roller-skating down his street one morning with that infamous wide stance.

Now, as Joe picks up his paper, who does he see coming but Barack Obama!

“Hi, Barry!”

Barry is a new neighbor, maybe a little strange, but Joe is starting to get used to him.

“Ah’ I see you’ve got your paper, there, Joe!”

“Yea, I notice there are scandals involving Democrats now…”

“Forget about that. I think I need to explain to you something I have consistently said.”

“Again?” Joe says, mildly surprised. ‘He’s been doing this a lot,’ Joe thinks to himself.

“Yea! You see, you may notice in there that the war is going a lot better. Well, I am for a timetable to leave but it depends on what the generals say…”

“But I thought you said…”

“And I’m going to step things up in Afghanistan…”

“But in 2006, I voted for your Party because you said…”

“AH! Just ignore this jogger-blogger here! He’s spouting nonsense!”

A jogger-blogger runs by yelling: “Yellow cake! You got your yellow cake!”

“What’s that?” Joe queries.

“They just found tons of radioactive yellow cake in Iraq.”

“They did? I don’t see it in my paper here”

“It’s on p.66, lower left, small print. Got to go! Bye!”

“Just ignore that guy, Joe!" Barry interjects, "He’s not ‘legitimate’."

“Oh…” Joe grunts.

“By the way, I heard you want to drill for oil, is that right?" Barry says, smiling sweetly.

“Yeah, darn right I do! I heard there’s no way you’ll do that.” Joe says.

“As I have consistently said…uh, uh, uh, forget that. Would it make you happy if I said ‘I will drill for oil’?” says Barry eagerly.

“Sure!”

“OK. I am now saying, ‘I will drill for oil’! Happy?” Barry waits expectantly.

“But will you really drill for oil?” asks Joe suspiciously.

“I am now saying, ‘I will drill for oil’!” Wow! Who’s that coming so fast?”

It's Nancy Pelosi on skates, looking like someone is chasing her. She manages to yell to Barack on the way by.

“Barack, I’m getting out of town fast. I blocked them all from voting for drilling so you wouldn’t have to be put on the spot voting against drilling. BYE!”

“She IS going fast,” says Joe.

“I think I’ve got to catch her,” Barack says, smiling nervously. “I’ve consistently said that, by the way,” he adds hastily. “NANCY! NANCY!” Barack yells, as he runs down the street.

Joe takes his paper and walks up his driveway. He stops at the doorway, his face showing the struggle within. He suddenly looks determined and yells into the kitchen, “Honey, let’s make plans to go to Political Town Hall today. I think I want to change my registration!”

Rod Serling: Yes, Joe Voter has seen some very strange things today, things you don’t usually see in the normal political world. He’s seen the horror of the most inexperienced novice in Presidential history changing his positions before his very eyes. Luckily for Joe, he knows a way out of the horror and back to normality, away from…The Twilight Zone! [Cue that famous music again!]








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IS THIS WENDELL WILLKIE REDUX? DUCK!

IS THIS WENDELL WILLKIE REDUX? DUCK!
*Published in altered form ("Barack Meet Wendell") on American Thinker*
In 1940, one of the most unlikely political ascensions in history occurred when Wendell Willkie came out of nowhere to claim the Republican nomination and challenge Franklin Delano Roosevelt for the Presidency. I wanted to do a little comparison with our own election: Willkie vs. Obama. Of course, a lot of things DON’T compare well in the general situation of each time, but the personality, experience and choices of Willkie seem eerily reminiscent of Obama to me. Others have seen this before me, such as Alexander Heffner of TIME magazine. Here is my take on it in light of recent developments.

Willkie’s experience consisted of being a soldier, corporate lawyer and company president of an electric utility company. He served as a delegate to the Democratic convention and supported FDR and the New Deal. However, when Roosevelt intruded into utilities matters by instituting the Tennessee Valley Authority, and when FDR began to lean towards war, the isolationist Willkie re-acted forcefully. He became a liberal Republican and began to campaign nationally. At 48 years old, he broke upon the national consciousness with an ‘electrifying’ (!) appearance on the “Town Hall” radio program. In 1940, Willkie stumped furiously around the country and caught fire in the popular imagination. In light of the apocalyptic threat posed by the Nazi threat to the Continent, the gist of his appeal was the isolationist cant, “WE MUST AVOID WAR”. “Willkie clubs” began to spring up everywhere. Millions signed petitions for him. It was a true phenomenon.

At the Republican convention, in what was probably the most dramatic event in convention history, Willkie came out of nowhere, in a multiple-ballot thriller, to upset the presumed sure-fire nominee, Thomas Dewey (who would famously lose eight years later in another similar upset to Truman).

During the campaign, Willkie’s inexperience began to show. He chose as a main theme the lack of preparedness of the military by the administration, perhaps to offset his isolationist reputation as it became more apparent that war was inevitable. Roosevelt easily outflanked this by expanding contracts and instituting a draft. Willkie then tried to capitalize on backlash to the draft, by changing the support he had announced for it to opposition. On the domestic front, he began to claim that he could run the New Deal programs more efficiently than the Roosevelt Administration and that he could work with business leaders more effectively.

Willkie lost 27 million votes to 22 million in an electoral landslide, carrying only ten states. Why did Willkie lose when the enthusiasm for him had been so massive? I think the fact of his lack of experience began to dawn on a lot of people, for one thing. How could he claim he could run things much better than a solid veteran of administering things? Also, he had ridden largely upon the wave of isolationist, anti-war sentiment which was by far the dominant opinion until 1940; this changed drastically as 1940 went on. The situation on the ground changed. Willkie tried to have it both ways, keeping the enthusiastic anti-war people revved up by charging FDR of secretly trying to dupe us into war AND by also trying to appear PRO-military to a higher degree than FDR.

From our privileged position using hindsight, we can see how this belied the whole basis of the movement in the first place, replacing the cause with the charismatic anointed leader. The closer to the election people got, sober-thinking Americans decided it was not time for an experiment or to try someone so inexperienced. Now, Willkie actually got a record number of votes for a Republican and inspired millions to vote who might not have otherwise. However, he also inspired millions more to vote against him because they thought – I think, rightly so – he was risky.

He eventually changed his world view again and became somewhat of a spokesman for internationalism, writing the book, ‘One World’. He died tragically of heart disease in 1944 as his comeback campaign was hopelessly faltering.

Looking through this story, a lot of comparisons have probably already occurred to you. Let me spell some of them out.

Obama, like Willkie, came ‘out of nowhere’ w/little political/administrative experience. Wilkie actually comes out better on that score. Let’s compare:

Willkie               Obama
1. Administrative  comp. president     none
2. Military              soldier                   none
3. Education          history prof.            law prof.
4. Employment     corp. lawyer          “comm. organizer”
5. Legislative         Conv. delegate      Sen.; StRep

They both launched themselves with one seminal performance, Obama with his 2004 Convention Speech, Willkie with his “Town Hall” radio broadcast. They both rode the wave of a powerful popular movement, specifically anti-war movements. For number of people involved and apparent depth of enthusiasm, both probably stand out uniquely in our history as the top two in each category. They both defeated ‘inevitable’ candidates in their Party who were each perhaps actually hamstrung by their own inevitability, Clinton and Dewey.

Now, we are in the middle of the present campaign, so, we obviously have no way to draw an ultimate or even, technically, a penultimate comparison. Nonetheless, we can see certain trends that match pretty well. Notice that both Willkie and Obama had to jump off a powerful wave that got them their nominations. The “Willkie Clubs” were joined by other fast-growing, money-making, issue-driven isolationist groups; Obama, without doubt, was powered by the new, fast-growing, money-making, issue-driven anti-war groups like Soros’ MoveOn, the Daily Kos and Media Matters. The change in the world situation in 1940 and in 2008 forced each candidate to reverse, adjust or otherwise fudge their policy statements on war in ways that, in the end, appeared to be on two sides of issues, contradictory or disingenuous. Wilkie’s campaign seemed to become more about him as a sort of anointed figure of destiny. Of course, since the early primaries, Obama has made the same sort of transformation, even being called a Messiah, and battling a growing perception of arrogance. Each became pressured to claim they could do better at something despite their great lack of experience. Willkie could run New Deal programs better; Obama can run the war in Iraq and Afghanistan better.

Wendell Willkie and Barack Obama were both popularity-driven agents for “change” but when you examine the specifics of their policies they became not really all that different in substance from their opponents. Wilkie’s eventual position favoring internationalist support for England just short of war became virtually the same as Roosevelt’s position; the difference became merely an anti-war slogan. Obama has ended up supporting much of what he opposed, despite being nominally against the war. Both chose to flip on key principle positions in order to model themselves on newly popular positions.

My hope and my prayer is that the final result of this year will be the same. If I had been around in 1940, I would have voted against Wendell Willkie. The choices he made in the crucible of the campaign revealed that his lack of experience was a fatal flaw. He was not a champion of any one unshakeable principle in the end, but an untried celebrity riding a cultural wave. If he had been elected, it would probably have been catastrophic.

Obama, too, has been riding an emotional cultural wave of celebrity. His campaign has devolved for the reasons given above into a cult of personality like Willkie’s. We, once again, face an implacably evil enemy who threatens to employ even worse weapons than those we faced in 1940. We’ve seen this bullet coming at us before; let’s dodge it one more time. It’s Willkie ‘redux’: DUCK! 



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I’M PROUD OF MY HUMILITY!

I’M PROUD OF MY HUMILITY!
*Published on Flopping Aces*
My friend, Coach Mac, who grew up in Boston in the 30’s and 40’s, often tells the story of how his grandmother used to say to anyone who was trying to act really humble, “You’re not big enough to act so small!” or something to that effect. Or else, he often says, “There’s no one anywhere who’s more humble than me anywhere”, with tongue firmly planted in cheek, of course! What I have to report today makes me think of this.

All of our fears and intuitions about the pride and narcissism of Barack Obama are being seemingly re-confirmed over and over again almost daily, today at least twice. His behavior today (July 30, 2008) in Washington was that a conquering hero through the triumphal gates of Rome! The Secret Service was corralled to block intersections for his SUV motorcade. Arrangements made only for the President himself till now, were for the first time made with great excitement on behalf of Obama. He then declared himself (before a triumphant group of Democratic legislators) the symbol of all that is great about America about to come with his glorious ascendance. Maybe a supporter might be able to explain this away by believing that Obama himself is faultless; this had to be mostly the overeager response of a rightly enthused populace. However, the second story of the day puts any question of Obama’s complicity in this idolatry beyond doubt. Several Israeli publications are reporting an incident. Here it is:

Report: Obama Publicized 'Secret' Prayer at Wailing Wall

By Tim Graham
July 29, 2008 - 23:23 ET 

"Beware of practicing your piety before men in order to be seen by them; for then you will have no reward from your Father who is in heaven. Thus, when you give alms, sound no trumpet before you, as the hypocrites do in the synagogues and in the streets, that they may be praised by men. Truly, I say to you, they have received their reward." – Matthew 6:1-2 

The publication of Barack Obama’s supposedly secret prayer at the Wailing Wall in Jerusalem was a scandal in Israel. James Taranto noted the newspaper Ha’aretz reported calls for police investigations into the removal and publication of the Obama note, published by the newspaper Maariv. But Maariv said it was Obama who authorized the unveiling of his temporarily private message to God.

Maariv's response: "Obama's note was published in Maariv and other international publications following his authorization to make the content of the note public. Obama submitted a copy of the note to media outlets when he left his hotel in Jerusalem. Moreover, since he is not Jewish, there is no violation of privacy as there would be for a Jewish person who places a note in the wall."

Taranto added: 

Thus, as IsraelInsider puts it, "what initially seemed to be a journalistic scoop of dubious moral propriety now seems to be a case of an Israeli paper being played by the Barack Obama campaign." Obama's so-called prayer was at best an open letter to God--a sentiment intended for public, not divine, consumption.

Taranto headlined the story "Potemkin Prayer." Obama fans seem very intense in asserting that Obama is a devout Christian, but Obama's act of circulating his own so-called "secret" prayer is an exercise in phoniness and religious vanity. On top of that, the campaign played coy about it. Earlier, the Obama campaign offered a "no comment" when the New York Post asked questions. Will anyone in the "mainstream" media follow up?

Tim Graham is Director of Media Analysis at the Media Research Center


It seems like the campaign circulated the story of someone taking the prayer from the wall in order to create some sort of impression for whatever reasons, but the Israeli papers simply didn’t play along with this. Maybe Obama is used to something else from the Chicago papers, I don’t know, but it is obvious Israeli journalists are less inclined to hide or ignore parts of a story. They knew he had given them copies of the prayer even before he got to the Wailing Wall.

The most ironic part of this scandal is that the ‘prayer’ included the sentiment, “Protect me from pride”!! Perhaps this resembles the young Augustine’s famous entreaty, “Lord, make me a saint, but not now”, or “Lord, take away all my vices and sins…except for this one…”! The media should be shouting this from the rafters. All patriots should be trumpeting that we have someone who cannot be trusted here.  It seems the Obama campaign signs at this sacred place was not an aberration, but part of a now clear pattern of cynical opportunism.

If we translate what Obama is really saying, what would be a good way to say it? Yes, that’s right: ‘I’m proud of my humility”!!

ALERT! July 31, 2008 - In the interest of full disclosure, it has since come to my attention that Ma'ariv is now disputing this story.  They are actually a left-wing secularist paper apparently and IsraelInsider is a right-wing group.  We know why the latter would jump on it but why would someone at Ma'ariv report it?  Curiouser and curiouser.  If a yeshiva student did get the paper and give it to Ma'ariv, why would they print it, knowing as all Israelis do the strong taboo on obtaining it at a sacrilegious time and in such a manner?  The firestorm of protest and boycott, the possible demise of the paper, was certainly not unforeseen.  Why would they damage themselves in this way?  I have a feeling this straight denial might not be the whole story.  Nontheless, this, of course, leaves the whole story in limbo for now and I am obligated to inform you because I quoted Tim Graham's story at length above.  (I am not a reporter, but, in future, I will try to be more circumspect.)

However, the main thrust for the incident remains intact.  Obama supporters held official campaign signs at the Wailing Wall!  For a picture, http://sweetness-light.com/archive/obama-campaigned-at-western-wall.

Even if the 'prayer' story is completely false, the very same point about hubris applies to this very same incident.


 


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POLL: What is the real meaning behind Barack Obama's multiple stands on issues?

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POLL QUESTION:

 What is the real meaning behind Barack Obama's multiple stands on many issues?

A.     He is a brilliant thinker; most of us can't follow his excellent logic

B.     He is a 'typical politician' willing to say anything to get elected

C.     He is a secret Marxist or Socialist ideologue trying to mask his true beliefs

D.     He's been affected by his Muslim background which sanctions masking one's beliefs

E.     He is inexperienced and not good at thinking on his feet

F.     I refuse to acknowledge that he does take multiple stands on issues

Feel free to choose more than one answer from this multiple choice.

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