Sometimes The Answer Is No

"Our way of life depends not only on cheap, abundant oil but also on a seemingly endless line of credit. Within a single lifetime, the U.S. has gone from creditor nation to debtor nation. The current crisis in the mortgage industry, which threatens to derail the entire economy, derives from the conviction that desire is its own justification. That is, if you want something, you are entitled to it, no matter its cost – and anybody who tells you different is a knave. Politicians of both parties depend on telling this lie.

Technology has aided and abetted our false sense of freedom, leading us to believe that scientists, the sorcerers of a materialist age, will conjure new spells to extend man's mastery of an unruly natural world. The idea that human ingenuity might not be able to save us never seems to cross anybody's mind."

Rod Dreher


Grampy McCain Makes His Pick

"[A]s for that V.P. talk all the time, I’ll tell you, I still can’t answer that question until somebody answers for me what is it exactly that the V.P. does every day? I’m used to being very productive and working real hard in an administration. We want to make sure that that V.P. slot would be a fruitful type of position, especially for Alaskans and for the things that we’re trying to accomplish up here for the rest of the U.S., before I can even start addressing that question."

Sarah Palin
2008 Republican Vice President Candidate

Daddy Yankee Goes For McCain

"One of his most famous songs, I know you're very familiar with, 'Gasolina'. Well, here he is: Daddy Yankee."

John McCain
Before a crowd of 14, 12 and 10 years old
(Children old enough to be McCain's great-great grandchildren)

PHOENIX -- There were squeals and giggles from teenage girls at Arizona Sen. John McCain's appearance at Central High School this morning -- not for him, but for Daddy Yankee, the Puerto Rican reggaeton star who offered the GOP presidential candidate his surprise endorsement.

The audience of more than 100 students seemed slightly sleepy for McCain's opening remarks about the importance of voting and the national leaders who have come from Arizona. But they perked up when he promised a "special guest" and "a great American success story."

Slyly withholding the name, McCain mentioned that the guest, who is 31, has been married for 15 years and has children who are 14, 12 and 10 years old.



68 Days Left Till The Election...

"Better late than never" seems to be the motto for our odyssey to cover the Democratic National Convention in Denver, Colorado. We thought we'd be in Denver Sunday, but stuff happens...

Never having been to Denver before, it was like driving into postcard. It was seeing the pot of gold at the of a modern day version of the Grapes of Wrath gone sour.

We got an early start last Saturday morning and all went well. We decided to avoid the freeways and angle our way from New Richmond, Wisconsin to Grand Island, Nebraska to see some of the scenery and avoid getting trapped in the 18-wheeler NASCAR race that makes up today's driving on the freeway. As designated navigator on the trip, I poured over the complimentary road atlas I get from my State Farm agent. I picked a route that look as direct route as possible and discussed the route with the wife. I prefaced my route pitch to my wife by tell her the my Dad always told me that "if you really want to see the countryside stay off the freeways." After reviewing the route, she agree it was drivable. Later on the trip near Howells, Nebraska she said, "if we don't get back on the freeway pretty fast, you are going to lunch meat in the ditch for the Corn husker state crows." And she added, "Give me another Red Bull," as she swerved down in the right hand ditch to avoid a Nebraska highway patrol speed trap.

Howells, Nebraska was our first indication of what an important mission we were on. It was here that we realized the DNC in Denver was a truly huge thing that would be attracting people from everywhere in the US of A. It was just luck that we stopped in scenic Howells...maybe it was the wife's inability to hold a half gallon of Red Bull in her bladder and a her stubborn refusal to squat beside the passenger side of the car to relieve herself. When I pointed out to her the Freud said male superiority comes from man's ability to control fire via urination, she casually asked if it remember her packing her .45 caliber pistol, she said, "Good," and added "so shut up potential crow bait."

Anyway, we drove into Howells on a hot, August Saturday afternoon in search of a place for the wife to pee. There were no convenience stores. The library was closed. The only place open on Main Street was the Crimson Crock Bar and Cafe. So we went in, grab a table and the wife went to use the bathroom. She open the door and I guy shouted "Hey lady, what's you hurry? Let me get the overalls buttoned up."

He finally came out and she went in. While I waited, I noticed to the two guys sitting at the table next to me. They didn't look like they belong in a one-uni-sex bathroom town with a dirt road Main Street in Nebraska. One had a "Live Liberal" t-shirt on, the other a big Obama button pinned to his shirt and both with earrings in each ear. They were engaged in a heated discussion that I could easily overhear.

"I never thought it would be like this. When we left Chicago to drive to Denver, I never dreamed we wouldn't be able to just pull over on any Main Street in America and get a double, latte grandee at the local Starbucks. This is just freaking me out," said the Live Liberal shirt kid.

Obama-button kid said, "Call you believe that waitress? We I asked her where the nearest sushi bar was, she said it was too late. The fish fries are all on Friday night around here."

"I couldn't believe she said 'you mean a hi-fi,' when I asked her if there was a wifi connection around here," whispered Live Liberal boy.

"Man, this trip to Denver is turning out to be a ride down the highway to hell," groaned Obama Button boy.

"Denver," I said and joined their conversation. "Are you guys going to Denver?"

"We are and we can't wait to get out of this cow pasture called Nebraska and get to a semi-civilized place like Denver," said Live Liberal guy quite exasperated.

"At least the have Starbucks in Denver," added Obama Button boy.

Just then the front door open and a big, fat redneck wearing 4XXXX a Cobly Teeth concert came in an said, "Did ya all see the Subaru out here with with the homo bumper stickers on its rear end?"

One of the guys at the bar said, "Subaru? Ain't that the favorite car of lesbians?" He slowly turned and addressed his question to Live Liberal and Obama Button how were quickly heading out the door. See in this, he ambled to his feet and step right in front of the wife who was finally returning from the bathroom.

"Get out of my way fat boy," she barked at him and pushed him back on his stool. He started to say something to the 350 tub of ignorant lard, but she shut him up by saying, "Your right, nobody talks to you like that...till now. If I lived around here, you'd be a 150 pound man in a jogging suit saying 'Yes dear, what can I get for you.' And since your tongue is too hot tied to speak, buy me a beer and get one for my chauffeur over there." She pointed at me.

"You heard the lady," he said to the bar tender.

The sun was nearly starting to set, by the time the wife was back in the driver's seat with the pedal to the metal. We left after we'd finally drank up all of fat boy's money...after all, we are Democrats on a mission. As we headed West into the Saturday night sunset, fat boy was resting easily on Main Street in Howells, Nebraska.

As the speedometer hit 110, I knew we were way behind schedule and the wife would do whatever it took to make up lost time. The last thing I remember about that part of the trip was crouching down behind the front seat, trying to remember how to pray the rosary and hearing the wife shout "Give me another Red Bull Friar Tuck!"

More to follow...


Shockin' Ya'll: Toby Keith Praises Obama

"There's a big part of America that really believes that there is a war on terrorism, and that we need to finish up. So I thought it was beautiful the other day when Obama went to Afghanistan and got educated about Afghanistan and Iraq. He came back and said some really nice things.

So as far as leadership and patriotism goes, I think it's really important that those things have to take place. And I think he's the best Democratic candidate we've had since Bill Clinton. And that's coming from a Democrat."

Tody Keith
Country Music Star

Read more @ Wired.


Noose Talk: Toby Keith's Obama Support Up In The Air

Lynching Advocate Toby Keith: Obama "Talks, Acts, And Carries Himself As A Caucasian"

"Last week, I reported for the Huffington Post that country singer Toby Keith had performed a pro-lynching anthem on the Colbert Report, and would be playing the same song soon on the Tonight Show with Jay Leno and a slew of nationally televised talk shows.

The lyrics of Keith's song, "Beer For My Horses," which I transcribed, could hardly be less explicit -- "Hang 'em high, for all the people to see." In my piece, I also noted the racially tinged nature of the song's video and the forthcoming movie that Keith's song inspired.

The response from right-wing blogs was swift and strident. Townhall.com whined that "The Liberal Lynching of Toby Keith" had taken place; Lonewacko claimed that Keith was actually "promoting lawful executions." And Keith found an avid defender in Robert Stacy McCain, the disgraced former Washington Times reporter and avowed neo-Confederate who once allegedly ranted in the middle of the Times newsroom that slavery was 'good for the blacks and good for property owners.'"

Max Blumenthal

Read more @ Huffington Post.


Is McCain Stuck On The Sixties?

Public v. Private Industry

He described his military experience in the first World War to me with satisfaction. "I was young then," he said, "and I am amazed that I showed such good sense. I have often thought," he went on, "that if any big company like General Motors or Standard Oil should start a private army, no public army would stand a chance against it. A private company is organized to do something or to produce something, profit or gold or steel. It has a direction. But a public army is made up of millions of individuals all working for themselves. Some want promotions, some want to steal, some want personal power or glory, and some want simply to get out. Very few have any interest in winning a war."

Ed Ricketts
About Ed Ricketts by John Steinbeck


The McCain's -- Just Simple Folks

GOP Would Sell Your Sister To Win

More thoughts on Jerome Corsi author of Obama Nation:

"The world should give Corsi credit where it is due: This is the second big-time smear-hustle he has pulled off in a presidential election. As he is an authoritarian conservative (a type with which I am too familiar), you can be assured that he does not give a hoot what names he is called; that he is comfortable in the self-perceived rectitude of his conduct; and that he is only worried about getting to the bank with his advance and royalty checks, rather than about what anyone thinks of him.

The only real abomination in Corsi's work, in the end, is that John McCain has not denounced his 'Obama Nation.'"

John Dean

Read more @ Find Law.

73 Days Left...

Obama still hasn't announced his VPee yet. I've texted him with my suggestion to fool everybody and pick Joe Lieberman. I'm waiting for him to get back. To balance my bet, I've been calling John McCain's various homes and leaving messages telling him to pick Hillary as his VPee. Couldn't you see McCain and Hillary jetting off to international flash points and leaving Bill and Cindy alone back home sitting around drinking Buds and eating pork rinds.

I am doing my last minute packing for the trip to Denver. I've got all the Hawaiian shirts ironed, a couple of new Che buttons and a case of Yukon Jack. Since the wife and I are driving out to Denver, she says we'll be leaving tomorrow morning at 5 AM sharp. With that in mind, I won't be able to spend a lot of time on today's journal entry. With luck, we should make it to the Grand Island, Nebraska Super 8 before supper tomorrow night. As always, we will be stopping at all the Happy Chefs along the way. We wouldn't have to stop so much, if the wife didn't drink so many Red Bulls. Although I must say it is interesting to listen her sing along to the Dead Kennedy's at full volume with all the windows down doing 90 miles an hour on a Nebraska blue highway.

The wife always drives on these trips. She says I drive too slow. Unlike most husbands, I was honest at the marriage altar. Instead of saying "I do," I said "whatever." After I slipped the ring on her finger, she handed me a "to do." After watching McCain and Obama do their religious tap dance in the Broke-back Church last week, I will feel much better about riding in the car crouched behind the front seat praying to Jesus that we make safely to the next Happy Chef. I don't mind her driving 90 mph. It's the passing on the right shoulder that makes me expand the carbon footprint on the back of my underwear. Marriage is all about learning to compromise and I learned to compromise early in my marriage when I gave up extreme sports like showering with and electric toaster and just let the wife drive. I'm comfortable with my role as navigator. Whenever she asks me anything, I tell her to go to hell.

It was a slow, political news day today, but I did get a chance to stop by the campaign offices to get up-to-date of the hot campaign gossip. So far, neither the local GOPee or Democrap offices have figured out that I am volunteering at both offices. The volunteers in those offices hate the mythical beasts in the other office so much that they will drive up five miles out of their way to go to the Dairy Queen just so they don't have to drive past the other party's campaign office.

Today at the GOPee office, I got Darla all whipped up about a bumper sticker I saw. I told her that it said "How can you be pro-life and support the death penalty?" She started speaking in tongues and finally blurted out that she would be writing a letter to the editor about that. I told her the bumper sticker was on a lavender Pirus and was no doubt some diversity-loving tree hugger with San Fransisco tendencies. I wanted to bring a couple extra McCain buttons with me but didn't want to pay so I pointed out the window and said to Darla "Look there goes Michelle Bachman." While she was vigorously scanning Main Street saying "Where, where, where," I stuffed a handful of McCain buttons in my pocket and left.

Down at the Democratic office, I hung around the office agreeing with a couple of former Girl Scouts that the Democrats would win by a landslide if the Republicans weren't so mean. Then I told them I saw a Hummer parked in front of the GOPee office with California plates sporting a bumper sticker that read "How can you kill babies and be against killing Islamo fascist terrorists?"

After an hour of this political chatting, it was time to go and I need to steal a few extra Obama buttons. I pointed out the window and said, "Hey look it's Arnold Schwarzenegger in his Hummer!" While the girls were vigorously scanning Main Street saying "Where, where, where," I stuffed a handful of Obama buttons in my pocket and left.

Since the wife and I were getting ready to leave on a once and a lifetime chance to cover both the Democratic and GOPee conventions, I decided to get the wife a little present. So I stopped by the local sex shop and got a new pair of fuzzy handcuffs. I thought it might compliment the wife's marital aid arsenal. The whip gets a little old. Especially since she only uses it on me when I refuse to mow the lawn. For the record, my favorite marital aid is a pair of ear plugs.

Time to hit the hay. Tomorrow will be a long day with a lot of praying to do.

More to come...