This report explains the context of the oft cited debate, between Obama and Keyes in the following Fall, in which Keyes faulted Obama for not being a â€œnatural born citizenâ€, and in which Obama, by his quick retort, â€œSo what? I am running for Illinois Senator, not the presidencyâ€, self-admitted that he was not eligible for the office.
Hey, did anyone else notice Pundit and Pundette passed the One Million hits mark? Congratulations Jill! That’s some great work you’re doing over there. Pundette found a great rare Christmas song Everybody’s waitin’ . . .
Iâ€™m curious. Is there some dark harm in believing in a virgin birth at that time, in that place, in those inconvenient circumstances? In believing in such a thing, am I inspired to fear and loathing, or might I share in an utterly unlikely miracle that makes me doubt my own goodnessâ€“ and to look up for answers instead of around for a stone?
Posting has been light of late here at the robot. A trend that is likely to continue until my batteries recharge. However, I do have a bit of time this morning to wish you all a very happy Thanksgiving from the bottom of my mechanical heart.
Here is a small list of Thanksgiving posts from the blogroll.
Anatomy of a Failing Presidency – HTLIT
I’m thankful for many things in life. To be in the company of fine folk such as yourselves, I count as a blessing. I raise a glass to all you patriotic friends and acquaintances. God bless us, everyone. And please God, Bless America.
First, a poll question: Does anyone use Google reader anymore? I’ve switched to one called Feedly, which pulls sources from Blogger Following, Twitter and Facebook. It’s been working pretty well, but I’m wondering, what do you guys use?
Iowahawk places himself on double secret suspended probation. Or something. And in the process, gets his-self an Instalanche! Congrats dood. Now if you could just un-re-dis-suspend yourself, you’ll be alright. Or at least as close as you were to alright before this whole unfortunate business started.
I just found out via The Anchoress, that Gateway Pundit is moving to Right Network.As of this writing, the site isn’t up yet, but the new address will be: http://gatewaypundit.rightnetwork.com/ Update your blogrolls!
I just read today that Czech glamor model Jana Defi aka Maria Swan / Princessa / Princzessa has retired! The Robot is overcome with anguish over this development, so to honor Miss Defi here are a few pictures of the lovely lass. We wish you well.
The Other McCain – She wins in my book! [Side note: I’ll be gald when the elections are over so I won’t have to look at Bill White, pretending to look at me anymore. Just saying’]
Cassy Fiano Chesser has the latest news on Project Valour IT Marine Team here, here, here, and here.
I participated in Project Valour IT last year and will be jumping in as soon as time allows me to install the necessary widgets and such. A very worthy cause. Meanwhile, make a donation over at Cassy’s place!
What do you think the Second Amendment is for? Stephen Broden was interviewed by CBS and appeared to back away from some earlier statements he made while stating a violent uprising â€œis not the first option,â€œ but it is â€on the table.â€
I’m disappointed that Pastor Broden is backing away from his earlier statements. (Or is that a bit of clever video editing?) He was right! I’m also surprised that no-one is bringing up the fact that the threat of a violent uprising is exactly why we have a Second Amendment. Take violence off the table and you have surrendered. That being said, violence is and should be, a last resort, after all constitutional measures are exhausted.
â€œHonestly,â€ Maggie said. â€œWhoâ€™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, didnâ€™t they?â€
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 werenâ€™t welcome in that area, but still too young to give a flying fig if anyone cared. Besides, whoâ€™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 didnâ€™t carry anything worth stealing, almost everyone left you alone. Itâ€™s funny how anarchy works if you donâ€™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.
â€œYup, Youâ€™ve gotta hand it to â€˜em. They sure know how to throw a party.â€ Then Maggie added, â€˜You wanna head over to the park? I hear thereâ€™s a card game and I wouldnâ€™t mind going to Andy’s Place to see some Flopping Aces by fire light.â€
The old man, who had been quiet to this point, finally spoke up. â€œNah, Iâ€™m tired and you know, Iâ€™m not in the mood to hear Gorges’ Grouse tonight. That guyâ€™s always moaninâ€™ about something.â€
â€œYeaâ€ she said. â€œIt 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, â€˜Woman Honor Thyselfâ€™ she said. Maybe I should have listened to her. Look at me now. Ah well, I never was The Thinker that you are, Harold.â€
â€œThen how come itâ€™s you that keeps a journal?â€ he asked. â€œYou 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.â€
â€œHa! You donâ€™t remember too well do ya?â€ Maggie corrected. â€œPap was drunk and passed out in Carol’s Closet! He was sure pissed the next day though, â€˜Not one dollar. NOT ONE RED CENT am I giving you to fix that jalopy you call an automobile!â€™ he said, and he meant it.â€
Harold gave a couple of Sharp Elbows to the side.Â â€œHar! *cough* Quit it. Youâ€™ll make me hack up a lung with talk like that. Heh heh.â€
â€œThere you go again, trying to bring out My Bossier side. Iâ€™m not here to coddle you mister. Iâ€™m in survival mode, donâ€™ cha know. Now git yer ass up anâ€™ letâ€™s go. Weâ€™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 havinâ€™ none of your sloth and I donâ€™t mean to either. Itâ€™s going to be dark soon and we need some shelter. You know it ainâ€™t safe in that there Capitol Building now that all oâ€™ them Obama flies moved in.â€
â€œFiles,â€ He said.
â€œNot flies, files. The Oh, bama FILESâ€ He slowed it down for her. â€œThey moved those files in there for storage. Donâ€™t you member? Thatâ€™s why come they got all them extra military types around here.â€
â€œYea, I rememberâ€ She mumbled. â€œWell what do you want to do then?â€
â€œThereâ€™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.â€
â€œWell, ainâ€™t you just The Live Wyer! When were you planning on letting me in on this particular Volokh Conspiracy?â€ She admonished him with a not-so playful slap to the back of his head.
â€œOwww! Take â€˜er easy there Mama, I told you didnâ€™t I? Now letâ€™s mosey. Those camos over there ainâ€™t looking too friendly.â€
They both got up slowly, exaggerating their age with the charade of pain that comes with practice. Act like youâ€™re feeble and hurting and youâ€™re not a threat. At least, that was the theory. Problem was it wasnâ€™t far from the truth.
Harold stooped to pick up Maggie’s Notebook from the bench and they turned south toward Independence Avenue. â€œWeâ€™d better get movingâ€ he said. Itâ€™ll be getting dark in a couple of hours and I donâ€™t wanna see any oâ€™ 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 wouldnâ€™t follow.
â€œDo you remember when we had the internet Harold?â€
â€œYea, we were some blogging fools werenâ€™t we?â€
â€œMaybe theyâ€™ve got the internet there too,â€ she said.
â€œHeh, Who are they going to email, each other? No-one else has power.â€
â€œYou got a point there.â€
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. Â 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 werenâ€™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 Haroldâ€™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.Â 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 foresterâ€™s harvest. Thomas was free and yet remained. It was as if he couldnâ€™t bear to leave the home heâ€™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:
â€œWe 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.â€
Harold remembered once more the last time he saw the memorial intact and shuddered. â€œHow could we lose our sacred honor?â€ He wondered
Another dusty panel still remained as well. Harold brushed off the debris.
â€œAlmighty 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.â€
â€œMaybe one day those words will again hold meaning, Maggie.â€
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.]
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 Gretelâ€™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: â€œHey kid nice fish. Whatâ€™d you use for bait?”
Or he may be dreaming of Hummers & Cigarettes or perhaps some Innominatus creature. Either way, itâ€™s best to let him sleep as much as possible because of the destruction that follows when heâ€™s awake.
This morningâ€™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 charlatanâ€™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.
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 donâ€™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.
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)
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