Posts Tagged ‘Free Speech’

I appreciate and admire gun-toting patriots who are proud to be American and are willing to educate the great unwashed as to exactly what that means. Bubba fits that description as well as anyone I can think of.

Here’s his speech on the Second Amendment. I’m posting it here because it doesn’t have enough views, yet. When you’re done with the video (be sure to watch ’til the end), please pay a visit to What Bubba Knows and let him know you appreciate his brand of unflinching patriotism too.

That is all.

 

Don’t you think with Obama’s economy, those new job seekers are going to need all the help they can get? Aren’t there more important issues for a federal judge to be concerned with?

Apparently not.

Chief U.S. District Judge Fred Biery’s order against the Medina Valley Independent School District also forbids students from using specific religious words including “prayer” and “amen.”

Peter Morrison is fired up about it in his latest report:

Just last week, a federal tyrant threatened the Texas Senate with grounding all flights in Texas if the anti-groping bill was passed. Yesterday another federal tyrant, an unelected appointed-for-life federal judge named Fred Biery, banned any and all prayer at the Medina Valley ISD graduation ceremonies.

He went as far as to order students and administration that they could not use words like “prayer,” or “bow their heads,” or “amen” upon penalty of jail time for contempt of court.

Folks, it doesn’t get any more outrageous than this. There’s only one real solution: civil disobedience by students at the Medina Valley ISD graduation, followed by interposition and nullification of the judge’s order by the governor. The sovereign state should interpose itself between the tyrant and its citizens to prevent abuses of the Constitution, and nullify this judge’s unconstitutional order. It’s the only solution that preserves the students’ rights in time for their graduation.

Rick Perry talks a good talk about protecting state’s rights. This is where the rubber meets the road. Governor Perry should order state troopers and other law enforcement personnel to protect the administration and students of Medina Valley ISD from arrest. Furthermore, this federal judge ought to be tried for unlawful assaults and threats. If I illegally threatened to kidnap and jail someone for praying in public, that would be a crime, and it’s the same crime even if it’s done by an unelected tyrant in a black robe.

Take action:

Please send a fax to Governor Perry asking him to use every resource of the state to protect these students’ civil rights:

http://www.morrisonreport.com/fax_test/index.php?faxID=99

The Peter Morrison Report
http://www.PeterMorrisonReport.com
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Sources:

http://www.foxnews.com/us/2011/06/02/prayer-prohibited-at-graduation-ceremony/

You know, last time I checked, the First Amendment provides us with freedom of religion, to worship in the manner of our choosing, not freedom from religion. No one in the graduation audience will be forced to pray. I promise. If you don’t want to, then don’t. Go get a beverage or a souvenir. Or you could just stand there and politely keep your yap shut for a moment. The Muslim terrorists in Gitmo have more religious freedom than those on the left would allow our students.

They don’t hate any God. The left hates the Christian God.

Video and more commentary at Gateway Pundit:

Far Left Judge Bans Prayer at Texas Graduation – Threatens Jail Time (Video)

UPDATE: Prayers answered.

Appeals panel overturns Medina Valley graduation prayer ban

Thanks to Kurt from A Trainwreck in Maxwell for the email.

Did you hear? Recently, my dapper New Jersey friend, Chris Wysocki of WyBlog fame, was honored with an inclusion in John Hawkins’ “favorite blogs for the 3rd quarter of 2010.”

No small task, I must say. And well deserved.

The cool thing about those inclusions to me is, they come out of nowhere. You certainly aren’t campaigning for them like say, a Nobel Peace Prize or anything. One day you’re telling the story as you see it, no-holds-barred reporting and analysis, the next, someone is telling you that you’ve been honored on a prestigious list from RWN.

You go my friend.

Shortly after that inclusion, he was offered and accepted an invitation to be a contributing author at Right Wing News. No doubt an award of merit for the insightful commentary and exceptional snarcasm evidenced on the WyBlog website.

Chris is a fearless writer. One who I obviously admire and would love to emulate if only I had his rapier wit. One can tell from the flow of his thought that Chris is as fluent with the keyboard as he is knowledgeable on the issues close to his heart and ours. Little stuff like oh, you know, Free Speech.

A recent brief example from Insurers dropping child coverage is part of Obama’s master plan

Hand-wringing by his sycophants aside and assuming that “everyone” could see it coming, this is exactly what Obama wanted to happen. What better way to presage the need for Universal, Government-run healthcare than by saying, “it’s for the children”?

So here we are. A high-profile showdown over a hot-button, tear-jerker issue; one to which the only compassionate reaction could be a government program to step in where the evil, capitalistic insurance companies fear to tread.

It’s not like we weren’t warned:

Video here.

Obama’s sinister plan to reshape the very fabric of America is working.

We are fortunate to have such a freedom fighter and friend.

Mark your blogrolls.

Add Wyblog to your bookmarks.

Visit often.

I think you will find Chris to be a host deserving of all accolades awarded and more. Outspoken, opinionated and spot-on with the critique and commentary with a style all his own.

Wait.

From Jersey?

Yup. Jersey. Hey, don’t knock it. Your next President may, come from Jersey.

I am curious though, as dialects go, at what point north of I-10 “Jersey” becomes “Joisi?” (which phonetically might be “Joese.” but I can’t find a long “e” in the special characters list.

Damn those Phonecians!

This week’s blog of note is No Sheeples Here!

There are few people in the world who possess the innate ability to juxtapose current events,  humor and biting commentary so adeptly in the photo-manipulation and artwork formats as Carol of No Sheeples Here! The Queen of Photoshop, Carol has amused most of us with her mad skillz at one time or another and has had yours truly slack-jawed with amazement on quite a few occasions.

Being the rabid patriot she is, Carol is also a preternatural master of political prose, possessing the ability to boil most any subject down to the root causes and strip away the chaff, showing us that she understands the subjects at hand at the visceral as well as contextual levels.

All that being said, the main reason I’m featuring her blog this week is, I just plain like her. Carol has been and continues to be one of the nicest people I’ve met on the net and one of the best humored. Although, judging from her artwork, which I must guess befits her demeanor, I wouldn’t want to tangle with The Queen.

Keep up the fine work, my friend, and I’ll keep stealing it. Deal?

Visit Carol’s site, No Sheeples Here often.

Also, check out her Photoshop repository, Mako Snark.

She also blogs at a few other great places. I would encourage you to explore her websites and find those as well. The bloggers she partners with are some of the best in the business, as I’m sure you will see.

Don’t forget to update your bookmarks and place these sites prominently in your blogrolls. You won’t regret the additions.

Last Saturday, Iran was allowed to begin inserting fuel rods into their nuclear reactor without so much as a whimper from the international community. World leaders heaved a collective *sigh* and continued their golf games, vacations and parlor parties while the citizens of the world, the sane ones anyway, were forced yet again to wonder on the competence and/or contrivance of said “leaders.”

Ever wonder what would have happened if Kennedy hadn’t called Khrushchev’s bluff? We’re about to find out.

Just one day (1) uno, one singular day after the fueling announcement comes news of a new Iranian ambassador.

Really? What’s his name?

The Ambassador of Death.

Nice. Gotta hand it to those mullahs, they sure know how to name a weapon.

Hey, I’ve got a better idea. How about something more appropriate? (Warning: tell the children to leave the room.)

How about we call it the “Dildo of Doom?” It would go along with the douche-nozzle who’s running the country over there. Sorry to be so graphic. I’ll revise the name to shall we say, “Marital Aid of Mass Destruction?” Nah, just doesn’t have the same ring of truth.

OK, one more: “Suppository of Subjugation.”

Feel free to add your own suggestions in the comments.

It is also interesting to note that Wired.com is questioning the Ambassador’s size, wondering aloud if Iran is claiming it’s ambassador to be more “endowed” than it really is.

“Is that a WMD in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?”

Each day that passes without taking out Iran’s threat of nuclear armaments is another day closer to World War Three. I’m hoping against hope that a special forces or some other clandestine outfit is making plans to sabotage their facilities.

There is a glimmer of hope though. An unattributed editorial in the Washington Times reports that

… There are unconfirmed reports that Reza Baruni, the mastermind of Iran’s drone program, was assassinated earlier this month when his heavily guarded villa in southern Iran was bombed. On the same day, three unarmed drone aircraft reportedly crashed into the containment dome of the Bushehr reactor…

Still, I’d like to see more than unattributed reports claiming unconfirmed actions of unarmed aircraft causing unknown results.

It’s all a bit… unsettling.

H/T No Sheeples Here! for finding the Iranian bomb video.

Previously: Should Israel Bomb Iran?

WTF?

Have you heard of this? Some students were asked to stop singing the National Anthem at the Lincoln Memorial. I almost didn’t believe it. Almost. So I did a quick BING search and found this at First Patriots:

“As YAF participant, Sean Balcomb said of the incident, “I didn’t know there was a volume limit for our national anthem at a national monument, especially on such an important day in our great nation’s history.”

First Patriots pointed me to this at The Young Americans Foundation

Last Friday night, students attending Young America’s Foundation’s High School Leadership Conference were in for quite the shock when they were asked by security to stop singing on the steps of the Lincoln Memorial.

I can’t tell you how proud of these young people I am right now. God Bless these young patriots.

They give me real hope in America.

Pamela Geller, who is leading the fight against the ground zero mosque in New York, has posted the following letter from Tom Burnett Senior.

To our fellow 9/11 families and to all who are concerned about the Ground Zero mega-mosque in New York:

We want everyone to know that the Park Service is right now building an even larger Islamic victory mosque atop the Flight 93 crash site. Many of you were outraged in 2005 when the Crescent of Embrace design was unveiled to be a half-mile wide Islamic shaped crescent:

Crescent publicity shot and Islamic crescent and star
Left: 2005 publicity shot of the Crescent of Embrace design. Right: typical Islamic crescent and star, viewed from a similar angle.

Few people know that this giant crescent actually points to Mecca, or understand the religious significance of this orientation. A crescent that points the direction to Mecca is a very familiar construct in the Islamic world. Because Muslims face Mecca for prayer, every mosque is built around a Mecca direction indicator called a mihrab. The classic mihrab is crescent shaped. Here are the two most famous mihrabs in the world:

Crescent publicity shot and Islamic crescent and star
Left: the Mihrab of the Prophet, at the Prophet’s mosque in Medina. Right: the mihrab of the Great Mosque in Cordoba Spain.

Face into the crescent to face Mecca

As with the Medina and Cordoba mihrabs, a person facing into the Crescent of Embrace will be facing Mecca. In the image below, superimposed red lines show the orientation of the Flight 93 crescent. The green qibla circle is from an online Mecca-direction calculator:

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A person standing between the tips of the crescent and facing into the center of the crescent (red arrow) will be facing almost exactly in “qibla” direction (the Muslim prayer direction). You can verify the qibla direction from Somerset PA using any number of on-line Mecca-direction calculators.

To be precise, the Crescent of Embrace points 1.8° north of Mecca, ± a tenth of a degree. The final construction drawings alter this orientation slightly, so that instead of pointing a little less than two degrees north of Mecca, the actual crescent will point less than three degrees south of Mecca. Such small deviations from Mecca are insignificant by Islamic standards, which developed over a period of more than a thousand years during which far flung Muslims had no accurate way to determine the direction to Mecca.

The Park Service does not call the Crescent of Embrace a crescent anymore. Now they call it Circle of Embrace, but the only actual change was to add an extra arc of trees (planted to the rear of a person facing into the giant crescent) that explicitly represents a broken off part of the circle. The unbroken part of the circle, what symbolically remains standing in the wake of 9/11, is just the original Crescent of Embrace. It is still a giant Islamic shaped crescent, still pointing at Mecca.

This is the Park Service’s official explanation for the design: the terrorist attacks are depicted as smashing our peaceful circle and turning it into a giant crescent. A clearer depiction of Islamic victory is hard to imagine, so no one should be too surprised that the damned thing points to Mecca, and actually turns out to be a mosque.

Other mosque features

Mosque design is based on a dozen typical mosque features, every one of which is realized in the Crescent/Circle design, all on the same epic scale as the half mile wide crescent-mihrab. Note, for instance, that the 93 foot tall minaret-like Tower of Voices is topped with another Islamic-shaped crescent, akin to the crescent-topped minarets seen in many Islamic countries:

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An Islamic shaped crescent, soaring in the sky above the symbolic lives of the 40 heroes, which literally dangle down below. In Islam, there is only heaven and hell. Symbolic damnation?

The Flight 93 mosque needs to be stopped, along with the Islamic victory mosque at ground zero in Manhattan. May the fight against these two desecrations strengthen each other.

Sincerely,

Tom Burnett Senior
Loving father of Flight 93 hero Tom Burnett Junior

Pamela’s Atlas Shrugs post includes a second letter from Mr. Burnett, thanking her for her help and passing on some information about the design selection process. (The vote for was 9 to 6 from a judging panel where family members were outnumbered 8-7 by left wing design professionals.)

Want to join our blogburst against the crescent mosque?

Just send your blog’s url.

There is also an online petition that people can sign.

Contact information for the Flight 93 Memorial Project here.

Ten Gallon Hat Tip to Nice Deb

“Honestly,” Maggie said. “Who’s going to clean up all of this trash? These Congressmen and Senators sure made a mess in the streets when they shredded those old papers, didn’t they?”

The two were sitting on a bench across New Jersey Avenue from the Capitol Building, watching remnants of the founding documents float and flitter, tossed by a blustery wind.

They were old enough to know they weren’t welcome in that area, but still too young to give a flying fig if anyone cared. Besides, who’s going to arrest them? After the riots, the police had either quit or joined one side or the other. The patrols those days consisted of United Nations troops who wore their body armor and carried full autos. Two old homeless geezers posed no threat. The threat had come from within and now that everyone had picked sides and the civil war was on full scale, if you didn’t carry anything worth stealing, almost everyone left you alone. It’s funny how anarchy works if you don’t play a part.

The crusty pair knew they were in danger, but they somehow pushed those thoughts to the recesses of their minds. Or mayhap they knew full well, but entertained the danger like some 65 year old bungee jumpers.

“Yup, You’ve gotta hand it to ‘em. They sure know how to throw a party.” Then Maggie added, ‘You wanna head over to the park? I hear there’s a card game and I wouldn’t mind going to Andy’s Place to see some Flopping Aces by fire light.”

The old man, who had been quiet to this point, finally spoke up. “Nah, I’m tired and you know, I’m not in the mood to hear Gorges’ Grouse tonight. That guy’s always moanin’ about something.”

Hey, do you remember when I worked for Goomba News Network as a paper boy? We used to run halfway across town to have lunch at Grandpa John’s with that girl, who was it? I’ll never forget old what’s-her-name. Ha! Oh yea, Nice Deb. Anyway, we used to eat lunch at that diner, The Sundries Shack and then run over to Fishersville. Mike always loved going over there, remember? We would play that game YankeePhil made up; Track-A-‘Crat I think he called it, never made any sense, that game.”

“Yea” she said. “It was fun though. One time, I was chasing a ball and I jumped the fence into that little Backyard. Conservative couple lived there. I remember the lady yelling at me, ‘Woman Honor Thyself’ she said. Maybe I should have listened to her. Look at me now. Ah well, I never was The Thinker that you are, Harold.”

“Then how come it’s you that keeps a journal?” he asked. “You remember when we crashed the car into The Foundry? I would have given a thousand dollar bill for Paps Thoughts after we nursed that heap home that night with the busted radiator.”

“Ha! You don’t remember too well do ya?” Maggie corrected. “Pap was drunk and passed out in Carol’s Closet! He was sure pissed the next day though, ‘Not one dollar. NOT ONE RED CENT am I giving you to fix that jalopy you call an automobile!’ he said, and he meant it.”

Harold gave a couple of Sharp Elbows to the side.  “Har! *cough* Quit it. You’ll make me hack up a lung with talk like that. Heh heh.”

“There you go again, trying to bring out My Bossier side. I’m not here to coddle you mister. I’m in survival mode, don’ cha know. Now git yer ass up an’ let’s go. We’ve still got to Discover the Networks around here if we gonna stay alive in this new world. If we were still working for Paco Enterprises, the old man would be havin’ none of your sloth and I don’t mean to either. It’s going to be dark soon and we need some shelter. You know it ain’t safe in that there Capitol Building now that all o’ them Obama flies moved in.”

“Files,” He said.

“What?”

“Not flies, files. The Oh, bama FILES” He slowed it down for her. “They moved those files in there for storage. Don’t you member? That’s why come they got all them extra military types around here.”

“Yea, I remember” She mumbled. “Well what do you want to do then?”

“There’s always the Jefferson Memorial. No-one goes there anymore and I stashed a pry bar over there to open one of the lower sashes with.”

“Well, ain’t you just The Live Wyer! When were you planning on letting me in on this particular Volokh Conspiracy?” She admonished him with a not-so playful slap to the back of his head.

“Owww! Take ‘er easy there Mama, I told you didn’t I? Now let’s mosey. Those camos over there ain’t looking too friendly.”

They both got up slowly, exaggerating their age with the charade of pain that comes with practice. Act like you’re feeble and hurting and you’re not a threat. At least, that was the theory. Problem was it wasn’t far from the truth.

Harold stooped to pick up Maggie’s Notebook from the bench and they turned south toward Independence Avenue. “We’d better get moving” he said. It’ll be getting dark in a couple of hours and I don’t wanna see any o’ them Moonbatterys tonight.

The Conservative Lady began walking beside him and they picked up speed. Neither one turned to look at the guards pacing about the Capitol steps, hoping they wouldn’t follow.

“Do you remember when we had the internet Harold?”

“Yea, we were some blogging fools weren’t we?”

“That we were honey; that we were.”

“Once there were people who advanced the cause of freedom wasn’t there? Right Klik, IMAO, John Lott’s Website, Fausta’s Blog, pamibe, The Anchoress.”

“Can’t forget those excellent writers,” she said.

“Da Techguy, WyBlog, thelotusblog, Liberalguy, blonde sagacity, theblogprof,” he remembered aloud.

“Yea, and the newcomers like Libertarian Buddha and Lilac Sunday showed so much promise.”

“I know babe.”

“It’s a shame all of that is gone now.”

“Yup,” he said. “So it Goes.  In Shreveport, they’ve still got electricity, I hear,” changing the subject.

“Maybe they’ve got the internet there too,” she said.

“Heh, Who are they going to email, each other? No-one else has power.”

“You got a point there.”

They turned west onto Independence Avenue and began the mile and a half trek to the Memorial. The once scenic surroundings, majestic trees and marble facades of the historic buildings had taken on a new meaning, as if to mark the past greatness of America with some cryptic Signal.  94 blocks away, Jefferson waited for them, as patient and secretive, as he was in life. Harold and Maggie walked on astride, knowing they needed shelter before dark. The ones who roamed the night weren’t as friendly as the camos. It was best not to be seen at all after dark.

Just off the street, Maggie caught a glimpse of movement. She tugged at Harold’s arm to stop. They both looked on as a little field rabbit foraged in one of the parks along the way. Maggie wondered what the little bunni made of its new surroundings.  An Amusing Bunni’s Musings of the brave new world, she thought. No doubt the bunni was able to find more humor than they.

The pair moved on, amazingly un-accosted, finally turning left onto Raoul Wallenberg, then Maine Ave, and then right onto East Basin.

There was old Thomas, laid on his side by the rioters or some unknown force of explosion. The once mighty pillars that held his bronze likeness in a cage now lay strewn about and broken like so many logs in a forester’s harvest. Thomas was free and yet remained. It was as if he couldn’t bear to leave the home he’d become accustomed to, much like the people of the country he had a hand in founding. When it came time for them to rise to the challenge he issued 200 years ago, they forgot what price freedom demands.

Lain off to one side, an engraving remained. Words of the great American Thinker, philosopher, Architect, statesman and President:

“We hold these truths to be self-evident that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain inalienable rights, among these are life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness, that to secure these rights governments are instituted among men. We…solemnly publish and declare, that these colonies are and of right ought to be free and independent states…And for the support of this declaration, with a firm reliance on the protection of divine providence, we mutually pledge our lives, our fortunes, and our sacred honour.”

Harold remembered once more the last time he saw the memorial intact and shuddered. “How could we lose our sacred honor?” He wondered

Another dusty panel still remained as well. Harold brushed off the debris.

“Almighty God hath created the mind free…All attempts to influence it by temporal punishments or burthens…are a departure from the plan of the Holy Author of our religion…No man shall be compelled to frequent or support any religious worship or ministry or shall otherwise suffer on account of his religious opinions or belief, but all men shall be free to profess and by argument to maintain, their opinions in matters of religion. I know but one code of morality for men whether acting singly or collectively.”

“Maybe one day those words will again hold meaning, Maggie.”

They crawled over and under the pillars and stones around to the side of the memorial. Harold rummaged around beneath some brush and produced the pry bar he had promised. They each looked around to make sure no-one was looking on and Harold began working on the means of entrance to their new shelter.

[Note: this is the third and last in a series of experiments in linking (Rule 2). The first two are Robo-Love Experiment #1 and Robo-Love Experiment #2. Please excuse the use of poetic license. No resemblance was meant to any real persons, Maggie especially, it just served as a convenient way to work in your blog title. I hope you don't mind.

And my apologies for being so dark lately. It's just my attempt to wake some folks up.]

Over the past eleven months, a recurring theme of mine has been to ruminate on the perils of big government and what we can do to combat the over reaching arm of federal encroachments on our liberty and freedom. Since some of you are new to the blog, and since I transferred quite a few of those essays from the old site yesterday, I thought I would take the opportunity to point you to the “Prime” tab which will hold links to those essays for your reference.

As an introduction, in reverse order of appearance, here are ten essays on

The Perils of Big Government


Note also that within the “Prime” tab are what I consider to be some of the best writing by other bloggers I’ve run across in my travels. I don’t always have time or think of bookmarking a post so the list is a bit short for now. Most of my time online lately is focused on defeating the Godzilla of a government we’ve been growing, so if your wondrous work is absent, please take no offense at the omission, it may be that I simply haven’t read that particular work or wasn’t in a situation where I was able to make a note. Either way, the fault I’m sure, lies with me.

In addition to the random readings titled “From Other Blogs,” my friends at The Resistance have been very busy assembling valuable information for us to use and peruse. Those links will be posted on “Prime” also as they come available. I will try to make a note of when I make an addition to the “Prime” tab here on the front page but do check out that page from time to time as I may have forgotten to make note. They don’t call me “Mind-Numbed” for nothing.

Carol, over at No Sheeples Here truly is standing guard over liberty. One needs no further proof than to read her admonishment to the media and, yes, to many of us bloggers over the deafening silence she heard when the news surfaced that some 73,000 blogs were shut down by our benevolent government.

What in the world!?

This is indeed, to use the regime’s favorite word, historic, unprecedented is a word I would add. An entire server on the allegations that an unspecified number of the clients were sharing copyrighted material?

I would quote from the article in question but you should read Carol’s post and follow the link from her site.

Needless to say, I believe this to be more Jack-Booted thuggery from the Obama regime.

Next:

There is another post on Carol’s site that deserves your attention as well, all of them actually, but this one she asked me to share, so I will gladly do so. It seems that while rummaging around in what must be a vast collection of artwork and saved articles from the web she ran across a piece that struck a chord of truth and begged for action.

I agree, Carol. That post is here.

Note:

On a personal note, I had planned to finish the Robo-Love Experiment series today, but the news of the server being taken down prompted me to switch to archive mode. I’ll be grabbing as much as I can from the old blog (just in case) before I do anything else so, it’s uncertain if I can get to it what with normal chores and the various and sundry. Life does interfere with blogging now and again.

The sun rose over the east lawn with the fusion of orange and turquoise. The light filtered through the trees and passed though the bullet-proof windows. The little boy rolled over, snuggled his pillow and curled up tight in a fetal position, smug in the knowledge that he had fooled all those from the east coast to westward, past The Lights of Albuquerque and past the Gateway. Pundit after Pundit & Pundette alike would soon be hot on his trail to refute the lies strewn about like Hansel and Gretel’s breadcrumbs, except in this case, the crumbs are obfuscation and subterfuge, not to leave a trail home, but to obscure the path, to lead those who would follow them astray. Such is his mission and he enjoys it, thank you very much.

Shhhhh, the boy may still be sleeping. Dreaming perhaps of fishing: “Hey kid nice fish. What’d you use for bait?”

“Well, I Caught Him With A Corndog, mister.”

Or he may be dreaming of Hummers & Cigarettes or perhaps some Innominatus creature. Either way, it’s best to let him sleep as much as possible because of the destruction that follows when he’s awake.

This morning’s Front Page Magazine will report that the boy is mad. Everything Is Backwards, they will say. He is full of Drunken Wisdom and The Observer will note the fact that the boy betrays his lies by his very deeds but still holds to the narrative. Such is the manner of the illusion. Some people only see what they wish to see, making the charlatan’s job that much easier.

A close examination, Viewed From The Right with open eyes and an open mind is all that is required to see through the veil of hypocrisy. Is there available some talisman or possibly something resembling The Black Sphere portrayed in the Lord of the Rings to see what the future holds for the man-child? He certainly goes on about his business with the confidence of someone sure of their destiny. There is no Primordial Slack or sloth-like quality to his character, though some would say there is.

I beg to differ.

Even when he plays, there is a purpose in the game. Whatever he does Outside The Beltway is not just Potluck, it is all by design and that’s not just One Conservative Estimate. Many hold and espouse this very view. Intelligent, insightful folk like Phil Kerpen, Michelle Malkin, Doug Ross, Cynthia Yockey, Breitbart.com, Cassy Fiano, Theo Spark,  Cobb, Bride of Rove, Moe Lane, Tabitha Hale and Trestin Meacham have all put forth their belief that the little boy is purposefully dismantling America, so don’t discount the Thoughts of a Regular Guy as naïve. You may say what They Say / We Say is obtuse, but you would be wrong. Even a Neanderthal like The TrogloPundit can see through the mist of confoundment.

Everything the boy does is meant to destroy. Like a child taking apart a toy to examine its inner workings, but this one is well aware of the machinery inside. He has studied the gears and knows exactly what buttons to push to derail the train of freedom. He continually redefines words like equality and justice to suit his own ends. He and his ilk don’t consider themselves bound by the same laws we hold ourselves to, instead choosing which ones they would enforce and when. Take the illegal immigration issue for example, where the petulant youngster tries to subvert our heritage; his wish is to overwhelm our borders much like the storyline in the novel The Camp Of The Saints. This and all the other infractions must not be endured. Who will stand? Who will fight? Has your ire risen to five feet of fury? Well it must rise higher still. We must protect our liberty as a Grizzly Mama protects her cubs. We must fight like the Jedi and even call on Obi’s Sister to join us. The difference is the Jedi were out-numbered and we are not. We are not The Lonely Conservative any longer. We are The Resistance. We are The People’s Cube, assembled and ready for some Smash Mouth Politics employing the Critical Political Thinking necessary to regain our freedom. Didn’ I Tell You? I am William Wallace reborn, as are you, and you, and you.

CARPE DIEM my friends! Si Vis Pacem! There comes a Storm Bringer and he is us! We bring Snark And Boobs to the party and will not be silenced! We have our captains and our soldiers: Hack Wilson, Little Miss Attila, An American Lion, teresamerica, The War Planner, The Sniper and the Washington Rebel. We’re all hanging at The Saloon seated at Randy’s Roundtable with The Classic Liberal making battle plans. Join with us for a brew and some talk of Blue Collar Philosophy and good olde American values.

This is not just Hot Air. Our enemies will know our thoughts and demands by word or at Saberpoint. Which do you chose? I can be The Freeman only to the point to which I lay claim to freedom and I understand the price of liberty is high.

I am ready to walk down Eternity Road with you my brothers and sisters. As DeanO constantly reminds us, the Lord Jesus is with us. Let us walk together, for if we do not make this our cause, a cause will be chosen for us. Such is the yolk of slavery. We must poke out the Eye of Polyphemus much as Odysseus in the old Greek story or we too will be trapped in his cave to be eaten at his leisure.

Sooner or later Atlas Shrugs and it is your turn to bear the weight of the world. We all must stand to the challenge, bear the weight together, for none of us alone can manage. Preparations must be made now for the coming struggle.

As the Teacher said:

“Cast thy Bread Upon the Waters and upon the land, for thou shalt find it after many days” (Eccles. 11:1)

Oil your lamps!

[This is the second in a series. The first can be found here.]

[The third installment is here.]

Worth watching again, and again.


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