Monday, June 30, 2008

One Man's Labor Is Another Man's Treasure...

“The best way of doing good to the poor, is not making them easy in poverty, but leading or driving them out of it.” - Benjamin Franklin

From, (whatever that is...)

"Indiscriminate charity does not help anyone..."

"Human rights' are now the enemy of democracy, hard work and responsible living. They have inherently socialist tendencies. They are instruments of oppression and theft, in the service of laziness and parasitism. They sound the death-knell of a healthy society."

Read the whole article.

The rest of the World is slowly waking up, as the United States drifts ever further into a Socialist Nightmare.

Pay attention, folks!

Monday, June 23, 2008

For The Children...

John McCain wants to KILL...



I'm sure glad that Barack Obama decided to avoid the "smear tactics" and "dirty politics" of the 527 groups...

There's no telling how nasty things would have gotten if he hadn't...

I was unaware that John McCain was campaigning on a promise to start drafting ten-year-olds.

And the last I checked, Military Service in the United States was still entirely voluntary.

So, Mom... What if when Alex is eighteen, he decides that he believes in his Country, and whatever cause we may be fighting for by then, and he decides to join the Military in spite of what his pasty-faced, frightened mom says...

Are you going to stop him?


My Wife had a great idea for a response video to this one...

It starts with her chasing Caleb (in his walker) around the living room.

"This is Caleb", she says, wiping strained sweet potatos from Caleb's hands and head.

"He's my first, but most likely not my last.

"He is already a mechanic, and a talented problem solver at seven months. He can operate his walker like a pro, and turn on anything that has a switch.

"My husband and I plan to teach him about what is right with America, and to believe in and be proud of his Country, and to make use of the gift that he has been given by being born here.

"When he grows up, he will be a happy, well adjusted, successful person.

"Barack Obama wants to set up new Pre-Kindergarten Classes so that the purveyors of Marxist Ideology and Political Correctness can have access to Caleb's mind even earlier.

"He wants to eliminate the Homestead Exemption and raise the Inheritance Tax so that the Government can take away any resources that my husband and I can amass instead of letting Caleb use them and build upon them.

"Mr. Obama wants to cheapen Higher Education the way that High school has been cheapened by providing it for everyone free of charge, and free of responsibility.

"He wants to confiscate the fruits of Caleb's own labor when he enters the workforce by raising the Income Tax, and saddling Caleb with the burden of everyone's Healthcare.

"Mr. Obama, were you counting on Caleb to be a slave to your idea of a collective Utopia? Are you counting on him to help you set up your "cradle to grave" Nanny State?

"Because, you can't have him."


It is my job, and the job of my Wife to take that little baby boy, and make a fully-functioning, capable grown man out of him.

And that is what we intend to do.

Caleb will be taught The Truth about the World, and about America, and the way things work, and how to be successful and happy within the parameters which exist here.

I will not allow him to be hobbled by the defective ideology of the leftists and morons who would support a political candidate as flawed and un-American as Barack Obama.

It doesn't matter. After Alex has been raised his whole life on a steady diet of Tofu and Politically Correct Marxist Pacifism, had worn a helmet when he rode his tricycle, went to Public School and did all of his Science Projects on the subject of Global Warming and went home to waste the rest of his day playing video games inside the house, Alex most likely will not be fit for Military Service anyway.

That is why, when they are both grown, Alex will most likely be working for Caleb. (Or someone like him...)

That is, unless Alex figures out early that his parents are clueless, and believes in something bigger than himself and his parents' narrow minded and self-centered priorities, and decides to make something of himself.

In that case, maybe he and Caleb can be golf buddies or something.

But that will be up to Caleb and Alex.

Tuesday, June 17, 2008

Cave Time...

I've been getting along surprizingly well since my Wife left me.

I've done my own cooking...

A little cleaning...

Rearranged some furniture...

Even caught up on my sleeping.---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

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(Not ALL the time, anyway...)-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------


Okay, I'm not fooling anyone for a minute with this "Wife left me" gag, am I?

She did, sort of, but just for a few days. She took Caleb up the coast to visit with his cousins, aunts and uncles in Niceville and Gulf Breeze.

I stayed behind because I can't afford to take any more time off work. (Worst Economy since Julius Caesar, and all that...)

And I miss them.

Caleb is going to crawl any minute, and I am going to miss it.

But it's okay... They'll be back soon, and I will get to see it then.

In the meantime, I'm kind of enjoying this little bit of "Cave Time". You don't usually get much of that after the children come.

There are things about being married that nobody tells you. (Or at least, nobody told me...)

Nobody told me that after you get married, you don't really get to eat whatever you want anymore... Bologna, Vienna Sausages, Liver Pudding, Banana Sandwiches... These things are off the menu when a Woman is doing your meal planning and cooking. (Not that I'm complaining... I'm not sure why I was eating that stuff in the first place.)

But today, I decided that since I don't have to answer to anybody this week, I would have myself a Liver Pudding Sandwich.

Only I can't.

Liver Pudding was an item which appeared at our house probably three or four times per year when I was growing up. It's a kind of... well it's like... It's... Well, it's pork liver. Mashed into a pulp, with some corn meal added to improve the texture, a few spices added to improve the flavor, and then it's usually stuffed into a sausage casing to ruin whatever was improved in the other steps.

The very mention of the stuff is enough to evoke violent wretching sounds from my Wife.

I decided to go and get me some today.

But I live in Florida now, so I am denied access to such culinary delights as Liver Pudding, because the people down here have no idea what good food is. The woman at the Meat Market made a face and said flatly:"Never heard of it."

"Oh yeah? You know, this would be a darn good place for a Meat Market now, wouldn't it?"

So I made Chicken Salad instead.

When I am finally driven back to North Carolina where I belong, food will be what does it.

You can't get any here.

You can't get a decent Cheeseburger, no Sun Drop, no Liver Pudding, no Fat-Back... And the Bar-B-Que down here is a reddish, sticky, slimy substance with some type of meat-fibers strung through it. (I guess it's pretty good if you've never had the real stuff... BBQ sauce is Vinegar based, not tomato based, for crying out loud!!)

All that being said, I'm not losing any weight down here, so I guess it's all right.

My Chicken Salad was good, anyway. (Mayo salad, not lettuce salad... I am a man, you know...)

I just hope my Wife comes back home before my colesterol reaches lethal levels...

Maybe it's better that I couldn't find the Liver Pudding after all...

Tuesday, June 10, 2008

The American Dream

From the Transcript Of Barack Obama's Wesleyan Commencement Address, May 25, 2008:

"Each of you will have the chance to make your own discovery in the years to come. And I say “chance” because you won’t have to take it.

There’s no community service requirement in the real world; no one forcing you to care. You can take your diploma, walk off this stage, and chase only after the big house and the nice suits and all the other things that our money culture says you should buy.

You can choose to narrow your concerns and live your life in a way that tries to keep your story separate from America’s.

But I hope you don’t. Not because you have an obligation to those who are less fortunate, though you do have that obligation. Not because you have a debt to all those who helped you get here, though you do have that debt.

It’s because you have an obligation to yourself. Because our individual salvation depends on collective salvation.

Because thinking only about yourself, fulfilling your immediate wants and needs, betrays a poverty of ambition.

Because it’s only when you hitch your wagon to something larger than yourself that you realize your true potential and discover the role you’ll play in writing the next great chapter in America’s story."

The Chapter where America switched to Communism.

What is the "American Dream" to you?

Is it the possibility that you can someday own a home?

A big car?

A nice suit, nice clothes?

Lesiure time? Recreation? Retirement?

Who do you expect to give you these things?

We in America have the highest across-the-board standard of living in the entire World. Our "poor" enjoy more living space, a better diet, and more creature comforts than even the "wealthy" in most countries.

A large percentage of America's "poor" have color televisions, cellular phones, cars...

Some of the very "poorest" Americans are fat. (At least by the standards of most of the world.)

I am not "poor".

I'm not "rich" either. Not by American standards. But I do live in a nice house with a pool and a whole acre of yard, a garage, and a sprinkler system, in a neighborhood of homes almost exactly like mine. (Except for the yard. Everyone on my block is envious of the amount of land that I live on...)

I drive an old pickup-truck, but my Wife has an almost new car.

But today I worked 15 hours. Yesterday, I worked 13. Tommorrow, I will work at least 12, maybe more. (Probably more.)

My Wife is working as I write this, clicking away on her lap-top, educating Florida's little skulls-full-of-mush on the finer points of Geometry, on-line. (It's ten after eleven PM. She's been at it, off and on, since seven this morning.)

Do you believe that she does this because she cares whether or not Florida's meat-head children understand Geometry?

Do you think that I work all of these hours, tired, sleepy, hot and sweaty in a rough-riding raggedy, slow company truck because I care whether or not Florida Rock runs out of #57 Gravel?

Are you crazy?

Is the "American Dream" the idea that everyone can be equal?

Only if you are a Marxist.

Let me explain something to you.

I make decent money. So does my Wife.

Neither of us could care less about "the poor". We believe that anyone else could do what we are doing, and live the way we live.

We both put in the work, and pay the price for our lifestyle. We do not expect "society" to subsidize our way of life.

And we don't feel any obligation to "those less fortunate," or any "debt to those who helped us get here", rather than to be successful, and to make "those who helped us get here" proud of our success.

Let me tell you what the "American Dream" is.

America is the place where I can make more money, buy more stuff, live better than you, if I apply myself more than you do.

That's it.

Competition is the engine that drives Entreprenuership, Industriousness, Ingenuity.

Equality is Stagnation.

If everyone has everything, then nothing is special.

My responsibility to my community is to provide an example of what hard work and self reliance can provide.

I do not owe one minute of my labor to anyone but my Wife and Child.

To tell me otherwise is to make me a slave to the "Collective".

And just what makes Mr. Obama think that I, or anyone else, will keep working as long and hard as we do, when everyone is equal, no matter what we do?

Keep your Marxism, Mr. Obama.

You, and your supporters obviously have no concept of what America is, or what made Her great.

Saturday, June 07, 2008

Let God Sort'em Out...

From the UK Daily Mail via the Drudge Report...

Mother's anger turns to delight after her baby survives an abortion

Finley Crampton really shouldn't be here. Although his parents would have loved another child, they knew their baby could inherit a life-threatening kidney condition – and they couldn't take the risk.

After all, their first son had died of the condition and the second was born with serious kidney damage.

So when Finley's mother, Jodie Percival, became pregnant while on the Pill, she and her fiance Billy Crampton, 35, made the agonising decision to abort this child.

However, Finley had other ideas. And some time after the operation, Miss Percival felt a fluttering in her stomach.

The child had survived the abortion and thrived in the womb. 'I couldn't believe it,' said Miss Percival. 'This was the baby I thought I'd terminated.

Look at him. There's his picture.

Now, the couple is overjoyed to have him, and everyone says that he will most probably live a "normal life".

That is, until that fateful day (and it's coming...) when he asks the question: "Mommy, what is an abortion?"

Could you explain to one of your children that you didn't want him? Could you tell him that you tried to kill him before he was born, but NOW you love him?

If he hacks him mother to pieces with an axe when he's twenty, could it be considered self defense?

This is a heartbreaking and joyous story, and I hope that this couple are able to deal with this child, and the issues that their actions have created, and that he actually will be able to live a normal life.

But I wonder when I hear stories like this one if the people who say things like "Abortion is a terrible choice to have to make...", or "Who are we to force women to have unwanted babies?" really understand that if it wasn't a choice, people would not be forced to choose.

This is not the story of an unwanted baby. This couple wanted a baby.

But they wanted a perfect baby. (How many of us would be here if our parents had had that standard, and the ability to test us to determine our imperfections before we were born?

If Ted Kennedy's mother had known FOR SURE that he would someday develope brain cancer, do you think that she might have aborted him? (How far would the march toward American Socialism have been set back if that had happened?)

My son Caleb fed himself a whole little bowl of frozen yogurt with a spoon today, for the first time. Every day he learns something new, and he is so happy to be here that I cannot grasp the concept of having denied him the opportunity.

The opportunity to exist.

It is my job, as his father, to give him every chance to succeed and to thrive, to try to equip him to face the challenges that he will face in life to the best of his, and my abilities.

At no point in his development did killing him seem to me to be the best way to do that.

But then again, for me and for Caleb's mother, Abortion was never a choice.

Enjoy your abortions while you've got'em, people. This policy of national madness will come to an end someday.

Maybe not in the next four years, but someday.