Wednesday, December 24, 2008

A Piano Christmas

Gabriel Faure

Yet more Link Presents under my cyber tree. From Always On Watch:

All those years without a piano in the house!

People who don’t make music
In the touching of black and white keys
Allow others to make music for them and
Never know the same joy.This year,
Our house hears my music!

Christmas carols — the traditional ones — ring out.
Hark! The Herald Angels Sing, my favorite carol of all,
Reverberates and uplifts the soul.
I shouldn’t have waited so long to make the
Songs my own once again.
Too many chairs are empty now:
Mom, Dad, grandparents, cousins,
Aunts, uncles, friends — gone. But I coax the keys to
Sing, the circle made whole again in Christ Child timbre.

Go read it there, she does way better with her fonts than I. And she has an intoxicating playlist of Christmas carols....stay for an hour or so. You can almost smell the apple cider mulling there.

Sunday, December 21, 2008

Come Sunday

Come Sunday - Duke Ellington And His Orchestra Feat. Mahalia Jackson

H/T One Cosmos

While traipsing all across the Blogalaxy, I landed on Planet American Digest

and saw Gagdad Bob hanging out. It's Christmastime, and everybody's favorite presents are shiny, pretty links, which are only slightly less popular than filthy lucre, gift cards, and a KitchenAid Stand Mixer for yours, very truly, Jau jau, here...heh.

Drat, I just remembered the maxim for 2009. Never mind.

Here are the words, appropriate for both Hanukkah and Christmas. By the way, these lyrics, as she sang them, are most difficult to find on the intertubes, so I wrote them down. Feel free to copy them for reference.

Lord, dear Lord of love, God almighty,
God up above, Please look down and see my people through.
Lord, dear Lord of love, God almighty,
God above, Please look down and see my people through.
I believe the sun and moon will shine up in the sky.
When the day is gray I know it's just clouds passing by.
He'll give peace and comfort to every troubled mind,
Come Sunday, oh Come Sunday. That's the day.
Often we'll feel weary, but He knows our every care
Go to Him in secret, He will hear your every prayer.
Lilies of the valley, they neither toil nor spin
And flowers bloom and spring and birds sing
Do unto others as you would have them do to you.
Often we'll feel weary, but He knows our every care
Go to Him in secret, He will hear your every prayer.
Up from dawn til sunset, men work hard all the day.
Come Sunday, oh, Come Sunday. That's the day.
Lord, dear Lord above, God almighty,
God of love, Please look down and see my people through.
Lord, dear Lord above, God almighty,
God of love, Please look down and see my people through.

And under my cyber tree, behold, what do I find but this beautimus link! Aah, the soul-nourishing things such lovely minds pour out into the blogosphere these days! You know they're gonna pass a law against it, probably sooner, rather than later. We are in the age of Ugliness Ascending. Enjoy your freedom for now. The Dawning of the Age of the Troll Kingdom is upon us.

And not to forget that it is now Hanukkah, here is a menorah that would be a nice edition in my home, if I had room, which I don't. Thanks to floranista @ Discarded Lies for sharing the image.

This is one of my favorite link presents:

If you think that Hanukkah is all about 8 days of eating, dreideling, and lighting the pretty candlestick, well, just to remind you what it's all about.

So to all my best Jews out there - Merry Lights! And the next time 'Antiochus' - whoever that may be, this time, orders you all to bow down and sacrifice at the altar of the false idol named, "Peace" as prepared as a a Maccabee to say "Up yours!" cuz they're coming for the Saturday folk, first, and then, come Sunday....for the rest of us folk.

One more pretty little Christmas present for y'all:

Thursday, December 18, 2008


We went to the youngun's school Christmas program last night. I think it had to be one of the most depressing Christmas programs I'd ever been to. The first song, 'Snowplow', consisted of the 5th and 6th grade Strings Orchestra sawing back and forth between two whole notes in the low register...occasionally adding variety by adding a minor third here and there, setting the tone of morbidity that was the theme of the concert, for the most part.

Actually, the string orchestra was pretty good, pitting the cellists playing 'Christmas is coming, the Goose is getting fat', vs. the violins and violas playing 'Deck the Halls'. Together, while not as sublime as Your Chocolate in My Peanut Butter, it was pleasant and clever enough to make me stick around.

Next came the band. Cacophonous din would be the polite thing to say, or more accurately, the accurate thing to say. I guess there just isn't enough soul-stirring Hannukkah music out there to capture the imagination. One of the flutists was out of tune, which wouldn't have been too bad if she didn't have the same note to play repeatedly. Perhaps, the composer, knowing that such flutists would be in abundance, composed the 1 note flute section for that very reason.
Next came the choir, which was actually pretty good. There was a Hebrew song, executed quite well called 'Hanerot Halalu'....which sounded more like BadaBing BadaBoom.

At least there were no recorders. My goodness people, how many songs, other than Snowplow and Hot Cross Buns can there be that consist only of three consecutive notes?

Which brings me round to the following insanity:

Vicar Bans O Little Town of Bethlehem

Yes, it's all Israel's fault, of course. Now what would Christmas be without the additional British Jew Hatred? I mean, the Peaceful Followers of the Prophet and his god wouldn't have anything at all to do with the suffering Christians in Bethlehem, now would they? Naw.

Poor dears. Just keep cranking out all those lame-ass Nativity sets for the Liberated Church of the Verklempt and Compassionate Marxists to sell in the narthex. (I'm sure you''ll get a pittance of it after the Council of Churches gets their cut. You're just as easy to exploit for cash and attention as your more rowdy Muslim neighbors are by Pallywood.

Satan Claus is coming to Town!


Question for the Archbishop: What happens to you when your existence becomes pointless?
Answer: Why, You Become A Useful idiot and a tool.

In the meantime, let us flee that madness and check upon our little French fabulist, Capucine, to see what she is up to.

"What is it ?" from Capucha on Vimeo.

Pssst: Spoiler Alert! It's a Pooh Bear!

Sunday, December 14, 2008

Haramfest is back! Sunday's meal of naughtiness

This will get someone a fatwa, that's for sure. Might as well be someone!

Braised meat is the best kind of cooked meat. Unless it's grilled, and then that's better. Unless it's chicken and then it's either roasted over a fire or deep fried. Then THAT's way better. Just to be perfectly clear.

The holiday funk is passing, and yesterday's sadness, while still in the back of my head, is just the back, and not being able to do anything about it means to live my life as best I can, and now ~ the tree is up, the piano is dusted and bedeckled with our Italian-made nativity vignette. The haramfest for this evening's guests (My brother and his family) is braising away in the oven. And it smells like impending Christmassy eats in here.

Braised Boneless Pork Roast

The key to this roast is the rub:
First, pour a generous amount of toasted sesame oil over the roast with one hand, and using the other hand, rub Kosher salt and cracked peppercorn medley into the meat. Rub generous amounts of either herbes de Provence or Greek seasoning (easily obtained in the spice aisle). If you can't find either, use poultry seasoning, dried oregano and ground cinnamon, followed by sweet paprika. Let rest for a half hour, then sear, fat side down first in a roaster that has a tight-fitting lid. Sear meat on all sides, and add a cup of chicken stock to the pan, followed by 2 cups of spiced apple cider. Place sprigs of thyme, rosemary and sage over the meat. Peel a Clementine, and eat the Clementine. Put the Clementine peel into the roaster. Cover roaster and remove from the stove top. Braise in a 350 degree oven for 2 and 1/2 hours. No peeking. Your patience will be rewarded, I promise.

Mashed Potatoes and Apple Cider/Pork Jus Gravy

7 whole Russets, peeled, washed and cubed. Place in cold, clean water that is one inch above the potatoes, and boil for 20-25 minutes til fork tender, but not disintegrating. Drain. In the same pot, melt one stick of butter, and between 1/2 cup to 3/4 cup of milk, half and half or cream, and heat til steaming. Add potatoes and mash with a hand masher. Salt, pepper and a couple of dashes of nutmeg finishes this dish off nicely. Parsley is optional.

Apple Cider makes a delicious gravy.
After pouring off the liquids into a fat separator, I poured the jus through a strainer and thickened it with a cornstarch slurry, which is just a heaping tablespoon of cornstarch mixed in with enough apple cider to liquefy it. Pour into the bubbling jus and whisk until thickened.

Corn Maque Choux

1 12 oz package of frozen corn
6 slices of bacon, crumbled, with melted fat preserved.
1 finely diced onion or shallot
1 finely diced roasted red pepper
2 tbsp all-purpose flour
salt, pepper, thyme.
1 cup light Cream
Salt and pepper
Shredded cheese

This is the first time I made this dish, and what a success it was, ladies!
Cut the bacon into small pieces, fry in a hot skillet until the fat is rendered, and the bacon is crispy. Add diced onions or shallots (you can also use leeks if you want) and saute in the fat.
When the onions are clear and starting to brown, sprinkle the flour over the bacon fat and onions, and whisk til it is mixed well. Add the cream and let the sauce thicken. Season with salt, pepper and fresh thyme leaves. If the sauce is too thick, add some milk to thin it. When it bubbles, add the corn and sweet roasted red peppers. After about 3 minutes, or when the corn is heated through, add about a cup of your favorite shredded cheese. In this case I used a combination of cheddar and pepper jack.
Everyone absolutely loved this dish, so a hail and hearty hat tip to Guy Fieri for making it on his show.

Dessert was a home made Apple crisp:

5 golden delicious apples, unpeeled, cored and diced
1/4 cup cranberry jelly
1/4 cup maple syrup
1/2 stick of softened butter
1/2 cup dried cranberries
3 packets of maple flavored or cinnamon flavored instant oatmeal
2 heaping tablespoons of self-rising flour
1/2 chopped walnuts
1/4 light brown sugar

In a small bowl, mix the maple syrup with the cranberry jelly. Toss with the diced apples and dried cranberries. In another bowl, cut the softened butter into the brown sugar, flour and oatmeal packets. Mix until crumbly but not coming together like a crust.
Take 2 spoonfuls of the mixture and stir into the apples and pour into a casserole or glass pie plate. Add the walnuts to the rest of the oatmeal mixture and sprinkle it over the apples. Bake on a cookie sheet in a 350 degree oven for about 50 minutes. Serve warm with ice cream or pour some egg nog over the loveliness.

Saturday, December 13, 2008


Silence by John Henry Fuseli

Of late, I haven’t had much to say, and the idea of posting snark and recipes and what I have eaten for dinner seemed boring and redundant, so I laid off the blogging for awhile.

Something has been eating at me, and it strikes me not just in its randomness, but also its connectedness. Maybe a foreboding of things to come in the next year, and a culmination of fears not yet realized.

Don’t get me wrong, I'm no Glenn Beck, but things have been happening around me, and being just barely observant enough to notice, I thought it best to just write something down before I forget and resume a bored state of mind.

Yesterday, Mary’s acquaintance died. She’d only met him once, but she knew him well enough, because he was her girlfriend’s boyfriend, so though he’d only been to our house once with K, it was still heartbreaking to learn that he’d died.

We never met him, but the pebble of a boy’s life suddenly gone radiated its grief beyond the splash point of his existence into ours, and we wept with her over his death. It was easy to do, since we can imagine his parents’ grief, and how easily could that grief be our own, too.

He died, after spending two days in a coma, having killed a 48 year old woman instantly, and injuring another man. I’m certain that he didn’t wake up one morning and say to himself, “I am going to get into my parent’s car, drive really fast, pass others in a no passing zone and cause a head-on collision, today.” No, like all the rest of us in a post-Christian world, he thought, “ I am young, and invincible, and I won’t die. Get out of my way, I‘m late!” He wasn’t prepared at all for the reality beyond his present existence. Neither were his parents. Neither am I, though I think about it continually.

Which makes me think of heaven and hell. While people hope all the villains of time, like Hitler, John Wayne Gacy, Timothy McVeigh and all the 9/11 hijackers are there feasting on their Just Desserts, I wonder if the young man who caused death and injury to himself and others, and brought endless pain and grief and suffering to the survivors is in heaven or hell. Cruel of me to ask, I know, but no one wants to give it a second thought, for it is a taboo of the New Christianity, a perverse and all-pervasive doctrine of instant gratification (blessings) in the here and now, which has been transfixed to the hereafter, as well. Toleration of everyone and all ideas is the new creed Everyone simply assumes that he is in heaven, embraced by God and hearing the words, “Well done, Thou good and faithful servant.” I have my doubts.

As I sit on the edge of this year, 2008 Anno Domini, I feel great heaviness. No serenity now, just a dark, calm sense of waiting for the pendulum, heavy laden with sins and consequences, to come swinging back at high velocity, and the knowledge that nothing I nor anyone else can do, will change the course of that swinging weight. There is no getting out of the way of it.

So I find a kind of refuge in prayer. Not the kind of prayer that asks Santa for a new job for Daddy, or to avoid the uncertainties ahead, but the kind of prayer that would have been prayed by Jesus Christ and St. Francis of Assissi. And for knowing what his will is and not to fret about what will come, but to ultimately hear the words, “The Lord said: Well done, good and faithful servant, because thou hast been faithful over a few things, I will place thee over many things: enter thou into the joy of thy Lord." – Matthew 25:21

Tuesday, November 25, 2008

Barf Fest 2007 will not be held annually, for which we are eternally grateful

A scene from last year's Thanksgiving dinner:

We approached the groaning table, heavily laden with the most delicious-looking fare ever, at least upon first glance. The turkey, the crown jewel of the table, remained uncarved, and blushed the slightest kiss of beige, while the stuffing, uncooked and wet, ran like diarrhea from the cavity into a puddle of congealed and cooling blood, which surrounded the bird like a moat. We gasped....and timidly, we each put a small spoonful of mashed potatoes onto our plates, with gravy that came out of a packet, followed by the cornbread, sage sausage and roasted apple stuffing I had wisely brought as my contribution to the feast. Beside the tiny mound of stuffing, I put the disintegrating broccoli crowns, which had been punished until they were safely olive drab, and went out to the little card table that had been prepared for "our side" of the family, while all 9 of the "other side" were eating together at the large table in the dining room. I wasn't resentful. It was bliss not to have to look at the turkey. Or to eat it, for that matter. Emily suggested we pray, and in spite of my husband's family's complete lack of religious traditions, and the wretched fare before us, we bowed our heads and gave thanks.No one in the dining room noticed, as they were raucously enjoying their dinner. I tasted the mashed potatoes, which were genuine, and light and fluffy...and unsalted, unbuttered, and clearly had been mixed with water. Only my freely running tears added a reasonable amount of seasoning to the paste. My mother in law doesn't believe in milk, in butter, or salt and pepper. I swallowed, choking back the paste, and smiled from afar at my mother in law. "They're so smooth, mom," I said. We went home hungry. Rachel made herself some ramen noodles and slurped them with comforting satisfaction, while the noodles splashed their salty broth all over her cheeks. At least one of us was happy.

We have decided, no, scratch that, I have decided not to eat anymore Thanksgiving dinners at my mother-in-law's house. I love her dearly, as does her son, but we can't take the bad food. Going home hungry from what should normally be a jovial gorgefest is simply wrong. I can't take the bland and awful lack of seasoning that is the traditional fare for my husband's family.

This year's menu will not feature ramen noodles in any shape or form.

Friday, November 21, 2008

"Can I keep her?" says the alligator to the crocodile

Leetla geerl, leetla geerl, kom daun vor Brekvast!

While meandering through Capucha's blog, (Maman of the adorable Capucine) I saw this photo from all creatures [great and small] and I couldn't resist.

Wrong Number

I used to make prank phone calls. Way back in the day, there was an actual phone number we could dial, and anyone whose phone number started with 761 would be tied into an open line where we could listen to whatever conversation was going on their phone calls without them knowing about it. It was illegal, and my brother had obtained the number from one of his friends whose dad worked for the phone company. While it wasn't legal,  it was fun,  at least for awhile,  and back in the day....that was what counted the most.
So there we were, listening to the lives of others, and it occurred to us just how boring other people's lives really are, unless they are scandalously breaking the law, as we were doing by listening in on their phone calls.
Comes the cell phone, and it can be turned on by secret government agents who will listen to all the wretched flotsam of a life spent watching the Game Show Network, and all the phone calls made to her mother about the latest repeat episode of Full House, and what do you get for all your science, technology and tax money? Bored agents, that's what.

My brother now has a cell phone which will read out his text messages, with either a manly computerized monotone voice, or a female computerized monotone voice. He chose the female voice and gave her the happy fun name of  "Borg Queen".  He constantly sends the Hubster text messages, and my husband, no keyboard whiz he, usually responds with one or two word responses.
Well! The Borg Queen doesn't like to recite  mere, one word answers, so saith Brother, and demands the Hubster to send the most vile, badly spelled invective he can cram into a hand held electronic messaging device, FORTHWITH! And Hubster, always wanting to oblige the Borg Queen, does as asked, and the Borg Queen, totalitarian, but not interested in exactitudes, dutifully recites them without emotion back to her Dark Lord...My Brother.
Moi, I am just getting used to doing the whole text thingy, and last night, my phone went into orgasmic vibrations alerting me to an incoming text message. I looked at the number and, not recognizing it, proceeded to read the message:
Unbeknownst to me number:  hey random question. last thursday when you and me and greg went for breakfast, was the other guy named Ben?
I wracked and wracked my increasingly forgetful mind to see if I'd gone out to breakfast with anyone who might have been named Greg or Ben and someone else, and not remembering, I played it safe and wrote back:
Me:  I was too drunk to remember.
Then, to be on the even safer side, I sent another text to inquire about the following horrific (if true) possibility:
Me:  I didn't throw up on the waitress, did I?
After a few moments Unbeknownst wrote back:
Unbeknownst:  Wrong number?
Me:  Yes, but thank you for giving me a really good reason to smile.
Unbeknownst:  anytime. ha.
A little bit later, my cell phone once again starts to vibrate with another text message. This time it is from the irksome middle child:
Mary: remind me to gather up canned goods when i get home for english class tomorrow cause i'll forget if i don't ask ya now.
Me:  Why do you need canned goods?
Mary:  Cause it's extra points for english if I bring some in. And i'd like some of those points.
Me:   Will it bring your grade up from an F to an F+?
Mary: Hahahaha. Not funny.
The only thing I can think of in response to that is this:

So there.

Friday, November 14, 2008


First thing: Paella is not as easy as it looks, and it is best to stick to what you know.  I need a good cry. And a story. Something I can eat a bowl of porridge with.  Time for Capucine.

Once upon a time... from Capucha on Vimeo.

Saturday, November 8, 2008

I should have gone to college or something

My convoluted correspondence @ The People's Cube with the orthographically challenged 'tee' continues. Compare the proselytizing competency of our dear tee to the apologetics of Christendom and tell me that Islam has it goin' on upstairs.

Res ipsa loquitur.

By tee
11/8/2008, 11:36 am

lol well thank you for ur reply homies.. just like to tell you that i sure hafta admit.. ur comebacks are WACK! lol
putting religion aside for a moment,
you tell me... what has gay bush i mean george bush done for the american economy for the last 8 yrs apart from bringing amerca into a HUGE debT!!!!! so many americans are suffering... are u guys chrisitian or jews, clearly ur not muslim! but clearly ur not good christians or muslims either ur just ignorant fags cuz a TRUE human being does not go and disgrace other religions, not that you have the capability to do so anyway, whatever you say, ur words are shit, why? because OBAMA WON! and ur telling me that all the ppl who voted for him, putting muslims aside, jews and christians are pigs?? they're alot wiser compared to YOU! ur telling me that 313 or so states in the US are fags? Damn, homie, i know ur sad but i mean, get ur facts straightened out and then talk!! your words mean nothing to me, singing stupid christmas carols will never lower the status of our 12th Imam (pbuh), it only makes u guys look dumber. the only ppl who make fun of others' religion are those who doubt their own

By tee
11/8/2008, 11:42 am

tonya hunny! I don't need to speak louder, clearly you are deaf lol. My pt is that the Quraan speaks of you people as deaf, dumb and blind. God has put a seal over your ears and you will never come out of darkness. Clearly, JEWS, CHRISTIANS AND MUSLIMS ALL HAVE SOMETHING IN COMMON. What is that you ask? We all have the same Lord! Allah, God, Yahowa, all refer to the same Lord. Now let me tell you that there is obviously only One Lord! regardless of whether ppl deny is existance, His is still there, His presence sounds the world, and the universe. If you don't believe in Him, that is your loss. God always sent a leader for humanity, what we shias believe is that the first prophet was Adam, the first man on this planet, followed by 124000 prophets and christianity, judaism were true religions before, but they were changed because of stupid ppl like yourselves. THEN God brought Islam and He will preserve it until the DAY OF RESURRECTION! wen u ppl will be realllllllllllllly sorry for what uve done.. muhahhahaha:)
here lemme share something special

By tee
11/8/2008, 11:55 am

umm here ya goooo
oh yeah, and one more thing. Theres no pt in wasting my time talking ot u guys, said whateva i had to say so if u have something to say, email me.. otherwise forget it u cowards..
Islam IS the fastest growing relgion in the world and pathetic ppl like u can do NOTHING about it
oh yeah,
and good bye

And my response:

By Tonya Greipenweiner
11/8/2008, 1:13 pm

tee, luv, obviously you are hooked on some really good hash, and it was so kind of you to share it with us, but I don't need any lectures about Islam being the fastest growing religion. Why is it that size seems to be the only thing that matters with you sheeple? From what it sounds like, you are either a bitter, barren first wife or a gloating pregnant fourth one.
As for me, I have a Dissociative degree in Middle Eastern Histrionics and a Major Minor in Arab Hubris Studies. So I think I know whereof I speak. As for the BushHitlerHalliburtonCheney legacy, only our children's children will know for sure about the glorious implosion of KKKapitalism, because that is what it will take to reeducate anyone who isn't eliminated. We are celebrating on this thread, but you continue to crap in our punchbowl. Please. Decorum.

Res ipsa loquitur, indeed!

Friday, November 7, 2008

Mirthful Analysis of our Demise

For all who are down in the dumps and fearful about the coming years ahead,

Iowahawk looks at things in his own special way.

Best line: "So for now, let's put politics aside and celebrate this historic milestone. In his famous speech at the Lincoln Memorial 45 years ago, Dr. King said "I have a dream that one day my children will live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin, but by the content of their character." Let us now take pride that Tuesday we Americans proved that neither thing matters anymore."

And that ties nicely into this story

Black Man Given Nation's Worst Job

WASHINGTON—African-American man Barack Obama, 47, was given the least-desirable job in the entire country Tuesday when he was elected president of the United States of America. In his new high-stress, low-reward position, Obama will be charged with such tasks as completely overhauling the nation's broken-down economy, repairing the crumbling infrastructure, and generally having to please more than 300 million Americans and cater to their every whim on a daily basis. As part of his duties, the black man will have to spend four to eight years cleaning up the messes other people left behind. The job comes with such intense scrutiny and so certain a guarantee of failure that only one other person even bothered applying for it. Said scholar and activist Mark L. Denton, "It just goes to show you that, in this country, a black man still can't catch a break."

And what would we do without video? Glorious schadenfreude!

Election Causes Obama Supporters to Realize Just How Empty Their Lives Are

Of course, irony-packed reality is much more satisfying.

Consider this spreading around of the wealth, guys!

Thursday, November 6, 2008

How to have fun with the religiously insane

Not too long ago, on this post, I wrote a silly parody of a possible Ramadan carol, should it ever come to that. I posted it here and elsewhere, then pretty much forgot about it.

I often post comments under various names, Jauhara al Kafirah, Tonya Greipenweiner, Scherzo and Jaujau, just to name them all....oh, and now I just write under my real name. That way, the authorities won't have too much of a problem locating me when the time for my re-education comes.

Apparently, someone didn't like my attempt at sacrilege and wrote a thoroughly angry rant about it...and she gave me her personal email address. I think she likes me.  Here it is. I look forward to more of this in the future:

From Red Square Records, first published 3/8/2006:

By tee
11/6/2008, 5:54 pm

Jauhara al Kafirah wrote
Time for the Ramadan festivities, and what better way to start the bouncing sploding ball a bouncing and a sploding but with some music to take our minds off the rumbling in our tumblies!

Tis the season to be fasting.
fawafawafah, wa-fatwah!
Kill the infidels with blasting!
Fawa fawa fah, wa-fatwah!
Doff their heads, those gays in peril,
Fafafa wawawa FATWA!
Troll the blogs and post things puerile,
fawa fawa faaaaah wa fa-at wah!


(edit: What's up with the winking smiley?)

Anyhoo, I thought I would respond as Tonya Greipenweiner, and here it is:

By Tonya Greipenweiner
11/6/2008, 11:10 pm

Tee, girlfriend you need to speak just a little bit louder, cuz I'm deef in one of my earholes. I see that you are a product of affirmative action, which explains your disastrous, incoherent college level discourse on this thread. As for the black man ruling America, let us just put this nonsense to rest: He is a Kendonesian Halfrican American. And he was elected by a majority of White Devils and Jewish Monkey-Pigs, so what is your point? Plus, Ramadan is so over! You have missed all the post-Eid bloodletting and mysogynous release that overtake the Muslim Male after a month of Barmecidal Feasting.

But, I digress.

You sound like a repressed lesbian like myself, but maybe you're not from Lebanon, I have an equally incoherent college age girlfriend who is perpetually angry, too, so I will pass your email on to her. At any rate, I salute you, you're a troll, this is something like a blog, and you have successfully posted something puerile! Congrats! 

Maybe we could make it a threesome!

Wednesday, November 5, 2008

Post Mortem

I am not really in a mood to write something pithy and original, but that doesn't mean others haven't. While doing my morning reading, starting off with Baron Bodissey and Dymphna at Gates of Vienna, I discovered Doug Powers:

President Obama: ‘Hope’ is Found, Now What?

We’ve all heard about hope being lost, but what happens when “hope” is found? Like the age-old question, “What does the dog do when it catches the car?” we’re about to find out what happens when “hope” gets the go-ahead for construction — or destruction, depending on which side of the financial wrecking ball you’re on.

Having won the White House and a large congressional majority, the Democrats are in the midst of a huge celebration, so it will be quite a while before liberals will realize something: When their Shangri-La, pie-in-the-sky socialist grand visions tank, and they will, there will be nobody left to blame. But they’ll blame somebody else anyway — because people who like to “spread the wealth around” like to “spread the blame around” even more.

We will soon have the most leftist President ever, and arguably the most liberal Congress ever. But the real blame for this mess lies with… Republicans. The GOP nominated the weakest possible candidate who’s been tied to more liberals than a life vest on the Mya. I don’t buy the use of George W. Bush as a scapegoat for McCain’s loss. McCain’s loss is due to the fact that McCain was the nominee. Anything else is a weak excuse from a party that isn’t learning its lesson.

In February I called John McCain “the next Bob Dole.” Unfortunately that has come to fruition, minus the pen. Will Republicans ever learn their lesson? I doubt it — if we were that astute, we wouldn’t have nominated “the next Bob Dole” just twelve years after we nominated the first Bob Dole.

All I can say before heading off to bed tonight is this: Joe the Plumber, enjoy your extensive audit.

Update: Republican Consultant Alex Castellanos summed it up last night: “If Republicans can’t beat a lunatic like Al Franken we’re in bad shape.”

Republicans had better do some soul-searching, and fast. The Party isn’t not over yet, but the punch bowl certainly has been pooped in.

And his analysis about the economy to come:

Obama’s leaky plumbing

Barack Obama discovers a leak under his sink, so he calls Joe the Plumber to come and fix it.

Joe drives to Obama’s house, which is located in a very nice neighborhood and where it’s clear that all the residents make more than $250,000 per year.

Joe arrives and takes his tools into the house. Joe is led to the room that contains the leaky pipe under a sink. Joe assesses the problem and tells Obama, who is standing near the door, that it’s an easy repair that will take less than 10 minutes.

Obama asks Joe how much it will cost.

Joe immediately says, "$9,500."

$9,500?" Obama asks, stunned. "But you said it’s an easy repair!"

"Yes, but what I do is charge a lot more to my clients who make more than $250,000 per year so I can fix the plumbing of everybody who makes less than that for free," explains Joe. "It’s always been my philosophy. As a matter of fact, I lobbied government to pass this philosophy as law, and it did pass earlier this year, so now all plumbers have to do business this way. It’s known as ‘Joe’s Fair Plumbing Act of 2008.’ Surprised you haven’t heard of it, senator."

In spite of that, Obama tells Joe there’s no way he’s paying that much for a small plumbing repair, so Joe leaves.

Obama spends the next hour flipping through the phone book looking for another plumber, but he finds that all other plumbing businesses listed have gone out of business. Not wanting to pay Joe’s price, Obama does nothing.

The leak under Obama’s sink goes unrepaired for the next several days.

A week later the leak is so bad that Obama has had to put a bucket under the sink. The bucket fills up quickly and has to be emptied every hour, and there’s a risk that the room will flood, so Obama calls Joe and pleads with him to return.

Joe goes back to Obama’s house, looks at the leaky pipe, and says "Let’s see - this will cost you about $21,000."

"A few days ago you told me it would cost $9,500!" Obama quickly fires back.

Joe explains the reason for the dramatic increase. "Well, because of the ‘Joe’s Fair Plumbing Act,’ a lot of rich people are learning how to fix their own plumbing, so there are fewer of you paying for all the free plumbing I’m doing for the people who make less than $250,000. As a result, the rate I have to charge my wealthy paying customers rises every day.

"Not only that, but for some reason the demand for plumbing work from the group of people who get it for free has skyrocketed, and there’s a long waiting list of those who need repairs. This has put a lot of my fellow plumbers out of business, and they’re not being replaced - nobody is going into the plumbing business because they know they won’t make any money. I’m hurting now too - all thanks to greedy rich people like you who won’t pay their fair share."

Obama tries to straighten out the plumber: "Of course you’re hurting, Joe! Don’t you get it? If all the rich people learn how to fix their own plumbing and you refuse to charge the poorer people for your services, you’ll be broke, and then what will you do?"

Joe immediately replies, "Run for president, apparently."

What Would Betty Davis Say?

Bumpy, indeed!


From Michelle Malkin:

By see-dubya • November 4, 2008 12:49 AM

I’ve felt a renewed purpose among the defenders of ordered liberty and limited government these last few days. I think the tide is turning, and if there were a few more days like we’ve had here lately I would be very confident that things would work out as I’d hoped.

I sure do wish the coal-plant audio had hit early last week. I wish the Palin exoneration had come sooner. I wish MKH’s video, the credit card story, Ayers’ relationship to Cuban Intelligence, the text of Ayers’ book, the Khalidi tape…well, we’ve tried. For good or ill, that part’s over. We’ve made our case. We’ve walked our routes and knocked on doors. We’ve given money. We’ve said our piece. To us is left only the simple duty of voting our conscience and remaining vigilant.

It is out of our hands now, but I do believe it is in someone else’s. And so there is still one more thing left to do.

Pray for our country. By God’s grace, we live in a Republic where we may govern ourselves. Pray God would guide us to do so wisely.

Here is the prayer for our country from the magnificent old 1928 Book of Common Prayer. While my private intercessions are a bit more…specific than this, these sentiments still ring true, across party lines, across the years, and across the issues:

ALMIGHTY God, who hast given us this good land for our heritage; We humbly beseech thee that we may always prove ourselves a people mindful of thy favour and glad to do thy will. Bless our land with honourable industry, sound learning, and pure manners. Save us from violence, discord, and confusion; from pride and arrogancy, and from every evil way. Defend our liberties, and fashion into one united people the multitudes brought hither out of many kindreds and tongues. Endue with the spirit of wisdom those to whom in thy Name we entrust the authority of government, that there may be justice and peace at home, and that, through obedience to thy law, we may show forth thy praise among the nations of the earth. In the time of prosperity, fill our hearts with thankfulness, and in the day of trouble, suffer not our trust in thee to fail; all which we ask through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.

Senator Obama vowed a few days ago that, if elected, he will “fundamentally transform” the United States of America. (Silly me, I thought he was supposed to preserve, protect, and defend the Constitution, not remodel it.) And so he may get to change some laws. He’ll definitely try to take our money and our guns. His goons may break some heads and wreck some careers.

But that fundamental change he’s been waiting for is going to be harder than he realizes. He cannot break our spirits. He cannot fundamentally transform us from Americans into cosmopolitan “citizens of the world”. He can’t deface our pride, and his depredations will only make us cling even more joyfully to our faith. No matter who wins this election, on November 5th, and on January 20th, and every day thereafter we will still be free and emancipated citizens of the greatest nation on God’s earth. Obama and his judges cannot just decree us otherwise.

Not unless we let him. Not unless we give up and act like we’re whipped. Not unless we bow down.

I won’t bow down. Not to the Obamessiah. And I won’t change–or if I do, it certainly won’t be a change he directs, and it won’t be into his idea of what I ought to be.

But maybe that won’t even happen. I remember going to bed in November 2000 thinking the same sort of thing about the incipient presidency of Al Gore. And look how that worked out…

As I said, it is out of our hands. Remain vigilant. Do not bow down. Do not give up.


Here are my thoughts, which are in agreement with see-dubya's:

I thought I would be saddened and fearful by the election of our first Marxist president....but somehow, I am not. I find myself completely at peace. While I was angry at the massive voter fraud, the thuggish behavior of the Oppressed, the collective gullibility of incumbecile American voters, I am still filled with wonder and awe at our great big country, and hope that none of the dire predictions of a New Civil War come to pass. At least for the moment.

My first task today is to say a prayer for our new president and our country:

Father of us all, grant our new leaders wisdom. Keep them from avarice and greed and an unholy lust for power. Grant them, Oh Lord, humility and a call to duty in service of their countrymen, and not themselves.

Grant us wisdom to not complain, but to work diligently, with contentment and thanksgiving, and to remember always first to acknowledge Your Providence for allowing us to live in peace with each other in our nation, regardless of our differences and that we not forget You in any matter, great or small.

Our Father, which art in Heaven, Hallowed be thy name. Thy Kingdom come, Thy will be done, in Earth as it is in Heaven. Give us this day, our daily bread, and forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us. And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil, For Thine is the kingdom, and the power and the glory, forever and ever. Amen

Congratulations, Mr. Obama. May your reign be just and wise.

America The Beautiful - Ray Charles

Update: Pamela Geller is reporting on what may come to pass in the not far off future: Because it is already happening now: 

Dennis received this from a woman who is very active in the Birmingham (MI) Republican Women's Club. She, in turn, received it from the woman who's daughter was stiffed on the tip. Looks as though the daughter had used her cell to capture the pic and send it to her mom. Guess there won't be much "turning of the other cheek" during the Obama Administration.

I think we have just seen the beginning. My daughter is working in a bar in Chicago right now,12:20am. She was waiting on a table of 6 black men and this is the tip they left her. Open the attachment. It shows the paper that they left her on the table as her tip. So as we are watching the first black President giving his acceptance speech the black Americans are now calling the White House the Black house (and my daughter) "Bitch." I am so upset!

Monday, November 3, 2008

Update on LGF

Graphic from Pamela @ Atlas Shrugs

An update to Charles Johnson's banning of Robert Spencer. Yours very truly was banned today for the silliest of reasons: On this thread I posted the following comment: "Yay! More people for Charles to ban!"

And I was.

Scary Movie of the Week, Opening in Theaters of the Absurd on Tuesday, November 4.

Sunday, November 2, 2008

Everything must Change

Don't feel too certain, when the doctor pats your hand, reassuring you that this operation has a 95% success rate and that you'll be just fine. That's what they told my mother when she went into the hospital for a standard C-Section. She died, anyway. Everyone expected her to come out of it just fine, there's a 95% success rate, isn't there? Well, no, there is not. There is a 50 percent chance you will live, and another 50 percent chance you will die. Mom was the 5% who didn't make it. She might have made it IF: it hadn't been the young surgeon's first Caesarian section, if he hadn't perforated the wall of her uterus, if he hadn't perforated the large intestine, if she hadn't developed septic shock, if she hadn't progressed so rapidly to a staph infection, if the nurse giving her a pre-op sedative injection would have simply noted that she'd given her the shot and not been distracted and forgotten, then the second nurse who came and gave her the shot for the second time wouldn't have....and, well, you get my point. Many things go into surviving or dying on the operating table.
And when the doctors reassured my 80 year old aunt Doris that she would be fine, that the stent operation on her heart was routine, with a 95% survival rate, she might have lived, if, the surgeon who'd done this many times before, would not have accidentally burst the aneurism, and a whole host of health problems she brought with her to the operating table that no one could do anything about. Even so,
rest in peace, aunt Doris.

Saturday, November 1, 2008

Adieu, Charles Johnson. I hardly know ye

One of the first blogs I ever read was Charles Johnson's Little Green Footballs. I like his blog, and I have managed to stay out of his radar, usually because I don't post anything that would upset him, and I am basically a nobody. I began reading LGF when I traipsed over from the dictatorial Lucianne Goldberg's (Jonah's mom) site. I was banned from Lucianne's site, for reasons that were never explained fully to me. But that's okay, I simply registered at LGF, which at that time had open registration all the time. This was before 9/11. After 9/11, LGF was the first blog of the day that I read. On the threads I met Evariste and Zorkmidden, and discovered their blog, Discarded Lies. Through LGF, I discovered the fantastic writing of Fjordman, the Blog Gates of Vienna and Auster's View From the Right.
It's sad the rift that has torn apart once good friends. It is even sadder when one person tars all the others with accusations that are untrue. I read GoV, Fjordman, Robert Spencer, and I comment and post links to LGF, and those other sites.
I have not commented on the rift and accusations of racism, because I am an outsider. I am nobody. Few people read my blog, and I write about things that are not of particularly weighty importance.
In essence, my blog doesn't make waves, doesn't cause trouble in the blogosphere. The comments I get are congenial and from a handful of people who are more like family than fans. I am content with that.
I don't consider myself a blog-journalist, and I have no axes to grind with anyone.
As much as I once respected LGF and Charles Johnson, and like his taste in music, I have to say goodbye to him. Because he has accused people whose writings speak for themselves, of racism, and of being in league with Nazis and fascists. This is wrong. Wrong, wrong wrong. They are no such beings.
Robert Spencer gets slammed from so many sides. His only crime is clearly laying out for half-wits like me, just what Islam's writings say about everything under the sun, but mostly jihad, dhimmitude and shari'a. Jihad and Dhimmi Watch are devoted to keeping as many people informed as possible about the truths regarding Islam and the West's reaction to it. That's it. It isn't more or less. Just a constant drumming of uncomfortable truths. And for that, Spencer gets death threats, hounded, falsely accused and now vilified by Charles Johnson.
I don't need to visit or link to LGF anymore, for all of the above reasons. Johnson doesn't need to ban me. I'm a nobody. I'll just ban myself, sir. Adieu.

Thursday, October 30, 2008

How will it all end?

An alliteration of our current crisis: Just when you think it's over, it isn't.

Wednesday, October 29, 2008

Celebrating the End of Days with a Barbecue

This is my 100th post for this year!

I just love those guys at The People's Cube. I can't wait to see what Br'er Bama has in store for those deliciously mischievous little muckrakers.

Obama's WealthSpread™: I Can't Believe It's Not Earned!
By Red Square

While canvassing neighborhoods in Ohio this Sunday, Barack Obama advised a tax-burdened plumber not to worry about money because under his presidency money will disappear since it will no longer have any meaning anyway. Instead, all Americans will be living off Obama's highly nutritive WealthSpread™ formula that is surprisingly low in effort and is being promoted by a group of leading nutritionists known as the Cook Fringe of the Democrat Party under the brand name "I Can't Believe It's Not Earned!"

"Your new tax plan is going to tax me more, isn't it?" the plumber asked, complaining that he was being taxed "more and more for fulfilling the American dream."

"It's not that I want to punish your success," Obama responded. "I just want to make sure that everybody who is behind you, that they've got a chance for success too ... I think when you spread the wealth around, it's good for everybody."

"So instead of cutting taxes with a kitchen knife we'll butter it up with wealth and spread it around like we earned it," the Democratic candidate continued. "It's a patented foreign blend that is guaranteed to help improve my standing in the polls, but it's made with 100% pure American taxpayer sweat, which once again shows how taxes can be patriotic."

When asked to clarify how exactly this plan was going to work, Obama, who is currently ahead in the polls, explained that it was "quite simple: everyone will be contributing according to his abilities and consuming according to his needs, while special observers will be making sure that a worker's contribution does not go above or below the approved list of his abilities. Special distributors will also be making sure that a worker's needs do not exceed the quota based on the availability of the WealthSpread™ formula."

"And, of course, there will also be watchers who will watch these watchers, and the watchers who will watch those watchers, and so on - leading to a full guaranteed employment for everybody."

"What's not to vote for?" Obama finished as he was cheered on by a group of supporters wearing blue pins with the Obama logo and the words "Journalists for Obama."

When the inquiring plumber, in turn, was confronted with a question whether he would like to be in charge of determining his neighbor's needs and WealthSpread™ rations in his community, he lowered his eyes and admitted in a hushed voice that it sounded like an offer he couldn't refuse.

Obama frequently rails against what he calls an immoral Republican concept of tax breaks that somehow "trickle down" to the rest of Americans, contrasting it with the beneficial effects his own low-effort WealthSpread™ formula that he claims has nothing in common with what his opponents label as "wealth redistribution."

Meanwhile, Brother Younger is putting together an End of Days as We Know Them Barbecue, and I was ruminating on what to bring while dining on mediocre fare at Friendly's, tonight. Bleccch. I ordered a scoop of vanilla ice cream with caramel sauce, and then, while the waitress and hubster and Rachel looked on in horror, I grabbed the salt shaker and sprinkled a couple of shakes of salt over it. The waitress walked away, while the husband choked on the question, "Why on earth did you do THAT?" Well, I was taste testing something I saw on Tyler Florence's show, Tyler's Ultimate. This afternoon's Ultimate included a semi-freddo with Salted Caramel Sauce, or as the French who have perfected the recipe say:
Sauce Caramel au Beurre Salé.
And yes, you absolutely must bookmark Smitten Kitchen. And visit her site...often. I have a couple of sites I like, and the top foodies on my blog who rank higher than me are Mermaid's Treasure, Smitten Kitchen, Homesick Texan and Over a Tuscan Stove, whose links are all on the left.
Which brings me back to the salted caramel at Friendly's. The salt was a wonderful complement to the sweetness of the sauce. Just a light seasoning of salt improves the flavor of caramel so much that you can't imagine ever having it without it.
So, I will be bringing to our pre-funerial Monday Night Eve of Destruction Last Supper, the following: Saint Louis Ribs, (forgive me, a Kansas Citian) Vanilla Bean Ice Cream with homemade Salted Caramel Sauce...courtesy of Deb @ Smitten Kitchen. I would kill to find out where I can buy the French salted butter here in Lancaster PA. S.Clyde Weaver sells a lovely New Zealand butter that they use to make Sand Tarts, I may give it a try...or else bring roasted and salted sunflower seeds to sprinkle over the sundaes. (Note: In Lancaster, Sand Tarts are exquisite buttery sugar cookies, rolled as thinly as possible, cut into different shapes, brushed with egg wash with a crushed pecan topping piled in the center....usually. They are typically made at Christmas time. Since cookie making is an individual thing, there are many different recipes for sand tarts, and I tried to look up a Google image of sand tarts....they all look different from each other, and nothing resembled the Sand Tarts I make. They are very labor intensive to make, but worth it. I will write up a Christmas Recipe for them and take my own pics of them, since I saw nothing on Google that resembled a Lancaster County Sand Tart.)
Oh, yes! One More Thing! Congratulations to Matt and Vanessa Huacani on the arrival of their bundle of Joy! Lily Annette Huacani made her appearance on Saturday the 25th of October. Mom is recovering nicely.I can't believe I have known you since you were 9! You are now one of Us....parents, that is!

Monday, October 27, 2008

How to Raise Future Tax Cheats and Black Marketeers

The last several days have not been very pleasant.  My twice a year bout with Bronchitis Death Match was going swimmingly, like drowning goes swimmingly before the actual drowning happens. Luckily, just as I was  sitting there in an upright position and not moving unnecessarily, I was introduced to a new level of Hot Baked Fresh Hell with a slice of Where on Earth did I get this Painful Wound With the Purplish Black Sludge Oozing out, and When Will It Stop syndrome. So far, the bronchitis is winning, but the purplish black sludge has stopped, leaving behind an angry looking scab.  I thought it was a pimple. Silly me. I haven't had a pimple in nearly 25 years or so. Oh well, I suppose it could be worse. It could be Tuesday November 4th and I could be wheezing and oozing during an Obama celebratory dance of death and constitution burning party. BYOF! (Bring Your Own Flag!) So there's still time to come up with food fit for a Wake.

On a more promising note, Irksome Middle Child was all for voting for Obama, until I told her this story I read, by Citizen Warrior @ Infidel Bloggers Alliance.


A Parable For Our Time

Today on my way to lunch I passed a homeless guy with a sign that read "Vote Obama, I need the money." I laughed.

Once in the restaurant my server had on a "Obama 08" button, again I laughed as he had given away his political preference — just imagine the coincidence.

When the bill came I decided not to tip the server and explained to him that I was exploring Obama's "redistribution of wealth" concept. He stood there in disbelief while I told him that I was going to redistribute his tip to someone who I deemed more in need — the homeless guy outside. The server angrily stormed away from me.

I went outside, gave the homeless guy $10 and told him to thank the server inside as I've decided he could use the money more. The homeless guy was grateful.

At the end of my rather unscientific redistribution experiment I realized the homeless guy was grateful for the money he did not earn, but the waiter was pretty angry that I gave away the money he did earn, even though the actual recipient needed the money more.

I guess redistribution of wealth is an easier thing to swallow in concept than in practical application.

My Number 2 daughter discovered the evils of wealth redistribution, when she got her first paycheck  of January 2006, that she'd been looking forward to all week..... she was left with .21.  Yes. That's right, .21. 

How? How could you only get .21 on a paycheck after working for more than 25 hours in the week? Well....our slimebag governor Ed Rendell and his Pennsylvania Kleptocrats passed a law allowing local townships and buroughs to raise the 'local occupational tax'  from 10 dollars a year to as much as 52. Do you think Lancaster restrained itself and raised the occupational tax to 20 for the year? Oh No....that would be, you know, restrained, and all. Nope. They went whole hog and raised it to the maximum. And who got hit the hardest? Was it the rich who don't never no how pay their fair share? Uh-uh. It was the working poor. The teen employee working part time and going to school. The unskilled laborer. People like my then teenage daughter, holding a worthless piece of paper with .21 on it all hers to spend, she cried some bitter angry tears. 

Now she is in college. What are the chances that Obama's Socialist Worker's Paradise Scheme will persuade her to vote for him? Not a chance in Hell.

Update: The Chowder was a major success! We followed up with a Nice Creamy Coconut Custard Pie.

Infidel Cooking Show

Thursday, October 23, 2008

Citizen journalists at a McCain rally

I haven't seen a whole lot of McCain or Obama signs around here. There are some bumper stickers and some signs. This sign, which is on the intertubes, is the best one I have seen this election cycle, so far.

Last Saturday, when Sarah Palin made her brief appearance on Saturday Night Live, she stopped here in Lancaster, Pretzelvania for a pep rally before heading into the lion's den.

I didn't get to go, but here is a video of that appearance....and my only gripe with La Sarah is that she mangled the pronunciation of Hero Township. It is pronounced LAN-kis-ter in these parts. Most people in the country would say LAN-CAS-ter, since there are plenty of Lancasters in the US of A, but I have never ever heard her say it her own spayshul way. Listen for it.


Sarah Palin visits Lancaster, PA.

The video starts off with protestors. Not the kind of big city, in your face protestors, mind you, but quiet, well-mannered and polite. Not your ACORN Nuts, to be sure. Oh well, we're talking about LANkister.

Meanwhile, my good friend Faye Todd, was on that same day in Melbourne Florida, for a McCain rally along with her family, and she thoughtfully supplied some commentary and photos of that event. Thank you Faye, and here is you moment of glory, such as it is on this site:

By Faye and her Family:

Thoughts from Cocoa about the McCain Rally in Melbourne and the state of the campaign in Brevard County, Florida. Anything added by Fay is in parenthesis.

Marianna (26)

The audience at the rally was over the top in enthusiasm. We were cheering over his talking, and it was more than that we all liked what he said. The people at this recent Melbourne rally were already staunch supporters, and they already knew what he was going to say. It was the one time to be completely enthusiastic because you just can’t do that among ordinary people in an ordinary setting. Conservatives, in my experience, tend to restrain themselves in regards to talking politics in public and polite company. All that bottled up energy exploded. The people behind McCain want to win so badly because we know what’s at stake.

Croce (22)

I don’t think the news is being truthful. I think he did fine at the Rally; I could hardly hear him because everyone was screaming so much.

On campus (Brevard Community College), many people are going to vote for McCain.

The only one who gives me a hard time (for wearing her McCain/Palin hat and pins) doesn’t know what he’s talking about.

Faye (58)

I could feel the incredible energy in the place. There was a moment when I realized everyone was willing John McCain to win. The people in that auditorium were begging him to win. He was forceful, energetic, warm, and determined. We couldn’t even hear his last few sentences because of the screaming and clapping but we knew he was exhorting us to Fight, Stand and Fight. It’s what we’ve been waiting for.

I am daring to believe he will win. As I said before, I wanted to believe in this candidate, and I found a reason. His character and determination to stand his ground for his convictions put him light years ahead of his opponent.

I can tell you he inspired a lot of people at that rally to get out of their comfort zones and do something to help him. That’s why I’m going to our local Victory Office tomorrow to help out on the phone banks. We have got to win. I couldn’t stand it if I did nothing .

Richard (58)

We are deep in conservative country so we wouldn’t know how McCain is doing in the rest of Florida. In our neighborhood every lawn sign supports McCain.

In my humble opinion:

* He’s going to win in Brevard County.
* A lot of people in Florida who are saying they’ll vote for Obama won’t.
* A lot of people who intend to vote for McCain are saying they are undecided.

If someone exit polls me, I’ll tell then to pound sand, but nicely.

The Bradley Effect is a mask for another effect, which is that some people really don’t like him. Then it will be an excuse for his failure to win the election and a rallying cry for rioting.

Juliette (48)

My impression of the rally was that God’s behind all of it, behind everything.

My theory: John McCain is running his campaign to please God.

(As though he’s saying)

I’m not going to cheat and lie. I’m obeying God and then leaving the results to God.

That’s why I think he’s going to win. I have a feeling he’s going to win.

Dave (49)

It was the first time I heard John McCain speak in which he was completely fluid, not stumbling, completely on target, best I’ve ever seen him.

Specifically about the Democrats and how they will overspend, and how he will reform.

He spoke to us on the Space Coast about funding the space program and not canceling the Shuttle until we have a replacement program.

(His) concept of Peace, Prosperity and Reform is concise and what he needs to win. He finally got it down to three words.

For the first time I in weeks, I felt he could come up from behind and win against the Obama campaign.

He was all together and really smooth.

Mary (80)

One of the reasons I was first attracted to McCain (8 years ago) was he was not one-sided. He reached across; if he believed in something it didn’t matter if he worked with a Republican or a Democrat. If he believes in it he fights for it.

I think he might win. I think he can bring us together.

It’s a long shot but I think people are going to come to their senses.

Thank you Faye and the Todd Family. I hope you enjoyed seeing yourselves in print. I appreciate that though we haven't met, we have so much in common, so many of the same hopes and dreams and aspirations for our country. Amazing how the miles disappear thanks to the evil technology in the Great Satan!