A Pat On My Own Back

I'm leaving the original time-stamp on this piece for an obvious reason. In case it doesn't become clear as you read, there will be a brief summary at the end. Suffice it to say, I am rather proud of myself.
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Silence, Infidel!
Tuesday, January 16th, 2007
This was an interesting piece, considering the left’s alleged love of freedom of speech and open dialogue. Now Nance Greggs wants us (the right) to shut the f— up. I have always relished the fact that we are the right, while the left is the opposite of such. Semantics…ya gotta love ‘em.

So Nance (why can’t she just be “Nancy”?) thinks that a narrow electoral victory equals supremacy. Hmm, how positively fascist of her. And here I thought it was we who were the “brown shirts”. Funny how the left can manage to eat its own words with virtually no modicum of humility or shame. Perhaps it’s those MIB flashy things again. I just don’t know.

What I do know is that Nance is ill prepared to be part of the majority party, especially if criticism makes her queasy. There will be plenty of that to maintain a financially beneficial partnership between her and Rolaids for the next two years, but only for Rolaids. Ms. Greggs will be begging for a tax cut at the end of that time.

More important than the criticism will be the exposure. We’re already seeing it in the “first 100 hours”.
San Fran Nan’s oopsie-daisy regarding Samoa and Del Monte (the people want and deserve a living wage!)
Her insistance on elevating ethically challenged persons such as Murtha and Jefferson (after her pledge of “ethic cleansing”)
The party’s sudden backtrack on their own demands for more troops only weeks and months before W’s speech.
Just to name a few. I just know they will unwittingly deliver more gems.

Yes friends, the tragic loss we felt on election day ‘06 is shaping up to be the gift that keeps on giving right on through election day, ‘08. I suppose we could actually take Ms. Greggs’s advice and STFU, merely stepping aside as the dems plow headlong into the wall. I prefer to make that sidestep and deliver a kick in the ass as they go by, providing some acceleration. My only fear is inadvertently knocking some sense into them…nah.

We will actually be aided for once by the MSM (a prediction), not because of a shift in their allegiance but rather a realization that they are being left behind by radio and cable news. They will have no choice but to step up and acknowledge that their heroes are dunces because to leftist journalists, the pocketbook is mightier than the pen. It may be painful, but rest assured, they will follow the money even if they weep as they do it. This phase will be the last noticeable side effect of the Dems’ power intoxication, but I believe it will come in plenty of time for the general election.
I say “three cheers” for the Dems’ good fortune in November. It will ultimately be our own.

Greggs should prove to be a useful idiot. Almost as loveable as semantics.
- Woody
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I wonder how the bimbo feels now about single-digit approval ratings for her beloved Democrat-controlled Congress? Think she might be the slightest bit contrite? Hell no, she's still blaming Republicans! This drivel was written only two days ago.

Ah well, we still have 81 days left to watch her slam her head into the wall. It should be fun.

-Woody

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Line In The Sand

It has been said that good fences make good neighbors. While there may be a modicum of truth to that phrase, it has been proven that a strong, collaborative community bears much sweeter fruit than an isolationist mentality. I maintain that the latter is true, but only to a greater degree than the former, rather in contrast thereto. Both have their merits if practiced properly. Likewise, neither works well exclusively.

Boundaries have been the nature of man since time began, but cooperation has always been their companion. We have always felt more comfortable in our own personal domiciles, but eager to wander out into the community to interact with our neighbors when the need or desire arose. Everywhere in-between the dwellings of those who gathered for either productive or leisurely purposes was considered common ground. What America has succeeded in nurturing in her people was a comfort level in these regards based on a mutual understanding of our land. In other words, we felt completely at ease in a pseudo-neutral setting solely because, while it was conducted in "common land", the very definition of the phrase was universally understood; we were Americans.

The previous century for America saw an unprecedented influx to a particular country. To be simple, this was the place to be. One would expect nothing short of chaos in such a situation, but that did not happen. What did happen was that all of these new arrivals cared for nothing more than to embrace America's culture and to blend in as quickly as possible. Our culture was enthusiastically adopted, our language was studied and self-enforced, and our laws were embraced and obeyed. Of particular note: at that time, there was no DHS, as there was no need for it. People came here for a better life and they actually wanted to become Americans.

So what has happened since? Why do we have such tumultuousness? The answer is not simple. The recent revocation of the Labor Day Holiday at a Tyson Foods plant in Shelbyville, TN in favor of the Muslim holiday of Eid al-Fitr is cause for concern. It is a clear case of the invited guests suddenly rearranging the furniture in the home of their gracious hosts. Long before we became too timid to risk insulting our guests, there was a time when we would have made it clear who owned the home, and who set the rules therein.

It has been a tried and true practice of civilized peoples to draw a line in the sand, indicating phantom fences before we envisioned their actual construction. It has served well as a civilian law-enforcement technique. It was a mark one crossed at their own peril, and it was a cognitive act either way the decision went. Now, however, it seems that the line has been drawn in the sand at the shoreline of America, and no one has been minding the tide, which has washed away that line without cognizance of any sort.

It may ultimately fall to me and me alone, but someone needs to get down to the beach and maintain the line. If not, we may find ourselves homeless in the world.

-Woody

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The Reason For The Season

Here we are, in the heart of hurricane season. It's one of my favorite times of the year, conjuring memories of hiding in the basement as a lad, watching Fluffy fly through the air because we forgot to bring her in...ah, to go back to such simpler times. I hope you have all decorated your homes with the appropriate seasonal decorations. It makes the neighborhood so festive for the kiddies. And for the love of God, I hope you used eco-friendly bulbs this year!

I love the theme shows that come with the season, too, because they're not as predictable as say, Christmas Specials, which you can look up in the TV Guide and actually plan your day around. No, Hurricane Specials are more fun because you never know when they're going to pop up on your screen! Spontaneity, that's the spice of life. Not knowing when a special will appear is almost as much fun as waiting for your favorite song to play on the radio.

I know I watch more TV during Hurricane Season because of the uncertainty. My TV is happier, too. When it's out of season, I spend more time on my computer and I get silly error messages all the time:



Just the other day, I was watching a thrill-packed episode of Iron Lung Chef when the show was interrupted by a Special. At first it was a still screen with the station's logo and a voice over telling me that they were sorry to break into my favorite show. (I forgave them because they had no way of knowing that my favorite show is actually '70's reruns of Curio and Hutch, a show about two really cool guys who make the most beautiful furniture). As the still screen faded, I felt the tingle of excitement; the Special was starting!

And there was the star of the Special, a horizontal reporter in a soaked, bright yellow slicker, clinging precariously to a palm tree with one hand and holding the microphone with the other. (I always wondered what the camera guy was holding onto). Speaking to the Anchor back in studio, "Ernie, this is one of the worst you've ever sent me out into! Thanks a lot, pal!"
"Bob, what can you tell us from the scene?"
"Well Ernie, the winds have picked up to 800 miles per hour and the seas are battering the shore. Experts are telling me that Global Warming is to blame."

Ah, a villain! This was going to be one of the best Specials yet. As he continued his tortured report, he told of the conflicts between scientists who have been debating the problem eloquently for a few years.
Scientist 1: "Global Warming will increase the number of hurricanes."
Scientist 2: "Global Warming will decrease the number of hurricanes."
Scientist 1: "Increase!"
Scientist 2: "DECREASE!"

While this was going on, I reluctantly broke away from my lonely TV for the computer. I wanted to see if I could find out for myself what the real deal was. I began scouring the internet for documented proof one way or the other, when another error message popped up on my screen:



Frustrated, I turned off my TV and went out to mow the lawn with my eco-friendly scissors.

-Woody

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