Sarah Palin has driven the left crazy ever since she stepped on the national scene. They have attacked her, her family, have edited her interviews to distort her answers and then even whined about not having access to her when they were cut off for treating her like crap. But I think what drives them right off the deep end is that she walks the walk and talks the talk. What you see really IS what you get with Sarah, no phony ‘down home’ bullshit, pasted on “I’m just folk” style – she really IS all of that.
When federal judges in San Francisco ruled in 2002 that reciting the Pledge of Allegiance in public schools was unconstitutional because it included the phrase “under God,” Sarah Palin was not amused. Palin, who at the time was Mayor of Wasilla, Alaska, quickly drafted a terse letter to the editor of a San Francisco newspaper.
“Dear Editor,” Palin wrote in 2002. “San Francisco judges forbidding our Pledge of Allegiance? They will take the phrase ‘under God’ away from me when my cold, dead lips can no longer utter those words,” Palin wrote.
“God Bless America,” she concluded.
One of my co-workers last night (who is a HUGE Obama fan) was griping about how the right keeps calling him an elitist. “What’s wrong with being an elitist? I WANT the elite of my country leading us, not some backwater hillbilly.”
I explained to her that there is a gigantic difference between being one of the elite and an elitist. The elite are the best of the best, they are the ones who have proven their character and their quality through actions, they live what they preach and lead through example, they are people of the highest class and character. Elitists are none of these things.
Elitist instead of living the talk, will instead say “do as I say, not as I do”. They will tell us to conserve energy while wasting energy themselves. They will preach about the evil of guns and then go and obtain a concealed carry permit. This is elitism, these people are not the best of the best, far from it in fact they are the worst of the worst. Liars and snobs who think that ‘We the people”are too stupid to govern ourselves and lead our own lives without them taking care of us and who think that we do not see that they try to set up two sets of rules; one for us and one for them.
To the elitist, the nanny state is a perfect affair for them. They can live their lives however they like because they will be the nannies watching over us and making sure we follow their rules, go to bed on time and brush our teeth like good little boys and girls while they eat caviar and sip champagne into the night. They want us to look to them to take care of us and give us what we need to make it through the world.
What they do not want is a national reminder that we don’t need the government to give us things and that we are strong enough, smart enough, and talented enough to get by without the safety of a national health care system, nationalized retirement or any other government ‘benefits’ that we will be heavily taxed for and receive very little in return. I dare anyone to name one government program that has delivered more than expected for less cost than a similar program run by a private corporation.
Gov. Palin scares them I think because she is what she is. She got where she is by being who she is and not selling out – and that is the problem for the left, they don’t see a price tag on her. They are so use to everything, and everyone, being up for sale that they have no idea on how to deal with the new maverick on the block, which is one of the many reasons we like Sarah. She’s reminded a lot of people what America really is.
God bless America indeed
OK, so since a friend of mine (who shall not be named) has these crazy rules about what is fit to post on her site and what is not; and since I am not encumbered by the same restrictions she lives by, I am going to post something she sent me
I’d love to post this on my blog, but it’s not exactly family-friendly. Still, I couldn’t resist sharing with those whom I know would appreciate it!
This week my #3 (should still be #1 since they haven’t lost a game!) Georgia Bulldogs play #8 Alabama in a game so big, that even ESPN couldn’t justify not having GameDay on the UGa campus (they’re in Athens for the first time in 10 years).
That caused me to remember the story of the time, somewhere in the 60’s, when UGa played ‘Bama for Homecoming. There was the big parade the afternoon before taking the traditional route down Milledge Ave to 5 Points, and down Lumpkin St. The Redcoat Band and the ROTC marched, and all the fraternities, sororities, and other campus groups proudly displayed their floats exhorting the Dawgs to victory. Then along came one frat’s float, festooned with tampons everywhere. The slogan? “Stop the Crimson Tide!”
Another favorite came from an old friend who graduated from the Univ. of S. Carolina, home to the Fighting Gamecocks (whom I used to like–because they hated Clemson–until this full-of-himself coach named Steve Spurrier came along). One year they played the OTHER USC–Southern Cal. Annie chuckled with delight on relaying the huge banner prepared by some astute students of her allegiance: “No Trojans can hold our Cocks”!
Gotta love it!
“If everything seems under control, you’re just not going fast enough.” – Mario Andretti
Now aren’t you glad I don’t bother with those pesky rules
My friend Dee just lost her cat Mickey and wanted everyone to be able to see what a wonderful cat he was so I am posting his pictures here. He is now keeping our cat Roo company in a much better place than this.
From her letter to Moo
To Mickey: I hope you realize how much you were loved and adored. Your daddy thought you hung the moon and plugged in the stars. He walks into the house everyday greeting you with his customary, “Hi, Moo,” because he feels your presence all throughout the house. He misses holding your paw at night while you sleep together. I miss the ‘plat, plat, plat’ sound of your big boy, six-toed paws walking across the kitchen floor. And I miss you purring on top of me while I was watching tv. (I really did not care that you were in the way of the TV, even though I jokingly told you that I did.) And we both miss the way you worked the room for a bite of whatever we were eating. We miss you greeting us at the front door and screaming for us to feed you your wet food. We miss how you lounged directly outside of the bathroom while one of us was in the shower, waiting for our safe return to dry land!
You touched our lives immeasurably with your heart and your kind and gentle soul. We thank God that He blessed you to be a part of our lives, even though it was not for as long of a period of time as we had hoped. I guess Heaven must be in need of another angel. And they don’t get more angelic than you.
In time, we will all be together at the Rainbow Bridge. Until then, you are with us in spirit; healthy and happy and forever purring at our side.
PS. It was okay that my meatballs were too spicy for you. Tom was just kidding when you refused to eat a bite of one, and he looked at you and whispered, “I’d run if I were you.”
To Juliet, Lucy and Girl: Please show Mickey around the place, okay?
To Jerry: Another angel will be joining you shortly. Please take good care of our Mickey and tell his some of your jokes. Mickey loves fleece blankets, making bread on anything squishy, and sleeping in sunny spots. And chicken.
Clay Akin is… wait for it… GAY!
I know, shocking to me too but there it is. How did he manage to hide it for so long? Boy was I fooled… yea, right.
The cover of the latest People magazine shows Aiken holding his infant son, Parker Foster Aiken, with the headline: “Yes, I’m Gay.” The cover also has the quote: “I cannot raise a child to lie or hide things.”
Yea, well Clay, you weren’t hiding it very well to begin with so I guess your safe on not telling lies.
Wonder what Kathy Griffin is going to have to say about this?
I’m going to direct you to two articles that resonate profoundly with me, from two of the smartest people who’s works I have read out here on the Interwebs.
First up is Bill Whittle and “The Undefended City”
Go and read, they put my feelings into words much better than I can. It doesn’t mean I won’t stop trying though.