This applies to Tennessee, and much of my neighborhood last night as well.
Hat-tip to Bits & Pieces.
“But a Constitution of Government once changed from Freedom, can never be restored. Liberty, once lost, is lost forever.”
~ John Adams
Considering the truckload of hamburger meat and all-beef hot dogs we bought to grill for our Independence Day celebration.
Hat-tip to Theo.
Some great photos of our troops in Afghanistan. I rarely post photos of our troops here, mostly because I sort of feel unworthy what with me being an Air Force vet who served during the peace of the Cold War, but also because there are so many mil-blogs out there who are run by folks who are either on the ground or were pounding it recently and know so much more about it than I. Still, sometimes I just have to do it and it’s especially important this July 4th weekend since these guys and gals are, after all, responsible for the independence we are celebrating.
God bless them and bring them home safely soon.
Hat-tip to Maggie’s Farm.
Watch it to the end for the best line.
Which is in response to the Coin Operated Boy below, but which is much more creative I think.
Found over at Althouse, where one often finds interesting things and even more interesting conversation in the comments.
As Genghis says, this is our white flag of surrender in the gender wars.
Then again maybe there’s some gorilla warfare we can still wage.
Hat-tip to Mostly Safe for Work for the photo.
Never give up the fight.
1. Sarah Palin in Runner’s World. Looking good, feeling good, and most importantly sounding good. Read the article but enjoy the pictures.
2. More Americans see the Democrats as too liberal. This was bound to happen as they overreached and the blame Bush mentality wore off. Of course there is still plenty of the latter, but the more the Dems do the former the less the latter matters. In related news, Barry’s popularity is down.
3. Obama celebrates Iraqi sovereignty. Something Hot Air points out as surreal considering it would not be happening if Bush had not made it so.
4. Senator Franken. Well, he WAS a comedian and the Democrats ARE a joke so it makes sense I guess.
5. Never mind your guns, now they are coming after your lightbulbs and Tylenol and knives. And you silly liberals thought Bush was a threat to your liberty. Pfft.
After we are stuck with him and his soon to come tax increases. I hate to tell my liberal readers I told you so, but I did. All of Barry’s promises come with an expiration date.
The good news, maybe, is that tax increases are a pretty good way to lose the next election. Just ask Bush I.
More at Hot Air.
Well, with a little luck their heads will all explode.
Now, do not confuse me with somebody who cares very much what editorialists in Der Spiegel or other outposts of the European chattering classes think of any American president. I could not care less, in no small part because I believe that the interests of such people generally diverge from mine own. I note, however, that many of the cosmopolitan Americans who voted for Barack Obama did so because they were embarrassed by the Bush administration’s reputation among foreigners, particularly European elites. They hated having to explain themselves over dinner in Paris, Brussels, and Frankfurt, and worried that most Europeans would not understand that we are not all unnuanced rubes. I therefore wonder how such people will react if anti-Obama sentiment in Europe grows to the point where they have to explain themselves all over again. Will they rise in Barack Obama’s defense, agree with the foreign critique but deny that they voted for him, or explode from the cognitive dissonance?
The possibilities for hilarity are not small.
Although I doubt it. The capacity of the liberal mind to rationalize is infinite and as long as they have Bush in their rear view mirrors they will figure out a way to avoid blaming anyone (themselves, Barry, the people and governments of other nations who will always make things our fault because it suits their purposes) but Bush.
No president can make them all like us. Even our allies, but especially our enemies. And we will always have enemies.
Give this guy a bat and put him in the majors.
Hat-tip to Bits & Pieces.
Hat-tip to Big Hollywood.
I mean come on, she was Farrah Fawcett. I had this poster. Every guy who wanted to keep his guy rating had this poster.
God Bless her.
That’s right. I don’t care. Not one bit. Not an iota. In fact, if it is possible to have a negative value in caring then that’s how I feel about this guy dying.
I never listened to his music except on the radio when I didn’t have a better station to go to and I certainly never bought his albums. I never enjoyed his dancing because men dancing was only cool back when guys like Gene Kelly, Frank Sinatra, and Fred Astaire danced. (Okay, maybe John Travolta in Saturday Night Fever. But he wasn’t so much cool as he could get chicks by dancing and that was a cool.)
I never found his life fascinating. I rarely even thought about his life and when I was forced to I only thought about how really weird, sad, creepy, and probably criminal it was.
And most of all I never felt sorry for him because his weird, sad, creepy and probably criminal life was of his own making.
I also don’t think I am alone. I don’t think most people really care that he died. Surely many are waxing nostalgic now, thinking back to that damnable Thriller album which everyone says was the greatest compilation of music ever heard and to which they danced under the delusion that they, too, had his moves. (Me, I just found it annoying for the most part and I KNOW I had the moves.)
Or they may be smiling as they think of that young kid who looked so cute singing with his big brothers. (Every little kid looks cute singing, even your fat nephew Little Freddy.)
But most aren’t and for those who are one can only hope that after that moment passes they will quickly move on to thinking about other more important things and forget the boy talent who turned into his own personal freak show.
Of course it’s hard to not think about him. What with the news and entertainment media talking endlessly about him since yesterday. Talk that will continue for at least a week I am sure.
Because that’s what’s important in America. The life and death of a pop star.
Not the fight for freedom in Iran. Not the biggest tax increase in history being pushed through Congress at this very moment. And not the threat of national health care that is being sold in infomercials by Obama and his luvah ABC.
No, the guy with the chimp, some poor guy’s bones, and one glove is what’s important here.
Which says so much about America. About Americans. And what it says is not good.
It explains the election of Obama though.
He’s a pop star. Just like Michael.
He went through his cute kid stage. Singing for everyone on the campaign trail, winning over so many hearts that he was able to shoot past all the other established political stars to win the Democratic Party Grammy.
And then he had his Thriller. His win. The Presidency. A hit album that people all over the world celebrated and played again and again in their hearts. (Not their minds though because his election was all about emotion, not logic.)
He was officially crowned the King of Pop-ularity.
But like Michael he is also moving towards his weird days. Only faster.
Like Michael, he surrounded himself with lesser talents politicians and hangers-on who have only served to make him seem weaker, weirder and out of control.
Like Michael, he has bankrupted himself America by spending all his our money and borrowing even more.
Like Michael, his music rhetoric isn’t as enjoyable as it once was and fewer and fewer people seem to be buying it based on his recent record sales polls.
But, again like Michael, his personal popularity remains high despite all this crap.
Still, personal popularity can only take you so far. Micheal was – is - loved by many people yet with all that he ended up losing all his money, friends, and most importantly his credibility.
Which is exactly the way Obama is heading. He is still personally popular, but his music is starting to grate on the public’s ears. People aren’t sure they want to buy it and if it weren’t for the media whoring it out for virtually nothing it would be gathering dust back in some wholesale music warehouse or headed to the dump.
“It’s free,” say Obama, Pelosi, Reid, and the media. Take two if you want. Free health care. Free climate change.
Free, free, free.
Until it isn’t. Which is sooner than you think.
So anyway, my point was I won’t miss Michael Jackson. Not one bit. In fact, I’m glad he is gone, though I hope he rests in peace.
Just like I will be glad when Obama is gone. When he loses in 2012 and heads back to Chicago. Joining the Former Presidents Club playing casinos and doing reunion tours.
No, I won’t miss him.
Cause if I’m lucky, I’ll be listening to some soothing Sarah Palin on my iPod.
