Sunday, December 5, 2010
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
Semper FI
Monday, October 25, 2010
Andrew Jackson says in one paragraph a concept this country was founded upon
"There is but one safe rule, and that is to confine the General Government rigidly within the sphere of its appropriate duties. It has no power to raise a revenue or impose taxes except for the purposes enumerated in the Constitution, and if its income is found to exceed these wants it should be forthwith reduced and the burden of the people so far lightened. " Andrew Jackson
Thursday, October 21, 2010
A clever adaptation of a speech given by Sir Ken Robinson, world-renowned education and expert.
Monday, October 4, 2010
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
Wise words from P.J. Husbands and voters take note
Saturday, September 11, 2010
9-11-10
Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord
He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored
He hath loosed the fateful lightning of His terrible swift sword
His truth is marching on.
Chorus:
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
His truth is marching on.
I have seen Him in the watch fires of a hundred circling camps They have built for Him an altar in the evening dews and damps
I can read His righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps
His day is marching on.
(Chorus)
I have read a fiery Gospel writ in burnished rows of steel
"As ye deal with My contemners, so with you My grace shall deal"
Let the Hero, born of woman, crush the serpent with His heel, Since God is marching on.
(Chorus)
He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call retreat
He is sifting out the hearts of men before His judgment seat
Oh, be swift, my soul, to answer Him! Be jubilant, my feet!
Our God is marching on.
(Chorus)
In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea,
With a glory in His bosom that transfigures you and me
As He died to make men holy, let us die to make men free
While God is marching on.
(this part was not sung, but still...)
He is coming like the glory of the morning on the wave
He is wisdom to the mighty, He is honor to the brave
So the world shall be His footstool, and the soul of wrong His slave,
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
Setting brush fires
Is Islamophobia the new antisemitism? Hardly.
Monday, September 6, 2010
Land of Begin Again
There's a land of begin again On the other side of the hill Where we learn to love and live again When the world is quiet and still There's a land of begin again And there's not a cloud in the sky Where we'll never have to grieve again And we'll never say goodbye When all your troubles just surround you And around you skies are grey If you can only keep your eyes on The horizon, not so far away There's a land of begin again On the other side of the hill Where we learn to love and live again When the world is quiet and still There's a land of begin again And there's not a cloud in the sky Where we'll never have to grieve again And we'll never say goodbye There aren't any signposts to guide you You don't need permission to stay And you'll find there's something inside you Showing you the way There's a prize we can win again And together, somehow, we will There's a land of begin again On the other side of the hill (Transcribed by Bill Huntley - July 2005) |
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
John Paul Jones is turning in his sarcophagus
Monday, June 14, 2010
Buycott Arizona
Monday, June 7, 2010
All Four Stanzas of The Star Spangled Banner
What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming?
Whose broad stripes and bright stars thru the perilous fight,
O'er the ramparts we watched were so gallantly streaming?
And the rocket's red glare, the bombs bursting in air,
Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there.
Oh, say does that star-spangled banner yet wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave?
On the shore, dimly seen through the mists of the deep,
Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes,
What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep,
As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses?
Now it catches the gleam of the morning's first beam,
In full glory reflected now shines in the stream:
'Tis the star-spangled banner! Oh long may it wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!
And where is that band who so vauntingly swore
That the havoc of war and the battle's confusion,
A home and a country should leave us no more!
Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps' pollution.
No refuge could save the hireling and slave
From the terror of flight, or the gloom of the grave:
And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!
Oh! thus be it ever, when freemen shall stand
Between their loved home and the war's desolation!
Blest with victory and peace, may the heav'n rescued land
Praise the Power that hath made and preserved us a nation.
Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just,
And this be our motto: "In God is our trust."
And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!
Thursday, June 3, 2010
Thursday, May 27, 2010
Clever solution to Airport security
Got this via email today:
The Airport Solution
Here's a solution to all the controversy over full-body scanners
at the airports.
Have a special custom-made booth that you can step into that will
not X-ray you, but will detonate any explosive device you may have on you.
It would be a win-win for everyone, and there would be none of this
crap about racial profiling, plus this method would eliminate a long
and expensive trial.
Justice would be quick and swift. Case closed!
This is so simple that it's pure genius. I can see it now: you're
in the airport terminal and you hear a muffled explosion. Shortly
thereafter an announcement comes over the PA system, "Attention
standby passengers, we now have a seat available on flight number
_____ ".
Thursday, May 20, 2010
Arizona SB1070
Thursday, May 6, 2010
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
Spring in Monrovia
Sunday, April 25, 2010
Facebook Joke
Thursday, April 15, 2010
Old Trumpet Article
CAN YOU HEAR ME NOW?
If so and so calls, I’m not home.
If so and so calls, tell him I’m dead.
If John Yenny calls, I’M HERE!
So, it was not unusual for the phone to ring and all three girls run out the front door. From the front yard we would hear my mother say “no, I’m sorry she’s not here.”
On a good day, she would tell you who the call was for. As in: “Theresa, that was for you.”
No matter how good the day, you hardly ever heard who it was that had called. If it was a guy on the other end of the phone, no message was taken, since we girls were not allowed to return the call, anyway.
So all my life, when the phone rang, I have either bolted out the front door or dived for the phone in the ridiculous hope that it was either John Yenny or Ed McMahon.
But now I have reached a point memorable than turning 30, more life-changing than turning 40 and more life ****** than the prospect of turning 50.
When the phone rings I completely ignore it.
I have gotten to the point where I have given up on Ed McMahon and anyone worthwhile leaves a message. Now that I think about it, even those of no worth leave a message. Does the DNC, RNC and the carpet cleaning company REALLY think I listen to those recordings?
The phone is never for either of my teenagers, so there is no need to answer the phone to find out who is in their lives. The teenagers have cell phones and my only involvement with the telephone aspect of their lives is paying the bill. I had the illusion that I would actually study the bills and see who they were calling and vice versa. Doesn’t happen. My perusal of the bills is limited to who stayed within their minutes and who downloaded the AC/DC ringtone.
The phone is occasionally for one of the little guys. I hear them on the phone grunting for several minutes. They hang up.
I ask: Who was it?
They answer: No one.
What did you talk about, I ask.
They answer: Nothing.
Short of getting out a harsh light and rubber *** I’m not sure how much more involved the law allows me, as a parent, to be.
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
Watch, listen and enjoy
John Stossel
Monday, April 12, 2010
Jack Flanagan's funeral
Saturday, April 3, 2010
Our Finest Hour
Our Finest Hour [Mark Steyn]
Ever since this health care "debate" got going, I've worried that American conservatives underestimate the ability of Big Government to transform the character of a people. After all, the Euro-weenies weren't always Euro-weenies - else how would they have conquered the entire planet? Readers who think I'm just a mopey downer loser (as not a few do) might prefer this alternative take from Hillsdale's Paul Rahe. While "agreeing with almost every word" of mine, he has an entirely different conclusion:
We are not yet a people apt to acquiesce in dictates handed down by our lords and masters. When Britain and Canada drifted into socialism, there were no tea parties spontaneously formed by ordinary citizens to buck the trend. The British and the Canadians lacked the spirit of resistance – though, to be fair, it lived on in the likes of Margaret Thatcher.
We Americans are made of sterner stuff. During the Cold War, we defended the Free World. In our absence, I am convinced, everyone else would have given way...
In my view, [Barack Obama] and today’s Democratic Party represent the last gasp of the Progressive impulse. The tyrannical ambition hidden at the heart of Progressivism’s quest for what Franklin Delano Roosevelt termed “rational administration” Barack Obama has made manifest; and to all with eyes to see, the danger that we have temporized with for nearly a century is now perfectly visible... What is required in what he calls “this defining moment” is what Abraham Lincoln once called “a new birth of freedom.” The period we just entered could be our finest hour.
Friday, March 26, 2010
How to spend money
- You spend your money on yourself. You're motivated to get the thing you want most at the best price. This is the way middle-aged men haggle with Porsche dealers.
- You spend your money on other people. You still want a bargain, but you're less interested in pleasing the recipient of your largesse. This is why children get underwear at Christmas.
- You spend other people's money on yourself. You get what you want but price no longer matters. The second wives who ride around with the middle-aged men in the Porsches do this kind of spending at Neiman Marcus.
- You spend other people's money on other people. And in this case, who gives a shit?