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HAPPY WHITE CHRISTIAN MALE OPPRESSING NATIVE AMERICANS, AND STEALER OF THEIR RESOURCES DAY TO YOU TOO..
/University Professor.

Happy Thanksgiving to the Trolls. (That was my good deed for the day :-)

Anybody notice that Google actually has a Thanksgiving logo up this year? I'm just shocked it didn't feature pilgrims bowing to Obama.

I thought Thanksgiving had been renamed Gay Indian Liberation Day. Well, enjoy it anyway.

Nobody: Google wouldn't use a picture of a pilgrim; positive or neutral depictions of religious people go down the memory hole, don't you know? Maybe they'd post pics of pilgrims to Mecca, though...

Sick and tired of all this stupid PC crap tell stupid moonbats to go take a hike im still a irrate ol shorebird

Here's a beautiful story of the Constitution and Col. Davy Crockett. Sorry for the length but it's worth it, and right on target.

Not Yours to Give
by
Colonel David Crockett;
Compiled by Edward S. Ellis
One day in the House of Representatives, a bill was taken up appropriating money for the benefit of a widow of a distinguished naval officer. Several beautiful speeches had been made in its support. The Speaker was just about to put the question when Crockett arose:
“Mr. Speaker--I have as much respect for the memory of the deceased, and as much sympathy for the sufferings of the living, if suffering there be, as any man in this House, but we must not permit our respect for the dead or our sympathy for a part of the living to lead us into an act of injustice to the balance of the living. I will not go into an argument to prove that Congress has no power to appropriate this money as an act of charity. Every member upon this floor knows it. We have the right, as individuals, to give away as much of our own money as we please in charity; but as members of Congress we have no right so to appropriate a dollar of the public money. Some eloquent appeals have been made to us upon the ground that it is a debt due the deceased. Mr. Speaker, the deceased lived long after the close of the war; he was in office to the day of his death, and I have never heard that the government was in arrears to him.
Every man in this House knows it is not a debt. We cannot, without the grossest corruption, appropriate this money as the payment of a debt. We have not the semblance of authority to appropriate it as a charity. Mr. Speaker, I have said we have the right to give as much money of our own as we please. I am the poorest man on this floor. I cannot vote for this bill, but I will give one week’s pay to the object, and if every member of Congress will do the same, it will amount to more than the bill asks.”
He took his seat. Nobody replied. The bill was put upon its passage, and, instead of passing unanimously, as was generally supposed, and as, no doubt, it would, but for that speech, it received but few votes, and, of course, was lost.
Later, when asked by a friend why he had opposed the appropriation, Crockett gave this explanation:
“Several years ago I was one evening standing on the steps of the Capitol with some other members of Congress, when our attention was attracted by a great light over in Georgetown. It was evidently a large fire. We jumped into a hack and drove over as fast as we could. In spite of all that could be done, many houses were burned and many families made homeless, and, besides, some of them had lost all but the clothes they had on. The weather was very cold, and when I saw so many women and children suffering, I felt that something ought to be done for them. The next morning a bill was introduced appropriating $20,000 for their relief. We put aside all other business and rushed it through as soon as it could be done.
“The next summer, when it began to be time to think about the election, I concluded I would take a scout around among the boys of my district. I had no opposition there, but, as the election was some time off, I did not know what might turn up. When riding one day in a part of my district in which I was more of a stranger than any other, I saw a man in a field plowing and coming toward the road. I gauged my gait so that we should meet as he came to
the fence. As he came up, I spoke to the man. He replied politely, but, as I thought, rather coldly.
“I began: ‘Well, friend, I am one of those unfortunate beings called candidates, and--’
“’Yes, I know you; you are Colonel Crockett, I have seen you once before, and voted for you the last time you were elected. I suppose you are out electioneering now, but you had better not waste your time or mine. I shall not vote for you again.’
“This was a sockdolager . . . I begged him to tell me what was the matter.
“’Well, Colonel, it is hardly worth-while to waste time or words upon it. I do not see how it can be mended, but you gave a vote last winter which shows that either you have not capacity to understand the Constitution, or that you are wanting in the honesty and firmness to be guided by it. In either case you are not the man to represent me. But I beg your pardon for expressing it in that way. I did not intend to avail myself of the privilege of the constituent to speak plainly to a candidate for the purpose of insulting or wounding you. I intend by it only to say that your understanding of the Constitution is very different from mine; and I will say to you what, but for my rudeness, I should not have said, that I believe you to be honest. . . . But an understanding of the Constitution different from mine I cannot overlook, because the Constitution, to be worth anything, must be held sacred, and rigidly observed in all its provisions. The man who wields power and misinterprets it is the more dangerous the more honest he is.’
“’I admit the truth of all you say, but there must be some mistake about it, for I do not remember that I gave any vote last winter upon any constitutional question.’
“’No, Colonel, there’s no mistake. Though I live here in the backwoods and seldom go from home, I take the papers from Washington and read very carefully all the proceedings of Congress. My papers say that last winter you voted for a bill to appropriate $20,000 to some sufferers by a fire in Georgetown. Is that true?’
“’Well, my friend; I may as well own up. You have got me there. But certainly nobody will complain that a great and rich country like ours should give the insignificant sum of $20,000 to relieve its suffering women and children, particularly with a full and overflowing Treasury, and I am sure, if you had been there, you would have done just as I did.’
“’It is not the amount, Colonel, that I complain of; it is the principle. In the first place, the government ought to have in the Treasury no more than enough for its legitimate purposes. But that has nothing to do with the question. The power of collecting and disbursing money at pleasure is the most dangerous power that can be intrusted to man, particularly under our system of collecting revenue by a tariff, which reaches every man in the country, no matter how poor he may be, and the poorer he is the more he pays in proportion to his means. What is worse, it presses upon him without his knowledge where the weight centers, for there is not a man in the United States who can ever guess how much he pays to the government. So you see, that while you are contributing to relieve one, you are drawing it from thousands who are even worse off than he. If you had the right to give anything, the amount was simply a matter of discretion with you, and you had as much right to give $20,000,000 as $20,000. If you have the right to give to one, you have the right to give to all; and, as the Constitution neither defines charity nor stipulates the amount, you are at liberty to give to any and everything which you may believe, or profess to believe, is a charity, and to any amount you may think proper. You will very easily perceive what a wide door this would open for fraud and corruption and favoritism, on the one hand, and for robbing the people on the other. No, Colonel, Congress has no right to give charity. Individual members may give as much of their own money as they please, but they have no right to touch a dollar of the public money for that purpose. If twice as many houses had
been burned in this county as in Georgetown, neither you nor any other member of Congress would have thought of appropriating a dollar for our relief. There are about two hundred and forty members of Congress. If they had shown their sympathy for the sufferers by contributing each one week’s pay, it would have made over $13,000. There are plenty of wealthy men in and around Washington who could have given $20,000 without depriving themselves of even a luxury of life. The congressmen chose to keep their own money, which, if reports be true, some of them spend not very creditably; and the people about Washington, no doubt, applauded you for relieving them from the necessity of giving by giving what was not yours to give. The people have delegated to Congress, by the Constitution, the power to do certain things. To do these, it is authorized to collect and pay moneys, and for nothing else. Everything beyond this is usurpation, and a violation of the Constitution.
“’So you see, Colonel, you have violated the Constitution in what I consider a vital point. It is a precedent fraught with danger to the country, for when Congress once begins to stretch its power beyond the limits of the Constitution, there is no limit to it, and no security for the people. I have no doubt you acted honestly, but that does not make it any better, except as far as you are personally concerned, and you see that I cannot vote for you.’
“I tell you I felt streaked. I saw if I should have opposition, and this man should go to talking, he would set others to talking, and in that district I was a gone fawn-skin. I could not answer him, and the fact is, I was so fully convinced that he was right, I did not want to. But I must satisfy him, and I said to him:
“’Well, my friend, you hit the nail upon the head when you said I had not sense enough to understand the Constitution. I intended to be guided by it, and thought I had studied it fully. I have heard many speeches in Congress about the powers of Congress, but what you have said here at your plow has got more hard, sound sense in it than all the fine speeches I ever heard. If I had ever taken the view of it that you have, I would have put my head into the fire before I would have given that vote; and if you will forgive me and vote for me again, if I ever vote for another unconstitutional law I wish I may be shot.’
“He laughingly replied: ‘Yes, Colonel, you have sworn to that once before, but I will trust you again upon one condition. You say that you are convinced that your vote was wrong. Your acknowledgment of it will do more good than beating you for it. If, as you go around the district, you will tell people about this vote, and that you are satisfied it was wrong, I will not only vote for you, but will do what I can to keep down opposition, and, perhaps, I may exert some little influence in that way.’
“’If I don’t,’ said I, ‘I wish I may be shot; and to convince you that I am in earnest in what I say I will come back this way in a week or ten days, and if you will get up a gathering of the people, I will make a speech to them. Get up a barbecue, and I will pay for it.’
“’No, Colonel, we are not rich people in this section, but we have plenty of provisions to contribute for a barbecue, and some to spare for those who have none. The push of crops will be over in a few days, and we can then afford a day for a barbecue. This is Thursday; I will see to getting it up on Saturday week. Come to my house on Friday, and we will go together, and I promise you a very respectable crowd to see and hear you.’
“’Well, I will be here. But one thing more before I say good-by. I must know your name.’
“’My name is Bunce.’
“’Not Horatio Bunce?’
“’Yes.’
“’Well, Mr. Bunce, I never saw you before, though you say you have seen me, but I know you very well. I am glad I have met you, and very proud that I may hope to have you for my friend.’
“It was one of the luckiest hits of my life that I met him. He mingled but little with the public, but was widely known for his remarkable intelligence and incorruptible integrity, and for a heart brimful and running over with kindness and benevolence, which showed themselves not only in words but in acts. He was the oracle of the whole country around him, and his fame had extended far beyond the circle of his immediate acquaintance. Though I had never met him before, I had heard much of him, and but for this meeting it is very likely I should have had opposition, and had been beaten. One thing is very certain, no man could now stand up in that district under such a vote.
“At the appointed time I was at his house, having told our conversation to every crowd I had met, and to every man I stayed all night with, and I found that it gave the people an interest and a confidence in me stronger than I had every seen manifested before.
“Though I was considerably fatigued when I reached his house, and, under ordinary circumstances, should have gone early to bed, I kept him up until midnight, talking about the principles and affairs of government, and got more real, true knowledge of them than I had got all my life before.
“I have known and seen much of him since, for I respect him--no, that is not the word--I reverence and love him more than any living man, and I go to see him two or three times every year; and I will tell you, sir, if every one who professes to be a Christian lived and acted and enjoyed it as he does, the religion of Christ would take the world by storm.
“But to return to my story. The next morning we went to the barbecue, and, to my surprise, found about a thousand men there. I met a good many whom I had not known before, and they and my friend introduced me around until I had got pretty well acquainted--at least, they all knew me.
“In due time notice was given that I would speak to them. They gathered up around a stand that had been erected. I opened my speech by saying:
“’Fellow-citizens--I present myself before you today feeling like a new man. My eyes have lately been opened to truths which ignorance or prejudice, or both, had heretofore hidden from my view. I feel that I can today offer you the ability to render you more valuable service than I have ever been able to render before. I am here today more for the purpose of acknowledging my error than to seek your votes. That I should make this acknowledgment is due to myself as well as to you. Whether you will vote for me is a matter for your consideration only.’
“I went on to tell them about the fire and my vote for the appropriation and then told them why I was satisfied it was wrong. I closed by saying:
“’And now, fellow-citizens, it remains only for me to tell you that the most of the speech you have listened to with so much interest was simply a repetition of the arguments by which your neighbor, Mr. Bunce, convinced me of my error.
“’It is the best speech I ever made in my life, but he is entitled to the credit for it. And now I hope he is satisfied with his convert and that he will get up here and tell you so.’
“He came upon the stand and said:
“’Fellow-citizens--It affords me great pleasure to comply with the request of Colonel Crockett. I have always considered him a thoroughly honest man, and I am satisfied that he will faithfully perform all that he has promised you today.’
“He went down, and there went up from that crowd such a shout for Davy Crockett as his name never called forth before.
“I am not much given to tears, but I was taken with a choking then and felt some big drops rolling down my cheeks. And I tell you now that the remembrance of those few words spoken by such a man, and the honest, hearty shout they produced, is worth more to me than all the honors I have received and all the reputation I have ever made, or ever shall make, as a member of Congress.
“Now, sir,” concluded Crockett, “you know why I made that speech yesterday.
“There is one thing now to which I will call your attention. You remember that I proposed to give a week’s pay. There are in that House many very wealthy men--men who think nothing of spending a week’s pay, or a dozen of them, for a dinner or a wine party when they have something to accomplish by it. Some of those same men made beautiful speeches upon the great debt of gratitude which the country owed the deceased--a debt which could not be paid by money--and the insignificance and worthlessness of money, particularly so insignificant a sum as $10,000, when weighted against the honor of the nation. Yet not one of them responded to my proposition. Money with them is nothing but trash when it is to come out of the people. But it is the one great thing for which most of them are striving, and many of them sacrifice honor, integrity, and justice to obtain it.”
Holders of political office are but reflections of the dominant leadership--good or bad--among the electorate.
Horatio Bunce is a striking example of responsible citizenship. Were his kind to multiply, we would see many new faces in public office; or, as in the case of Davy Crockett, a new Crockett.
For either the new faces or the new Crocketts, we must look to the Horatio in ourselves!
—Leonard E. Read

Getting really bored with the media's fawning comparisons of Obama to JFK, Lincoln, and Roosevelt? Wondering how much further they can push the absurd comparisons to historical figures who actually accomplished something?

How about ... Obama as Cicero

Het Spurwing,

Where's the SQUAWK?

This is from an open post to the Electoral College at americaright.com. It is certainly on target here also:

You have a serious constitutional duty and are privileged to be picked for this honor. Upholding the constitution is very important, not just to me but to everyone who still appreciates the difference between America and the rest of the world.

Maybe you think your job has been reduced to a rubber stamp, and that the responsibility of actually choosing the next president is not your responsibility, that your gathering and voting is just a tradition, a fun thing to do. Maybe you think that all the decisions have been made and you are just there because some old piece of paper requires it, written by men long dead and certainly not in tune with the modern world. But do you really want to play with the document then expect the rest of it, all those rights clearly spelled out, to hold up once a single piece is reduced to irrelevance?

You are free to vote any way you want, in this state there is only a small fine if you do not vote for the winner of the popular vote. You could vote for Hillary Clinton, or Joe Lieberman, or Mitt Romney. There is nothing stopping you and very little to dissuade.

But if you take the oath to uphold the constitution and you have the slightest doubt that the man elected by the mob, by so many that were lied to by a huge campaign machine and complicit media, is not a natural born citizen, then you have to demand proof. The least you can do, before some mission impossible team of character assassins reveals some terrible truth when it is too late, is to get a neutral person of impeccable character to verify the birth document of Barack Obama.

It is too easy to say it is someone else’s responsibility to vet the man, maybe The Bush Administration should be responsible to peak at things. Many may be expecting the Democratic Party members to pick someone qualified before they even hit the campaign trail. But none of that matters now, the question of his citizenship status has been raised in 15 states including this one, and it isn’t too late to resolve the issue once and for all.

Do your duty, respect your oath of office, demand proof that Mr. Obama is qualified to lead this country because he meets all the qualifications are laid out in the US Constitution, and not just because a bunch of folks marked a ballot for a man they barely know.

Happy thanksgiving to all my conservative friends.

My your lives be dipshit-free.

God bless you each and every one.

rrobin,

That was some interesting posts. Been at this office all day and very bored. My customer is making work and theres no work to do because most everybody is gone.

Same to you Jimbo unfortunately for me I have to deal with dipshits on a daily basis.

rrobin,

Thank you.

Best wishes to all my American colleagues.. keep fighting the good fight.

Muslim extremist go on a rampage in India shooting civilians. America better keep her guard up and Obama is just going to tested like this until they fine a soft spot.

Maybe the incoming secretay of state could have seat with these guys and have a little "chat" with them. Yoou know work things out.

I wonder if the attackers were Pakistanis or if they were dispatched from the lawless trible areas in the mountains of Pakistan. Maybe they came from Wazristan region.

If that where the case we should loan India a couple hundred preditors, artillary, missles, and two sqadrons of B52's so they can flatten the whole region.

I'm going to take typing lesson. Geeeez I suck at typing. Sorry for the typos.

20,000 Muslims lay siege to 1,000 Christians... media doesn't care. But let one Christian wish a Muslim 'Merry Christmas' and it's PC Armageddon...

The Bible for Moonbats: A trendy coffee table book with big glossy pictures

Agent of CHANGE fills stable with Clintonistas, proclaims himself the CHANGE... Then tells us that selecting someone with NO EXPERIENCE in governing at this crucial time is disastrous

WASHINGTON — President-elect Barack Obama essentially said Wednesday that he is the change, striving to assure Americans that he'll shake up Washington despite filling his administration with old hands from the Clinton administration and the capital's corridors of power.

"Understand where the vision for change comes from, first and foremost," Obama said. "It comes from me. That's my job, is to provide a vision in terms of where we are going, and to make sure, then, that my team is implementing."

Obama made the remarks as he tapped another old Washington hand — this one former Federal Reserve Chairman Paul Volcker , as a top economic adviser — and prepared to name his former rival, Sen. Hillary Clinton , D- N.Y. , as secretary of state next week.

— Former Clinton White House adviser Rahm Emanuel as White House chief of staff.

— Former Clinton Treasury Secretary Lawrence Summers as chairman of the National Economic Council .

— Former Clinton lawyer Greg Craig as White House counsel.

— Former Treasury Department official and current New York Federal Reserve Bank Chairman Timothy Geithner as Treasury secretary.

— Former Clinton Deputy Attorney General Eric Holder as attorney general.

Generally, however, the president-elect rejected the suggestion that he needs to be surrounded by outsiders to stir things up. Instead, he said, he'll set the tone and will need experienced hands to implement the changes.

"The last Democratic administration that we had was the Clinton administration. And so it would be surprising if I selected a Treasury secretary who had had no connection with the last Democratic administration. Because that would mean that the person had no experience in Washington whatsoever," he said.

"And I suspect that you would be troubled, and the American people would be troubled, if I selected a Treasury secretary or a chairman of the National Economic Council , at one of the most critical economic times in our history, who had no experience in government whatsoever."

He stressed that, "what we are going to do is combine experience with fresh thinking."

Sci-fi classic to be reimagined as enviro preachfest - even though admitted that audiences don't want that

Before this beefed-up, camp-free ecotrend can continue, however, it must pass its ultimate legitimacy test: Keanu Reeves. He's starring in a Category 5 environmentally minded remake of The Day the Earth Stood Still—an antiwar-message movie from 1951—invading theaters in December. Fox has been "trying to remake this since the original," says screenwriter David Scarpa. "Ray Bradbury did a draft in 1980." Now that humankind has finally generated a worthy successor to nuclear Armageddon, the studio has pulled the trigger. Keanu plays Klaatu, the wise alien who, in the original, landed in DC with his chaperone, the chrome killbot Gort, and began counseling against atomic brinkmanship with the USSR. This time, he's an unearthly Earth-firster who chides our planet-raping ways—and backs up his critique with lethal action (Gort again—but updated).

Retributive genocide—pretty ballsy stuff. But it risks putting capital-M Message ahead of thrills and dramatic fireworks—a hazard of ecotainment that Scarpa calls the "on-the-nose thing." "People don't want to be preached to about the environment," he says. "We tried to avoid having our alien looking out over the garbage in the lake and crying a silent tear, like the Indian in that '70s commercial." In the original, Klaatu delivers a climactic speech to the world's top scientists

Sorry i forgot SQUAWK SQUAWK SQUAWK

(I don't want to jump the gun but how about a little Christmas poem...It's so fitting this year.)

Night Befo Crizzmus

Wus da night afo’ Crizzmus, and all thru da hood,
everybody be sleepin’ and da sleepin’ be good.
We hunged up our stockins, an hoped like all heck,
dat dear Ol’ Obama’s, gunna brang us our checks.

All of da family, was ly’in on the flow,
my sister wif her gurlfriend, and my brother wif some hoe.
Ashtrays was all full , empty beer cans and all
when I heared such a fuss, I thunk….“Sh’eet, it must be da law”.

I pulled the sheet off da windoe and what I’ze could see,
I was spectin’ the sherrif, wif a warrent fo’ me.
But what did I see, made me say, “Laaawd look at dat”.
dere was a huge watermelon, pulled by 8 big-ass rats.

Now over all of da years, Santy Claws he be white,
but it looks like us brotha’s, got a black un’ tonight.
Faster than a poe’lice car, my homeboy he came,
and whupped up on dem rats, as he called dem by name.

On Biden, On Jessie, On Polosi and Hillary Who
On Fannie, On Freddi, On Ayers, and Slick Willy too.
Obama landed dat melon, right there in da street,
I knowed it fo’ sho’, – can you believe that Sh’eet!.

Dat Santy didn’t need no chimney, he picked da lock on my doe,
an I sez to myself, “Son o’ bitch…he don did dis befoe”!
He had a big bag, full of presents – at first I suspeck?
Wif “Air Jordans” and fake gold, to wear roun my neck.

But he left me no presents, just started stealin my shit.
He got my guns and my crack, and my new burglers kit.
Den, wif my crap in his bag, out da windoe he flew,
I sho’ woulda shanked him, be he snagged my knife too.

He jumped back on dat melon, wif out even a hitch,
and waz gone in two seconds, “democrat son of a bitch”.
So nex year I be hopin’, a white Santy we git,
‘cause a black Santy Claws, just ain’t worf a shit !!!!

(Besides it'll drive the lefty's crazy! LOLOL BiteMe libby's!)

Ted,

That was priceless!!! LOL. I'm going to have to print that out if you don't mind. Living in Memfrica I know many who will get a kick out of this!