Rule 2

Happy Blog Day to ‘Bot…

Happy Blog Day to ‘Bot…

Happy Blog Day you drun-ken auto-ma-ton…

Happy Blog Day to ‘Bot.

*hic*

Thank you, thank you. You shouldn’t have. Really.

“Speech! Speech!”

Well, if you insist.

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There once was a somewhat shy *cough* never outspoken *hack* designer/drummer *blech* who could no longer withhold his views from the world, or at least the few people outside his circle of friends who might listen to those opinions. He felt compelled to begin an online journal to hopefully spare some of his close friends from the verbal outrage at what was happening in America. Once started on that journal, it soon became a journey, to where no-one knows, but for now has been a source of developing friendships and personal edification that he will never forget or regret.

I, being he, have met some fine patriotic people online in the blogging community and have come in contact through their writings with many more whom I probably will never have the opportunity to meet. That is no fault of any one, it’s just an observance that the number of conservative bloggers is growing. This is a good thing. I love it.

Unlike Stacy McCain, of The Other McCain, I have no aspirations of taking over the entire blogosphere, though I certainly don’t hold it against him that he wishes to do so. More power to you Stacy. I simply want to add my voice to the many who are crying out that our government has been transformed from its original purpose and was/is being further transformed in an exponentially quicker pace into the monster our Founders warned us against. That fight still remains. To what end is a matter on which I pray daily. Can I get an Amen?

I’m happy you have all accepted my quirky, jerky, rambling attempts at humor and hopefully motivational or educational essays and rants. You really know how to make an abby-normal guy feel welcome. As Carol of No Sheeples Here likes to say, I’m proud to be standing guard over liberty with all of you.

Thinking on how to commemorate the first anniversary of my online life, I thought I might trace back and find a few highlights to share with you. A sort of naked baby pictures type of thing, except without the baby, or the naked.

OK, some will be babes, and some will be nearly naked.

Looking at the stat counter at the old site, I see the most popular post was a video found at iOwnTheWorld that is still the funniest takeoff of Babes in Toyland I’ve ever seen. iOwnTheWorld also gave the Robot a huge present on Christmas Day by linking their entire graphic to the Robot. I know they didn’t have to do that and was nearly glued to the site meter Christmas Day watching the hits come in. What a freaking nerd I am. 🙂

Thank You, iOwnTheWorld.

Speaking of babes, coming in a close second was a post titled Christina Hendricks vs Adriana Lima vs Megan Fox, which, now that I’ve linked it again here, all you babe watchers will hit it some more and possibly bump it past the other post. Sex does sell. I’ve learned this fact from Stacy McCain’s post on How to Get a Million Hits on Your Blog in Less Than a Year. Yes, folks, Rule 5 is alive and well at Mind-Numbed Robot, and is sitting on the porch, drinking a beer, watching the babes go by thankyouverymuch.

The third most popular post from the other site was a quickie from an email which happened to include some more hotness. It was picked up by The Dailey Gator and Bob Belvedere and was entitled License For Your House Included in Cap and Tax!

If I had to pick, the one post from the old site that gave me the most satisfaction was Reclaiming the American Spirit which was picked up and quoted from again by Bob, along with dozens of other bloggers who were shouting against the tyranny taking place in the form of Health Care Reform. I remember the pride I felt being included in the company of those proud patriots, knowing in my heart the love of freedom we all feel and the anger and desperation we all had at that very moment. I know we still do, but this is a happy day, right? RIGHT!?

The fourth most popular post from the old site was a few nice ladies holding flags. What could be so menacing? I felt like it was linked by damn near the entire blogiverse, including The Troglopundit, Obi’s Sister, The Daley Gator, The Other McCain, Fishersville Mike and American Power.

Almost everywhere that is, except Instapundit, as Lance noted in one of the more backhandedly selfish comments I’ve seen at the Robot:

Could somebody get this guy an Instalance, please? I could use the instaseconds.

Ha! That Troglopundit. What a card. Always hitching a ride on someone else’s train. But who am I to judge? It seems to be working for him. Maybe one day I’ll have the opportunity to buy my favorite unfrozen caveman a beer.

Dot Com…

The Robot moved to the new digs on April 26 this year. Four months ago. The old site had 9,400 unique visits according to Sitemeter at the time. I have no idea if that’s good, bad or what in the big scheme of things. Since the move the traffic has tripled and I have no doubt that it’s due to the help from my friends at The Resistance: Steve, Matt, Mike, Doug, Chris and the ever campaigning Russ. Not to mention my fellow Gulf Coast neighbors Jeffrey and Red. Thank you guys for the links and encouragement.

The top four posts on the new site so far are:

  1. Daisy Fuentes Pictures Day– for obvious reasons.
  2. Rule 5 Saturday – Julia Stiles – see above.
  3. Someone Said This Was Funny– someone on Stumbleupon loves this pic. Someone else on Stumbleupon hates this pic. I tell you what, Bub, I hate it too, but not because its defaming your favorite President.
  4. Dennis Prager Q & A At University of Denver– a great lesson. The great lesson? Certainly one of them.

My personal favorite posts from the past four months were the Robo-Love Experiments #1, #2 & #3. Of the 3 I like the third the best. They were a lot of fun and a challenge at the same time, even if, as Belvedere says, I need help with my naming conventions.

I’m over a thousand words now in what was going to be a quick “thank you for your support” post, and I’m sure I missed a bunch of folks who need a good thanking, including the frequent commenters like  Bunni, Opie and Georges.

If I missed you, please feel free to cajole your spouse, significant other or some bum on the street to give you a solid thanking for me, right smack on the backside, where you’ll remember it.

Thanks again for visiting the Robot. It’s been a memorable first year. I’m proud to be among you who will stand up and say No More!

Tomorrow it’s back to the trenches for me. In the mean time, show some Robo-Love and BUY A FREAKIN’ T-SHIRT!

Or, as Stacy and Smitty like to say, HIT THE TIP JAR!

Cheers! ~ ‘Bot

UPDATE:

Thanks to Chris Muir for the mighty DayByDay mention. You Rawk!


UPDATE II:

I’ve added Chris’s strip featuring the ‘bot and while I’m here I wanted to mention a few other bloggers who have helped your humble host maintain his sanity while we watch with horror and still struggle against the Dem-olition of our country.

And So it Goes in Shreveport

Bride of Rove

Doug Ross @ Journal

Eye of Polyphemus

Kristin’s Mishmash

Left Coast Resistance

Legalize The Constitution

Liberalguy

Libertarian Buddha

Little Miss Attila

Maggie’s Notebook

Potluck

Proof Positive

Pundit & Pundette

Reaganite Republican

Republican Redefined

Signal 94

Si Vis Pacem

teresamerica

The Lights of Albuquerque

The Observer

The War Planner

They Say / We Say

Villainous Company

Washington Rebel

Woman Honor Thyself

Woodsterman

YankeePhil

Oh, and look what Bob gave me, gee, just what I always wanted. Kari Byron portraying Freddie Kruger.

Thanks Bob. I’ll cherish her as long as I live, which may not be long. This is like owning a toy that can’t be toyed with. Something tells me your female offspring are to be feared, my friend.

That contraption on her hand says she’ll do the popping of these balloons, don’t you know.

The symbolism here is too deep for my circuitry. I feel a few transistors going into overload.

Must. Stop. Staring. At. Kari.

OK, enough update. My boss is coming. Shhhh. Kari, watch out with those pointy things already! Shh!

It’s been a little while since I’ve done a link fest. Really not sure I’ve done any at all since the trilogy of Robo-Love Experiments #1, #2 & #3 that turned out to be a big hit with my friends in the blogosphere. Happy you guys liked them.

This one however will be a bit simpler and just offer a sincere thank you to all the blogs that have linked your humble ‘bot in the past month or so.

Thank You Very Much!

The Other McCain

Pundit and Pundette

The Camp of the Saints

The Daley Gator

Villainous Company

Motor City Times

American Power

Adrienne’s Corner

Doug Ross

Conservative Hideout

Moonbattery

Caught Him With A Corndog

Washington Rebel

Liberal Guy

Classic Liberal

No Sheeples Here!

Reaganite Repulblican

The Current

The Troglopundit – Hey, watch the robot jokes there, buddy. 🙂

Eye of Polyphemus

Trestin Meacham

Obi’s Sister

Right Klik

Maggies Notebook

Paco Enterprises

WyBlog

So It Goes in Shreveport

Nice Deb

Amusing Bunni

Pamib

Proof Positive

Lonely Conservative

MAinfo

Teresamerica

Libertarian Buddha

The Sniper

Kristin’s Mishmash – Belated blogroll addition. – Another programming error corrected.

The Volokh Conspiracy

Bride of Rove

Nation of Cowards

The Thinker

Little Miss Attila

Smash Mouth Politics

Yankee Phil

TheySay/WeSay

If I missed any one, please let me know.

Keep up the fight!

Oversight Update:

Conservative Perspective

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Someone taught me how to treat my friends.

This just may qualify for a Rule 5 posting. Tune in Sunday to find out!

This week the featured blog belongs to a blogger/campaigner who walks the walk to back up the conservative and patriotic talk.

The best thing I can say about Opus#6’s blog is that she isn’t scared to say what’s on her mind. And if she is saying it, you can take it to the bank. You know from the first moment at her site the love of family and country this lady has. Plus, the people who frequent the comment section at her place are some of the most loyal and well informed out there.

It also doesn’t hurt that, dare I say – she probably wouldn’t want me to but, da-yum. Opie’s hot!

There I said it. And I’m not ashamed one iota.

Smart, conservative and mucho-attractive. What a combination!

Oh, and did I mention her exquisite taste in Rule 5?

Pay her site a visit and see for yourself. MAinfo is just a click away.

Bookmark it!

Blogroll it!

Visit early and visit often!

I’ll see you in the comment section, where all the cool people and robots hang out.

Please enjoy the music while your constitution and country are destroyed from within. Thank you.

Can this go on?

Here’s one cause.

And another.

And another.

It’s been brewing for a while.

And someone thinks it’s funny.

We’re not laughing.

Matt, the proprietor of the blog Conservative Hideout has shown himself to be a great friend to this lowly robot over the last few months through his helpful re-tweeting and constant linkage. Plus he’s just an all around nice guy with a great passion for our country and the cause of conservatism. So this week Matt, or as he is known on Twitter, “MrEvilMatt” and his blog are hereby awarded the dubious honor of Featured Blog of the Week. Please be sure to click the mini banner at the top right often. You will be rewarded with a pot of gold and a leprechaun.

Thanks also to all of you who clicked through to last weeks featured blog, “Caught Him With A Corndog.” I hope you played nicely over in Red’s neck of the woods.

“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.]

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.]

Can you handle the truth? – From Eternity Road:  Making Amends: A Mini-Manifesto

The Daley Gator has what Adrienne calls “A good start” punctuated with a picture of porkiness. Darcprynce also found a telling video.

Opie is getting all Rule 5 on us and calls out some more shenanigans from Eric Holder

Red has a monster linkfest over at Corndog wherein she graciously links the ‘bot, TYVM. Be sure to wish her a belated Happy Birthday also.

The Other McCain hasn’t so much lost a daughter as he’s gained a son and the always adept Smitty manages a FMJRA with a hangover (guessing about the hangover – projection on my part. I know I would be) What’s with all the whining Smitty? Someone didn’t link one of you posts? I’ll admit, It is worthy of linkage.

Proof Positive hammers a couple of great posts on two blogs. What is he, ambidextrous or something?

RightKlik has the list of nominees posted for vetting before tomorrows poll. Time to make your voices heard. And bring your justification.

Ruby Slippers has some stats she’d like to share with you.

Are We Reliving the 1930’s

Gateway Pundit waves goodbye to the first oil rig to abandon the Gulf. This is just the beginning.

Bob Belvedere has a case of the Red Eye with good reason.

Donald Douglas put a good scare in me. Then promptly redeemed himself. *Whew* Close one.

Victor the Contractor, posted something or another about a Democrat the free mark… – Dayum she’s hot!

Kristen Bell stopped by to say hello to Jamie. I’m sure she was on her way to my place.

Live! “Sex,” Onstage!

Maggie’s got a scoop.

Steve has really been doing some fine work lately calling out Obama’s preferential treatment, unintended consequences of going green and more on the Global Warming fraud

A Nation of Cowards questions the possibility of NASA’s race based initiative?

I warn you not to mess with the Jedi Princess.

If you saw a heat wave, would you wave back? Carol want’s to know.

Saberpoint has OilBama’s new theme song!

Are they just ate up with stupid in the New York City Hall?

Is the tent too big? Maybe that’s the problem.

Lance has a request. I’ll add that yes, I want one too, so double the order.

Move along Citizen, move along…

We missed the cut on this list, but oh well, we’ll take the high ground and double link back.

Krisitn has a lineup of GA candidates for you.

That’s it. I’m outta here. Have you seen a Bunni around here?

Late Entry: Libertarian Buddha has moved to WordPress! devo [lution]

Correcting an omission/ synaptic misfire: Bride of Rove ponders a Sublime Irony and offers another selection of loose thoughts and links of her own.

OK. One more. Just added Conservative Perspective to the blogroll. He’s got some great head bangin’ metal music going on at his place right now, if you’re so inclined.

The blogosphere is chock-full of awesome. See for yourself.

Gorges Smythe opines on what we Christians should have as our first priority:

…At least for those folks who consider themselves Christians, the most important angle in all this is being mostly over-looked—making sure as many people as possible are prepared to meet their maker, whenever it happens!…

Obi’s Sister calls out Obummer:

He knew from Day 1 the severity of the oil spill, but did nothing. Even in the face of dismal disaster, a nominally Presidential-type President knows to at least put on his big boy pants and stand by Americans hurt by tragedy. Perhaps if the Gulf-bordering states had been full of Democrats, he’d have acted faster, if at all.

The American Thinker warns us: Don’t be fooled by Obama’s perceived incompetence. (H/T Obi’s Sister)

Doug of The Daley Gator, has a new radio show!

Aristocrats!

Bread Upon The Waters has a great parody video. Stand with Israel!

Red, over at Caught Him With a Corndog calls out Paul McCartney for jumping on the blame Bush bandwagon. Don’t hold back Red.

Liberalguy has the common sense intel plus some babes. Can you find ’em?

The robot + mustache photo comes via email from The Lights Of Albuquerque, who offers a suggestion: “If you lack a mustache, grow one quickly to defeat all that debate you.”

– Heh,  I’ll take that under advisement, Jeff. And thanks for the laugh.

Bob Belvedere asks us to Help Save Mosab Yousef

Runner up for Headline of the Week goes to Steve at Motor City Times:

Dueling Mottos: Obama’s “Yes, We Can” and The US Constitution’s “No, You Can’t”

Bada-BING!

MCT also had a great analysis of why it’s as costly or even more so to pursue electric vehicles. Hint: It’s the lithium stupid!

Excellent work Steve.

Dirty Money Mansion ~ Take the Tour Of Obama’s Chicago Neighborhood

Government Unions vs Taxpayers

WARNING: This Flag Is More Than A Piece Of Cloth

You know, for a guy with ADHD, that Snarky Basterd sure makes sense:

There once was a land far away, in which principled men established a civilization like no other seen before it, and no other seen since.

It was a civilization in which the rule of law allowed for human beings, endowed by their creator, to set forth on their own journeys, to pursue their own interests, to hone their own talents and succeed by the comforting sweat of their own brows and the rewarding agony of their own thoughts.

R.S. McCain offers up some reading suggestions and techniques,

and a rather thoughtful exaltation of one W.F. Buckley. Highly recommended. Hit the tip jar!

Headline of the Week goes to  Little Miss Attila:

Let Us Now Praise Great Breasts <— Yes. Let’s!

More? OK. Sarah Palin’s Pups

Reaganite Republican found a clip of Sarah Palin, the Killa from Wasilla” slamming Obummer’s incompetence.”

ACORN Election Fraud? Who would believe a silly thing like that?

Left Wing Feminist Says Republican Women Are “A Blow To Feminism”

Lipton T. Bagg finds a teachable moment:

It’s a shame our culture is so fixated on “plausible deny-ability” and other such bovine feces. People fear for their jobs, their reputations, their re-election – all over simple mistakes.  People can understand and forgive a honest error – especially one admitted with remorse and resolve to do better.  But if you’re just plain dishonest or a “fukk-up”, then you deserve the outcome of your actions.  Karma, baby.

I’m Just a Spill

I’m just a spill.
Yes, I’m only a spill.
And I’m bearing down on Capitol Hill…

Sobering

You know what? I can link straight to the front page of this site knowing that whatever you land on will be top notch,  spot-on, Grade-A analysis. It’s. Just. That. Good.

The Thinker ponders GDP as it relates to life expectancy:

Correlation does not imply causation, but there are some pretty good arguments that can be made to support the notion that higher GDP produces longer life expectancy.

The Troglopudit, always on the prowl for undisclosed information, wonders:

Where’s that sewer line come out?

Oh, and I want one of these.

Jamie Jeffords is a funny guy. Here is his opening salvo regarding a conspiracy theory surrounding SC Democrat nominee Alvin Green:

The South Carolina Democratic Party is now fantasizing that unknown, unemployed Army veteran, and pending felon Alvin Greene, who surprisingly won Tuesday’s Senatorial primary is a GOP plant. The standard bearer for this theory? US House Majority whip Jim Clyborn, who dedicated habit of finding racist conspirators to blame for anything he does not like makes Sheila Jackson Lee look like the poster girl for MENSA.

Guffaw! SJL? MENSA? Michael Berry needs to get wind of this…

As per The War Planner, this is Too good to pass up…

Cry Freedom Video: Today is the Day to Cry for America

Finally Boehner Speaks Out: “Bush Tax Cuts Did Not Lead to Deficit”

Chris Wysocki nails the tenure vs. merit argument:

Base hiring and firing decisions on merit and accomplishment. Merely breathing for longer than the other guy is not a rational employment criteria. ~ emphasis everyone with a brain.

Washington Rebel wonders if it is Time to Jail the Dissent:

Foreign Ministry reports circulating in the Kremlin today are warning that an already explosive situation in the United States is about to get a whole lot worse as a new law put forth by President Obama is said capable of seeing up to 500,000 American citizens jailed for the crime of opposing their government.

GrEaT sAtAn”S gIrLfRiEnD is pondering the Iranian sanctions while stylin’ in da salon.

Speaking of righteous rants, Bride of Rove is watching the horror show from the breakfast table. She isn’t digging on the plot line.

The rule of law is gone now. Can you feel it? The fringes of anarchy are filling in the vacuum left behind as our confidence in the rule of law dissipates. We no longer recognize and protect our land from foreigners. We no longer limit the power of the Executive Branch. People elected to office are not subject to the laws they make. Twelve million or more among us are here illegally and we have thrown up our hands and turned a blind eye to it. Instead we vilify the people trying to address the issues and fix the problems. We are punishing the producers.

Word to the wise. Do not piss this woman off.

Also, as recommended by the Bride, this outstanding depiction of civilizations’ rhythm of rise and demise, and our solemn duty to defend it. If you read nothing else in this list. READ THIS—> by Bill Whittle, The Undefended City.

There is a mountain of great reading out there. Too much for one post. Rest assured, if I missed you, it wasn’t on purpose, I just ran out of time. Now I’m late for work. Some welfare recipients are depending on me.

Cheers!

When you’ve had a long day at work. You’ve been telling yourself all day that when you get home you’ll write that essay running around in your head, or you’ll get busy on that Robo-Love linkfest that you’ve been meaning to do and you’ll take some time to catch up on all the other fine bloggers’ reports in the intricate interwebz at the same time.

But you know what? Some days you’re just too effin’ brain dead to do any of it.

And by “you” I mean “me.” Which is to say, there may be less than the usual minimal robo-output tonight. I’m going to recharge, drink some beer and maybe do some research, or not.

Hey, it’s OK. The three of you can find something to do while I’m gone.

Seriously though, I will do an honest to goodness Robo-Love this week sometime.

Cheers!

Goes to Bride of Rove, who sliced right through to the bone with this gem:

Carol isn’t buying the Sestack lies and neither am I. *shrug* We are full on into lawlessness now. This is what it looks like. They lie right to your face and no one will investigate. The press are in on it. This is what the fall of civilization looks like from the inside. This is societal decay in the last stages of rot. I remember thinking in the 80’s: What is it like to live in the USSR? You know they HAVE to know that nothing they read is true. They must sense that the reality they are living is in no way matching the lies politicians are feeding them every day. People who speak out are silenced or discredited. How soul eating is it to live in that machine?

Well? Now we know.

Emphasis mine. Spot on Madam. Spot. On.

Thanks to Pat at So It Goes in Shreveport who led me to Bride of Rove with this praise:

She could write out directions to build a computer (and probably has) and I’d read it with rapt attention.  She’s gifted.

I saw her site the other day (yesterday?) up at The Other McCain as the featured blog. Sorry to say I passed up an opportunty. Sometimes God just keeps puttin the carrot in front of you so you have no choice but to follow.

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