This pic may be a bit unfair, because I don’t think Barry could rap a minute without losing consciousness. 

This artcle from this weeks Economist:

“Conscious rappers are often well-meaning. Dead Prez, a duo from Florida, sometimes toss apples into the audience to encourage healthy eating. But when it comes to more contentious political issues, hip-hop offers no plausible solutions; only impotent and sometimes self-destructive rage. In “Lost in tha System” by Da Lench Mob, for example, the vocalist says, of a judge: “He added on another year cos I dissed him. Now here I go gettin’ lost in the system.” The disrespect in question was a suggestion that the judge perform fellatio on him.

Fans love rappers partly because they strike such a confrontational pose. Dead Prez sometimes burn dollar bills to protest the evils of capitalism, and their lyrics accuse teachers of teaching “white man lies”. Mr McWhorter summarises the message of hip-hop as: “Things will keep sucking until there is a revolution where the white man finally understands and does a complete 180-degree turn.” This was true half a century ago in the segregated South. But today, it is nonsense. ”


Read complete article here.


Pregnancy pact?  Sounds crazy to me. Not silly, or stupid… full blown, out of your mind, lock ’em up crazytown.  Would moral relativism be to blame here?  Abandoning reason and reality for hedonistic narcissism?  How about just simple disregard for human life? Odds are, a life of poverty awaits 70% of the babies. Well done, kiddies.

 Neil at 4Simpsons has a handle on the situation.



The gaffes and exposure keep piling up for The Big O almost daily. He now reveals that his Christianity is the good old leftist Social Gospel of his progressive forefathers, hopefully with the eugenics jettisoned. Although he most certainly slept through or skipped Sunday School, I’m guessing he could light you up with Black Liberation theology and it’s Marxist tenets for the “true” Christian, the socially conscious, politically correct,  defender of the oppressed (that’s everyone except white males, in case you weren’t sure).

Here are 10 reasons Obamas wrong for the job of President, and this list includes only policy issues. God knows there are many, many more.

Oh yeah, your a racist.  Don’t bother denying it.

Because the surge in Iraq has been a serious success, and B.O. is dedicated to radical Marxist attitudes and actions toward U.S. policies and particularly, the U.S. military, he’s got a problem.

How can he possibly keep his promise to remove all combat troops within his first year as president? He might dream of doing so, humiliating the nation and our military, but still…

Just exactly why would a leftist want to see the west lose a war against radical Islamists who would most certainly turn to our shores for more terror acts and probably demoralize the U.S. military, wounding our best hope for protection?

Ideologically, it’s a required attitude from committed Marxist-Leninist comrades-in-arms: American Thinker

At some point in the lives of ordinary Americans, some earlier than others, the realization that your nations interests are being looked after by people elected every once in a while to this office or that becomes reality. You know this because you hear about these elections on the news, now that you’ve decided to watch, or from a friend or relative, or maybe you asked someone about their “I voted” sticker on their shirt. You then make a conscious choice to look into this matter, maybe even listen to the various ideas candidates have, pick a side, then actually vote. Voting isn’t a requirement, and some people never do, but you learn that power decides for you, so grab some for yourself, by putting your person in there to fight for you. At least, that’s the way it’s supposed to work.

Among many aggravations which arise when people decide to invest themselves in this process, a good example is having heard most assuredly that “this election is the most important in the history of the country”, and then having your candidate lose that election, angst beyond measure is certainly generated. Watching the other sides candidate cheerily espousing the exact opposite of what you have decided is true and good, with a cheering crowd attending the affair, can be annoying at best. Then there’s the odd case when your elected officials position on an issue precisely matches yours, bills are passed, law is made, bureaucracy lumbers into action, but a small group of unelected officials halt or misdirect the whole matter. (See The Courts)

Becoming involved in the political arena is always a great idea. Staying informed, discussing ideas, helping others understand issues and candidates will always be a civic duty of the committed citizen and warrants commendation and praise. They say discussing politics with friends and family is, or ought to be, forbidden in normal life. Those who preach this are out to hide something or cowards.

Also, helping the less experienced around you to parse candidates positions with civility and grace will always be helpful, though I stink at it…my blood pressure goes up exponentially when I hear what I’ve determined to be less than truthful ideas or just plain bad policy being extolled by candidates. I change the channel when those with whom I disagree are at a rally, finding it easier to restrain my contempt when the format is an interview without the herd catterwalling in the background. Even then, I sometimes yell at the TV, mostly to make a point to my wife, whose a genteel and civil woman and a person who seeks to avoid conflict. For the most part, I indulge her taste for the sake of peace, but I confess that it’s a struggle.

Crudely stated, the deal in America is that you get to shoot your mouth off, no matter how ludicrous, and then I get my turn as well, and then we call that exercise tolerance, hopefully arriving at an understanding. I’m not so sure anymore. We have a second generation intolerant policy, one of many stealthily slipped into place, where word monitoring thought police decide what you can and cannot say. This leads, of course, to lots of lying and unresolved issues.

So, what’s my point?

This is the time of year when millions of people wake from their hibernation and begin to notice something different going on, many for the first time in their lives. They hear lots of packaged, nuanced ideas in speeches that sound just peachy and noble, compassionate and nice. What they don’t hear are in-depth explanations of these ideas, whether they’ve been tried before, or how badly they may have failed. They don’t hear who originated the ideas and policies, nor does the coded language used to present them have a legend. In short, this is the time of year when April Fool’s lasts all the way up to November 4th.

Please be encouraged to help our fellow Americans learn to tolerate differences of opinion, to challenge ideas they disagree with, to express freely their own ideas, to vote for candidates that represent what’s best for America, not just themselves, and, if possible, learn to enjoy the whole frustrating, exasperating experience.

I can only roughly misquote this, but basically, “Politics is the way we manage our hate for one another.” Strong perhaps, but truish.

One difference between America and a great deal of the rest of the world; we peacefully transfer power to our political enemies. No tanks, no rioting in the streets, no murder of the opposition…it’s what makes us great. The claim is we’re more divided than ever. Maybe, but we have a way to cooperate and co-exist that will hopefully be around indefinitely.

The version above may be what they have in mind, but, maybe not.

I’m not certain how this happened, but the LA Times, not your average conservative cheerleader, published an opinion piece encouraging the addition of Bible study to public school curriculum.

Frankly, I’m stunned. Most public school personnel would call the ACLU and the police if a Bible was discovered on school grounds. Nevertheless, uniform curriculum would be strictly adhered to and the goal would be to raise seriously shameful illiteracy regarding scripture.

Why anyone at the LA Times would think that was a good idea is beyond me.

Excerpts from the article:

“In a religious literacy quiz I have administered to undergraduates for the last two years, students tell me that Moses was blinded on the road to Damascus and that Paul led the Israelites on their exodus out of Egypt. Surveys that are more scientific have found that only one out of three U.S. citizens is able to name the four Gospels, and one out of 10 think that Joan of Arc was Noah’s wife. No wonder pollster George Gallup has concluded that the United States is “a nation of biblical illiterates.”

“One solution to this civic problem is to teach Bible classes in public schools. By Bible classes I do not mean classes in which teachers tell students that Jesus loves them or that the Bible is the inerrant word of God, but academic courses that study the Bible’s characters and stories as well as the afterlife of the Bible in literature and history. Last week, the Georgia Board of Education gave preliminary approval to two elective Bible courses designed to teach religion rather than preach religion. As long as teachers stick to the curriculum, this is a big step in the right direction.”

Read complete article here.


I’ve committed my Wednesday post to honoring the men and women who serve the United States of America through all branches of the military service. These heroic, volunteer service people have made themselves available to defend the nation, and cannot be praised or thanked enough.


Almost a month ago, the Wednesday Hero Blogroll received an email from a reader named Mike Gardner that contained something he had written in honor of this country’s heroes. He asked that it be considered for a future post. It took almost a month, but here is his tribute.

At The Right Time, We Remember

The honor roll goes back farther than we can remember, it contains names we will never know…

I wasn’t there when the American Colonial Army stood winter guard in the snows of Valley Forge wearing bloody rags for boots as they fought for my freedom.

I wasn’t there in the war of 1812.

I wasn’t in the trenches when the German’s seared the lungs of young American men with mustard gas as they fought for my freedom in World War One.

I wasn’t at Pearl Harbor when a single Japanese bomb detonated a million pounds of black powder on the Arizona and instantaneously killed over one thousand American sailors preparing to defend my freedom against the Japanese and the Nazis.

I didn’t see the bullet riddled bodies of the Americans who died defending my freedom in Korea.

I only vaguely remember the nightly news clips of American soldiers as they carried out our government’s orders in the jungles and swamps and tunnels of Vietnam.

I have never been with a family who lost a son or a daughter defending Kuwait, Afghanistan, or Iraq.

I wasn’t there with any of them when they suffered as prisoners of war in any of these wars.

I have never been with a family whose child died in a peace time military training exercise.

Not every one of our veterans saw combat. Some were clerks, cooks, mechanics, machinists. Some served during war time, some served during peace time, some serve in peace today, ready for battle tomorrow. Today they prepare for the ongoing war against terrorists. Some gave their lives, some suffered wounds, some saw things that no human should ever have to see, and many did things that no human should ever have to do. And all gave their daily life, for a period of time, while many more gave their time to work in the industries that sustained our veterans.

Not all of those who have protected my freedom were even in the military. Some of them were the firemen, policemen, and paramedics who risked their lives each day, rushing in where most of us would never tread. Some are the doctors and nurses who treat the wounded, and go home and cry for them. Some of them were “just” passengers on commercial airline flights who, with faith in Christ, calmly chose to fight, and die if necessary, rather than let Flight 93 be used as a weapon against their country and their fellow citizens.

When I tried to join the US Air Force, my application was turned down for medical reasons.

Because others were, and will be there, I am privileged to continue to live in the greatest nation the world has ever known and to enjoy the greatest freedoms that any people have ever known.

The honor roll stretches forward to times, and places, and names we will never know…

And so I thank you, veteran, whoever you are, and wherever you are, whenever your service.

Thank you Vet. Thanks Dad. Today, I remember WHY I am free, and I thank you.

I know that when you were asked, at the right time, like Christ, you gave your life for me.

These brave men and women sacrifice so much in their lives so that others may enjoy the freedoms we get to enjoy everyday. For that, I am proud to call them Hero.
We Should Not Only Mourn These Men And Women Who Died, We Should Also Thank God That Such People Lived

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