Monday, June 29, 2009
Sunday, June 28, 2009
I couldn't find the embed code, so here's the link to his remarks about the 300+ page amendment to the ACES Act (Cap and Trade) filed by Henry Waxman at 3:09 A.M. Friday morning before a vote scheduled at 5:00 p.m. that same day. He made Waxman look like the pontifical ass he is.
I'm sorry, but I am all fired-up about this hurricane-force speed that Congress has adopted in the process of enacting legislation that is WAY too complex and WAY too overreaching. California has been oh-so-successful in its own governance! I say that we send ALL the California delegation back home to clean up their own house before they go messing with anyone else's!
Saturday, June 27, 2009
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
The Simon Property Group ("SPG") recently leaned on a neighbor and revoked permission for the Atlanta Tea Party 4th of July event, scheduled since March, to use its easements to access property at the Gwinett Place Mall. Fortunately, the expected 20,000 - 30,000 Tea Partiers will be able to join another nearby Tea Party. One of the organizers stated:
"It is unfortunate the event had to be canceled," said Julianne Thompson, event co-organizer. She continued, "The old Macy's building is on private property, and not owned by Simon Malls, however the mall manager asked the property owner and I to come in the office on Thursday of this week [June 18], and told us Simon does not want political events on its property. They were also concerned about the fact we were using the term 'protest.' Although the event was on private property, the mall was able to assert authority on the matter due to reciprocal property easement agreements."
American Thinker has an idea why this happened:
"Following the money, connecting the dots:
Gwinnett Place Mall shut down the Atlanta Tea Party.
Simon Property Group owns Gwinnett Place Mall.
Melvin Simon (a Forbes 400 billionaire) is Co-chairman of Simon Property Group, Inc.
Melvin Simon has provided large political contributions to Barack Obama, Hillary Clinton, Al Franken, John Edwards, the DNC and many other Democrats and Democrat organizations.
Melvin Simon was a major contributor to Barack Obama inaugural committee and has given at least $1 million to the William J. Clinton foundation.
Melvin's wife, Bren, personally donated almost $100,000 to various political candidates, was a fundraiser for Hillary Clinton's presidential bid, and contributed to President Obama's inaugural committee."
Doesn't want political events on its property, my sweet Aunt Fanny. How many politicians have cut ribbons and fund-raised at malls across America?
I emailed corporate asking for locations of their properties that I can boycott -- I doubt I'll get a reply. Using their website, however, I learned that SPG owns/manages Esplanade Mall in Kenner, LA, and McCain Mall in North Little Rock, AR, among other places. I think I'll drop a little love note to the malls' management, advising them that I choose to shop elsewhere because of SPG's politics, specifically concerning the Atlanta Tea Party. Care to join me?
Contact Simon Properties.
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Hmmm. So now he's the "spanker-in-chief?"
And, have you ever noticed that he rarely answers the question he has been asked? I'm really tired of politicians who do that. Seriously tired.
Sunday, June 21, 2009
Friday, June 19, 2009
Senator Barbara Boxer
112 Hart Senate Office Building
Washington, D.C. 20510
re: Your boorish behavior
How high is that horse you're perched upon? What were you thinking when you, with a put-upon and exasperated tone of voice, challenged Brigadier General Michael Walsh's use of the respectful salutation, "ma'am," when addressing you? You stated that you "worked very hard" to acquire the title, "Senator," and preferred that you be addressed by that title. Well, la-ti-dah.
It's clear that you were not reared in a home that practiced and taught common courtesy, much less protocol. Perhaps you should study the State Department's protocol order of preference list, or that of the U.S. Army. In doing so, you would learn that, as a Senator, you outrank the good General in civilian affairs. He was giving honor and respect to you by referring to you as "ma'am," just as he would to a military member who outranked him.
General Walsh was doing your bidding, testifying to provide you with information about Gulf Coast restoration efforts. He was there at the invitation of your committee, so he was, in essence, your guest. Is this how you treat your guests? If so, I'm grateful that I'm merely a member of the great unwashed who will never merit an invitation to see you in action as a hostess; my husband is a retired Army officer, and I might be tempted by training and genteel southern tradition to refer to you as "ma'am." I wouldn't want to offend.
Your behavior, Senator Boxer, is that of the worst kind of feminist. Your behavior is the kind that causes the good ol' boys to smile and shake hands to your face, then laugh and refer to you by derogatory names in the men's room. Your kind of feminism makes it all the more difficult for young women to break into a "man's profession." I should know -- I watched your kind make it all the more difficult for me to gain the respect of my fellow attorneys a generation ago. I thought we, as a society, had grown beyond petty sniping between the sexes.
Or, instead of sexism, is it the military that is the subject of your disdain? Either way, take a breath and think before engaging your mouth.
Up til now I've had no desire to live in California, but if it meant I could vote against this shrew tomorrow, I'd "load up the truck and move to Bever-lee. Hills, that is. Swimming pools, movie stars." And insufferable elected officials. Where do they find these people?!?!
Thursday, June 18, 2009
Monday, June 15, 2009
My official re-entry date to New Orleans was May 22nd, even though we hopscotched from Little Rock to New Orleans the entire month of May and some of June. Although I was anxious to “be” home amid my stuff, I was grateful for just a little more time in Little Rock so we could squeeze out one more meal with friends and be around for that first, very scary week of our new grandson’s life. But now John is safely at home with his brother, Will, and we’re home, too.
Since returning to this new New Orleans we have been invaded by termites, munched on by enormous mosquitoes, rear-ended by a drunk driver (and the NOPD patrol car in the lane right next to us didn’t even stop to inquire if we were all right!), have spent a lot of telephone time squatting on hold, and have chased at least two lizards around the upstairs TV room. It all adds up to just one simple conclusion: life in the Big Easy is coming around, closing in on pre-K “normal.” The good news is that our chimneys, awning, and windows have been repaired; progress is being made on the interior paint; the Saints drafted Reggie Bush; and power is back on, albeit sporadically, in most of Lakeview and parts of the Lower Ninth. The “Go Fourth on the River” fireworks display, “Dueling Barges,” was spectacular and several public swimming pools have re-opened, giving many of the city’s shell-shocked children something fun to do other than spray-paint graffiti on fire hydrants and gutted buildings, or shoot at one another.
Both of our daughters have visited with friends in tow, so I have had an excuse to do “disaster tours” for people who haven’t seen ground zero up close and personal. The amount of progress that has been made in many parts of the city is astonishing, at least to me. I’ve had the luxury of driving through devastated neighborhoods only once a month or so since January, so I’m able to see progress where many people who have to face it day in and day out see only the same old ruins.
Summer rains have washed away much of that dusty muck from the streets -- that resonating grayish color that contributed to the city’s resemblance to some post-apocryphal wasteland. And there are now actual streets to be seen where recently there were only crumbling houses that had washed off their foundations and onto the rights-of-way.
Death-defyingly resilient plants and shrubs are greening out above the watermark. How did they survive those filthy flood waters containing Lord knows what? One friend whose house took on 2 ½ feet of water in Lake Vista described the toxicity of that water: his family’s bicycles, hanging on hooks in the garage above the waterline, had the chrome finish curled right off of their frames simply from exposure to the fumes! After figuring that out, they opted not to try to salvage their wine collection that had been submerged in the house, even though the bottles were unopened. Good move. They piled them on the trash heap across the cul-de-sac and watched agog as people driving through the neighborhood stopped and loaded those bottles into their cars! Pilfering such as that could lead to some interesting obituaries.
There are more and more FEMA trailers appearing in neighborhoods that were ghost towns just a few weeks ago and trailers are also disappearing elsewhere, heralding the completion of more and more restorations of people’s homes and lives. We don’t really seem to notice the trailers anymore, just as we don’t pay particular attention to blue roofs – the exotic has become mundane. But I’ll ooh and ahh when I spot a newly-planted landscape as easily as I would at the circus; I wouldn’t have done that this time last year.
Neither would I have questioned a “constant” such as water pressure. Not now. After I watched the oscillating sprinkler’s performance several days ago, I now recognize that I have added a new chapter into my unwritten tell-all book about patience. The level of water spouting from the sprinkler on Sunday morning was more akin to a steam calliope than a water sprinkler – the stream shot up, then plummeted halfway, then sputtered, then stopped, then shot up three-quarters of the highest spout, then settled into a steady stream for several minutes before renewing its funky dance, and finally, it eased into a consistent fountain. For awhile. And that is precisely what we have grown to expect from time to time with our toilet re-fill and showers.
Trash pick-up is its own saga. Earlier this week, we hauled a big load of junk from the attic-room to the curb for pick-up. It’s still sitting there, having been ignored by two different waste collection services. The pile is smaller, however – passersby have helped themselves to whatever they wanted. Someone even slit open one of the big, black construction-grade bags to examine its contents, and dumped out another. Oddly enough, someone “selected” one discarded television, but left the other, larger one. He’ll be sorry when he realizes that he got a black-and-white set instead of one that operates (sort of) in color. I wish he’d taken them both.
And we seem to have “lost” another landscaping light in the front yard. Why someone would bother to “borrow” only one of a set of four is beyond me.
But, two days ago I went to the mailbox and was absolutely thrilled to find magazines in there!! Delivery of magazines by the postal service has resumed (and only a month after they announced its resumption)! Sadly, the first Southern Living to be delivered to the house was an issue I had already purchased at a newsstand in Little Rock during the last trip there. But, that’s okay -- this is MY Southern Living, with MY address on the label and with my NEW renewal date printed on that address label. I can’t wait until Mad Magazine shows up.
Isn’t it peculiar how the expectation level for the concept of “thrilling” can be so low?
Sunday, June 14, 2009
Saturday, June 13, 2009
The loot? Two unmarked police cars, one of which is equipped with blue light and siren. One has a license plate, the other doesn't.
The police are asking for help from the public to recover the stolen vehicles. You may contact them at 1.877.903.STOP(7867).
After you stop laughing. Mmmphhh!!!!
Thursday, June 11, 2009
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
His tenacity and genius amaze me to this day. And he still has a pretty cute butt.
Thursday, June 4, 2009
President Barack H. Obama
1600 Pennsylvania Avenue
Washington, D.C. 20500
re: Murder of U.S. Army Soldier in Little Rock, Arkansas
On Monday, June 1st, Privates William Andrew Long and Quinton I. Ezeagwula were gunned down in a parking lot in Little Rock, Arkansas, by 23 year-old Abdulhakim Muhammad, who was recently converted to Islam while in prison. PVT Long died.
Your office issued a statement concerning the event on Wednesday afternoon -- I have yet to see or hear anything about your statement other than through Arkansas media outlets. I am aware of it simply because I have family in Arkansas and have been watching to see how our Commander in Chief would react to the slaughter of one of his soldiers on American soil by an extremist member of a religion whose favor he is currying overseas at this very moment. The statement issued by your office as you traveled to Saudi Arabia reads:
"I am deeply saddened by this senseless act of violence against two brave young
soldiers who were doing their part to strengthen our armed forces and keep our
country safe. I would like to wish Quinton Ezeagwula a speedy recovery, and to
offer my condolences and prayers to William Long’s family as they mourn the loss
of their son."
Contrast the message to your soldiers' families with your expressions of "shock and outrage" at the "heinous act of violence" that took the life of some doctor in Wichita, and made on the same day as the murder. Oh, and your press office should be aware that PVT Long also left behind a sister. Do you see a problem here?
The American Legion hosted a memorial service in Little Rock on June 4th to give the public a chance to pay their respects. A traveling Liberty Bell monument was also there; it travels around the country to honor those who have fallen in service to our country.
Who was your representative at the service? Where was Mrs. Obama, who, during your campaign, pledged to place military families among her highest priorities?
It is obvious that you could not attend a memorial in person -- your travel schedule was set in stone long ago. But, Mr. Obama, you are our Commander in Chief. One of your soldiers was unexpectedly slaughtered on American soil while in uniform by a Muslim extremist. And your office could do no better than express deep sadness and ignore the sister of the fallen?
I find myself being glad, perhaps for the first time since his retirement after nearly 35 years of service to the Army and Army National Guard, that my husband is no longer in uniform. I am glad he is retired because now I am free to express my outrage at the deplorable behavior of our Commander in Chief (or at the complete and total mismanagement of his communications staff). I find myself ashamed of my President and his cavalier treatment of his soldiers. And that makes me "deeply saddened."
You should be ashamed, too, Sir.
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
Something to think about while the Young President visits "the birthplace of Islam," and Bin Laden chats with the world, and Pelosi recovers from jet lag caused by coming home from China. Oh, no -- wait. She doesn't have to fly in coach, so she may not have jet lag.
You do realize this means Biden is at the switch.
Monday, June 1, 2009
This just made me laugh out loud.
Iowahawk plugs Congressional Motors' "The 2012 Pelosi GTxi," the car of our future (as long as cars are legal!)!
This guy's such a hoot. I especially like the Ted Kennedy flotation device and velour interior designed by Barney Frank. Smirk.