A Little This A Little That

So much to write about, so little motivation to do it.

It's snowing...predicted to be the first major storm of the season. Then again, the day before, we had record high temperatures near 80 degrees. So this storm will be akin to spit in the ocean. But the skiers are loving it. AlGore, not so much.

Occupy Wherever continues to generate brilliance and character from the left side of the aisle. Rock and bottle throwing in Oakland. An LA protester who wants to run all the Jews out of the US...another who thinks that if we were like North Korea (satellite photo above; repressive communist North Korea is the dark one, the booming capitalist South Korea is the lit-up one), we'd all have jobs and be happy and well-fed. Allegedly educated college students who want everything handed to them because they "deserve it" (proof that dumbed down education is alive and well on college campi). And the complaints from within various "Occupy" locations, of fellow travellers stealing from one another.

Heck, they're only taking socialist teachings of Marx, Lenin, Mao, Alinsky et al, to heart: to paraphrase it, "from those who have, to those who haven't". There should be no complaints about that from within; the Occupiers are supposed to be all about communal property and what not, right?

They are. Until their not the property pilferer, and the property pilfered is theirs. Ha.

Gaddafi is hosed, and some UN types have their panties in a wad over how he got dead. Hello...he got shot. That happens in violent overthrows. Any other questions? Appoint some more panels to study what's obvious to a second grade class in a charter school, and waste some more money, UN. That seems to be what you're best at.

Turkey had a major earthquake. It won't get much mention in the news -- a libtard local talk show host (David Sirota) would rather highlight a stupid study by a stupid college professor that stupidly claims that MLB umpires are racist against minority pitchers -- but the US Military and other volunteer groups will be there with money, materials and man power, doing what this great nation always does in times of disaster somewhere.

And yes, I can't help but notice the Republican candidates on debate after debate, doing a better job to chewing each other up than focusing on what really matters. Some interesting characters up there, but it has the feel that the 'establishment' that gave us Bob Dole and John McCain, will probably wind up giving us another "go along to get along" spineless dolt, rather than someone who's got some heart, conviction and courage to take a strong stand against the current hypocrisy. What hypocrisy is that, you might ask? The hypocrisy of campaigning against Wall Street and the rich, ginning up racial and economic class warfare, while going to the evil corporations, Wall Street and the rich with hat in hand for campaign cash, and giving them sweet taxpayer handouts under the guise of 'stimulus' that hasn't resulted in real job growth where it really matters.

Can you say "Solyndra"? PMSNBC and the White House would rather you didn't. Instead, they'd rather tell adoring crowds that Republicans, if elected, will dirty the air, water, starve children and throw old folks out into the streets.

And again, dumbed down education will let some sheeples buy into that.

A hotel in Nashville cancels a counterterrorism conference because of threats from -- sooprise, sooprise -- radical Islamists. Last time I looked, Nashville was in Tennessee. Not Iran. Unless Fannie Mae and Freddie Mac have arranged some kind of a funky land-for-debt swap between them, China and Iran, that PMSNBC purposely overlooked as well.

The US Constitution and Bill of Rights is not written in Sharia. At least, not yet.

But that's not important to the lame stream media. It's more important to explain racist MLB umpires applying unfair strike zones to minority pitchers. Without explaining how a racist MLB umpire handles his racism when the batter is ALSO a minority.

Details, details.

Yeah, I know...I sound like a heartless, mean-spirited conservative. Well, I hear that 92 year old Andy Rooney is in the hospital. I wish him well and a full recovery.

So there.

On top of that, an anonymous 'troll' has demanded that I shut down my blog.

If my pet rock, Seymour, were capable of it, he'd reply in a manner that the 'troll' would understand. But the poor pet rock hasn't yet figured out how to flip a bird.

I suggested to Seymour that it takes stealth, a quick branch tweak, and an unprepared, unsuspecting avian.

Seymour's still giving me "WTF?" looks for that.

Yeah, I know...this wasn't a funny blog entry. Not everything always is. Certainly not according to the 'troll'.

So I'll attempt to end it on a funny note: if a racist MLB umpire is behind the plate, Jibaldo Jimenez (hispanic) is pitching and Derek Jeter (black) is at bat, how does this racist MLB umpire work out the conundrum of a slider catching the outside edge of the plate?

He puts the game in rain delay, ejects both managers, and craps on the hood of the MLB commissioner's car, on his way to take up drum banging at Occupy Toledo.

Okay, so I didn't guarantee that you'd find it funny...

But you got your money's worth ;-)

Decision '12...For A Rock?

Lemme get this straight...my pet rock, Seymour, visits Washington DC with his host, Janine, and now.....he's thinking of running? For president? As a...what? And he expects my help to do it?

Yeah, I know: I ran two campaigns in '00 and '04. But they were parodies. I don't think Seymour has figured that out yet. Certainly some of the emails I got from voters -- especially in '04 -- proved that they didn't, either. But I digress.

So many questions...fortunately, a little time to figger it out when the politics-smitten rock returns from Virginia.

A pet rock, running for president. Ridiculous. Improbable. Probably ineligible. Then again, a review of the list of candidates that have run in the last three elections, suggests that nothing is totally impossible. Can't do any worse, I suppose, than a couple of examples that have or did win, eh?

And Seymour has already prepared a list of expected cabinet appointees, when -- not 'should' or 'if' -- he wins. Talk about geologic confidence from one so unyoung and inexperienced in the ways and means of DC. And his selections...are from my blogger list of favorite reads.

Worse yet...he expects me to be his campaign manager?

Developing...

Post Electorials

By and large -- save for Alaska and Washington state -- it's over.

Y'all know who won and who lost.

We hope it wasn't the American voter and taxpayer. Time will tell.

But three overlooked things of some degree* of significance took place yesterday, and deserve to be noted:

- the candidate of the The Rent's Too Damned High Party, running for governor in New York State, didn't win. But he's got a website. And a music CD. And he might run for mayor of NYC.

And the rent is still too damned high.

- The City of San Freakcisco -- with all the things a city in the state of Califorlornia, COULD find to be worried about -- has launched a strike on, of all things...McDonalds. As decreed by the city council, McDonald 'Happy Meals' will no longer be able to include a toy. We're saved.

- The City and County of Denver had, among its most pressing issues to vote upon, a ballot initiative to approve, or not, the creation of a commission to plan how to meet and greet a genuine alien contact. Not from across the border....but from across the cosmos.

It lost. Despite the liberal/progressive inclinations of the voter base of the City and County of Denver, a campaign ad against the initiative -- a reprise of the Martians in Mars Attacks!, hosing the Congress -- apparently had its effect. A high ho hearty 'rack ack ack RACK ACK', and space aliens will have to go elsewhere to apply for Social Security and food stamps.

I'm sure there was more elsewhere, worthy of commenting on. But I've got butt-hurt scammers I've been neglecting, to get back to.

* To someone, somewhere, who's pissed that Califorlornia said 'no' to legalized pot. Since the state's there fiscally, that loss really hurts...

Decision of the Ages

65 years ago, he presided at a small meeting of senior commanders, weighing what was probably the single biggest decision of his, or perhaps anyones' life in modern history, then or since.

Advice was plentiful and contradictory. Tensions were almost unbearable. The stakes, as high as at any time in the history of Mankind.

Years of planning, preparation, sweat, treasure, tears....and blood....had gone into it. After almost three years of combat in secondary theatres, and a bloody, wrenching fight in the skies over France and Germany to wrest air superiority from the Germans -- at a cost that today, would be judged altogether impossibly prohibitive and politically unfathomable -- had now come down to one decision.

That decision: to commit 175,000 of America's and her Allies' finest to the fray, on a few miles of a windswept, defended stretch of beach front -- a potential toehold on Fortress Europa to begin the liberation of a continent from National Socialist darkness and terror, or a bloodbath of unprecedented proportions and an ignoble defeat of unimaginable consequences -- had come.

The decision fell on the shoulders of one man. The decision rested on him, and him alone.

A man who on the morning of December 7, 1941, was completely anonymous to the American public, the American media, American politicians and even perhaps amongst military men. A man who himself never saw such a momentous decision as one that would soon loom on his challenging, stormy horizon.

He was told the weather was manageable but precarious; he was told the window of opportunity was little more than a day and a half between weather fronts. He was told to expect up to 70% casualties among his sea-and-airborne assault troops. He was told that if he didn't go now, he'd have to wait for the right conditions until the middle of July. He was told that the Germans might have sniffed out the movements, and would be poised with veteran panzer divisions, ready to annihilate the beachheads before they were established. He was told that the decision had to be made, otherwise the thousands of ships, now standing out into the English Channel, would have to be recalled. Some of his best and brightest advisers wanted to go; others wanted to wait. He gave them all a say.

But the responsibility for the decision remained his.

He knew that his plans had been refined and refined and refined again, that the men were conditioned, trained and ready. It was also he who had often said that the best-laid plans, once the battle began, didn't mean anything: once the battle was joined, it was a soldier's fight. He knew that up to this moment, the eyes of the world were on him; yet what weighed on him more than the eyes of the world, was the humbling knowledge that once the decision was made, it was a captain piloting a bomber, or a lieutenant in the Airborne, or a sergeant in the infantry, or a corporal in the tank corps, or a private in the artillery, or a sailor on a LSI, LST or close-support destroyer, that would be the focal point of success or failure of "The Great Crusade". And he knew that he would be asking a lot of those men, perhaps asking for their all.

On the eve of the decision, he met with men of the 101st Airborne, the spearhead of the attack, or the sacrificial lambs being sent to the slaughter. He was candid as to what he was asking of them; they appreciated and respected his candor. Their cocky bravado and confidence assured him; his confidence assured them.

But still, the decision to commit those young men -- an untold number of whom would surely die, both he and they knew -- came down to him.

He had prepared two statements to release to the press; one, accepted the whole responsibility himself for the decision, if the invasion proved a disaster. In today's politically correct world, an almost unheard-of testament of courage and personal commitment to the principles of leadership.

When he ordered them to go, this man became a man of the Ages.

That man's decision initiated D-Day, June 6, 1944. That man was General Dwight D. Eisenhower. The rest is indisputable history.

Will we ever see their kind again? Of the infantrymen who hit those beaches on D-Day, the airborne troopers who fought inland, the airmen who fought, froze and died in the skies over France and Germany, of the sailors who risked all to bring the men in, and fought hard to support them...we have seen them again. We see them today, heroes who hold the far frontier against terror and repression. Our Constitutional representative republic has produced the finest men and women the world has ever seen, generation after generation.

But will we ever see HIS kind again?

I can only hope so; Dwight Eisenhower was the right man for the right moments in history, both on D-Day, and through the tumultuous '50s. Few who have aspired to positions of leadership in this nation, then or since, have been as principled, solid, well-grounded, humble, ready to answer the call, and stand equally ready to take the blame of failure, and share the success with those who earned it in the hardest arena the world has ever known: the arena of combat.

It's been 40 years since God received him into the Kingdom of Heaven. May we see your kind again, Ike.