Go, George! (An oldie, but a goodie…)

Wow. Look what the anchoress put up! Go, GEORGE!!

European Views of American Elections

Now, the Europeans are bent because they think they should be allowed to vote in U.S. Presidential elections. I wonder who gave them that idea? Sure, they can vote. All they have to do is move to the United States and become citizens. Simple.

Of course, the fact that every last one of these whiny crybabies is a card-carrying Leftist wouldn’t have a thing to do with it, would it? Or the fact that every last one of them thinks Alinskyite Barack Hussein Obama is the sheer bearcat, the cat’s meow, and the bee’s knees. They are falling all over themselves for a chance to vote for Obama. I guess being a protege of Saul Alinsky is a big plus for Europeans. They all want a chance to help push him into the White House. Hmmm…what happened to their love affair with the Clintons? Hillary is also an Alinsky understudy, and even wrote her Senior thesis on “There Is Only The Fight,” a quote from Alinsky.

As the article proceeds, though, it expresses a few more thoughtful positions on the American election, and actually finds European newspapers that express doubt as to the good outcome of an Obama victory. Of course, these articles will sink like rocks out of the European consciousness, since it is the European elites, as much as it is the American elites, who make the most noise about these things, and spend so much time endlessly quoting each other.

So, for the pundits who want to vote in our elections, I simply say again, “Sure. Come to America, get your citizenship papers, and vote to your heart’s content.” To the pundits who view our election as what it is, strictly American, I say, “Thank you all for minding your own business.”

Whose Money IS It, Anyway??

Remember These?

1. How much was a Pepsi in the 50’s, and why was it such a bargain?

2. Remember when roller rinks were all the rage? Remember the short dresses the girls wore?

3. Remember when boys kept their shirts tucked into pants with belts, and always wore shirts with collars?

4. Remember when dads read newspapers, instead of watching the television news?

5. Remember when the soap operas were 15-minute shows on the radio, mostly sponsored by laundry detergents, which is how they came to be called “soap operas?” A couple of their titles were “John’s Other Wife” and “The Search For Tomorrow.”

6. Remember when the plastic upholstery in cars was so neat?

7. How much did 1 quart of milk, 1 loaf of bread, and a pound of hamburger cost?

8. Remember 10-cent gasoline, price wars, and dish giveaways at service stations?

9. Remember when silver dollars were the normal way to carry currency, nobody carried their checkbooks, and plastic wasn’t even written into science fiction stories?

10. Remember when service station attendants filled up your gas tank with ten-cents-a-gallon gasoline (see above), cleaned your windshield, checked your oil and water, and saluted you when you drove away?

11. Remember Sock Hops, Sadie Hawkins Day dances, and microbe dances?

Heh! If you know the answer to the first question, just put it in the reply section…

More Sobering Thoughts

Oh, my. I just had a horrifying thought. I may have to take to my bed with the vapors.

Can you imagine Hillary Clinton or Barack Obama (Freshman Senator from Illinois) as the Commander-in-Chief of all our military??

Or, for that matter, throw in the Silky Pony candidate, John Edwards, who, as far as I know, really is still in the race, in spite of what you don’t hear of him from the drive-by media. Now we have the spectacle of Ted “Get the troops out of Iraq” Kennedy endorsing Barack Hussein Obama, and the past, public HATRED the Clintons have expressed for our military, and I think you will agree. Obama’s lack of experience is troubling, to say the least. And, just how DOES the Junior Senator from Illinois think of the U.S. Military? More SOBERING, indeed.

I think I’ve scared my little self.

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Sigmund, Carl, and Alfred has a very worthwhile article on ideological differences between Conservatives and liberal leftists. He makes so much sense, it’s hard to read the article without all your little gears and switches ahifting into “high.” Excellent food for thought–real thought.

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WHAT, IN THE NAME OF ALL THAT IS PATRIOTIC AND AMERICAN, IS Mrs. William Jefferson Blythe Clinton DOING RUNNING FOR PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES???

Sobering Thoughts

Bush is not running for office. To spend $8 million or more simply to try and keep his approval rating down is a remarkable testament to the sheer, unbalanced hatred the left has for this president.

One grows concerned for the mental health of these people. Perhaps shock treatment or even a lobotomy would help. Otherwise, if Republicans were to win in November, the suicide rate in this country would shoot up precipitously.

I know there are readers of this little blog who think I spend too much time talking about people who hate President Bush. I am not a die-hard Bush fan. He’s a good man doing the hardest job in the world, and although he isn’t what anybody could call squeaky clean or even be considered a Conservative, he surely doesn’t deserve the filth piled on him by people who seem to have no other occupation in life. This article expresses it well. Of course, I hardly need to tell you that this “organization” is another one of George Soros/Hillary Clinton’s little pet projects. Of course.

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Conservative candidates like Fred Thompson and Duncan Hunter have been drummed out of the race by breaking their bank accounts in non conservative states before the rest of the country ever had a chance to vote for them. Is this what we call “fair and democratic elections”?

This article expresses very clearly the plight of true Conservatives in America today. It’s somewhat too long to post here, so I am only adding a link. But please read it and see if it doesn’t put into words what we have all been thinking since Duncan Hunter and Fred Thompson dropped out of the Presidential race.

Circling The Drain?

Look at this article, then compare it to this. I think there is great reason for the older generation to have hope in their posterity.

A Note From Fred Thompson

I’m OUT.

A New Target For BDS?

I think I’ve figured it out. If you read my posts on a more or less regular basis, you know how often I mention the Bush-haters, or sufferers from BDS, or Bush Derangement Syndrome,” which has been defined by psychiatrists as a “profound, unreasoning hatred of President Bush and all he does or stands for.”

In How Can You Mourn For Someone You Hate?” I asked the Bush-haters what they were going to do for entertainment when Bush left office, and they were left with no one to beat up. I think I’ve come up with the answer to the question.

Brace yourselves, Conservatives. You are about to become targets. If you listen to Rush Limbaugh, you will be doubly hated.

The BDS hatred of President Bush is beyond the normal bounds for dislike. It surpasses “despise.” It goes so far past, “abhor” that it is pegging the needle on “insane fury.” Nothing can be said that will mollify these people when they are in the throes of an attack. They are so submerged in their hatred that they think about it frequently. Even Bush’s end of term and the actual vacating of the White House won’t heal their syndrome, and unfortunately, there is no medication currently available for this type of syndrome.

It’s difficult to shift gears after such high-intensity hatred, but they will be able to do so without a problem if they can switch that hatred to Conservatives in general. Perhaps, as time passes, one or another member of the Conservative movement will emerge as worthy of the furious hatred of the BDS sufferers; Rush Limbaugh immediately comes to mind.

In any case, it is easier for them to shift their hatred to a new target than it is to give it up entirely. It becomes a part of their being. It is frequently irrational, leaving the sufferer to resort to simple name-calling for want of facts and examples.

So, get out your Scotchbrite scrubbers and wire brushes, and start toughening up your hides, you Conservatives, because you are going to need rhinoceros-thick hide to deal with what passes for debate among the BDS-afflicted.

Come ON, Global Warming!

Minnesota was in a deep freeze this morning. The warmest temperature in the state was minus 11, with a minus 20 wind chill, and the coldest town — International Falls — dropped to minus 41 with the wind chill. The bitter cold has even left a 53-foot waterfall near Minneapolis frozen solid.

Now, see? THIS is what I was talking about. When people ask me why I moved back up to Alaska, I tell them it was to get away from this. Today, it was 40 degrees here. And raining. This means the packed snow on most of the streets is gleaming like a hockey rink. It’s going to get colder soon, and probably even darned cold, again, before it gets warm again. But it would have to drop below zero and stay there for over a week, with wind, to even come close to the misery they are suffering in Minnesota. All I can say is, “Come ON, global warming!”

I thought the guy from the gas company was here to check the gas meter yesterday, and I heard him bumping against the side of the house. So, I went to check by looking out the window in the office. What I found was a guy in a brown fur coat–a yearling moose, probably in the last couple of weeks with his mother. She was with him, and heavily pregnant. Calving season will begin in March, I think. She was munching on the remains of my old tomato vines, and got them all but one–a stubborn plant that she couldn’t get to break off. Since I plant my tomatoes in pails, she was busy trying to get the pail to release her tidbit while junior looked on. A pickup truck pulled up and a lady took pictures of the moose with the bucket on her head. The moose duo finally ambled off into the woods, and there was nothing left of their visit but a yard full of tracks. Unfortunately, they were so close to the house that I would have had to go outside to get pictures of them, which would not only have spoiled the moment, but scared them away. As it was, they hung around for about half an hour. Fun!

Oh, yes. I almost forgot…there’s a big gun show next weekend. At the high school.