Dear America,

Under the cover of darkness, let there be light.

The holiday banners are still donned on light posts here in Solana Beach, displaying a white dove and the simple phrase Peace on Earth.  As we hasten to spring into the new year and the routines that bind us, nothing could be farther from the holiday sentiment and the lightness of being at Christmas time than the dark, sinister undermining of the people's government by our beloved Congress.

G has left out current affairs for the last couple of weeks; my way of letting the spirit of Christmas shine upon the day, instead of the day overshadowing the season -- but certainly, it's not like the world stopped for two weeks and took a break.  Aw no, if we could only be so lucky.

I must confess, this darkness stuff, this lack of transparency thing going on, this hiding behind closed doors and disguising the truth about this health care dominion over the people has sort of rubbed off on me.  It started very innocently, with just a thought about how many cigarettes our dear President must be smoking these days, and then it just happened; G purchased a pack of cigarettes (Lights, of course).

Can I get a light?
Anyone?
I know, I know -- wrong in so many ways -- mea culpa.  But I had this moment of just wanting to go to the dark side, and live recklessly like so many of us do everyday, act irresponsibly like our congress -- hiding behind the barn and doing something stupid with our health care of all things; I just wanted to feel this smoking thing -- get a taste for what our President jones's for at times (especially times under stress) --  and be a little bit bad.

First, at nearly six bucks here in SOCAL, I gotta imagine, one must be awfully well to do to keep this up.  Even though I was clearly disgusted by smoking just one, I realize just how quickly a pack of twenty can be inhaled; wow, that could add up.  Who can afford this really?

Of course, adding in the cost over the week of going through say perhaps a pack every other day...a week of tar infested nicotine can be all yours for around 25 bucks; one hundred bucks a month; times two people who support each other's bad habit lovingly and devotedly, that is two hundred dollars a month (about the price G pays for health care insurance).  Factor in the cocktails we drink or the gas we burn while smoking -- like that funny new commercial advertises -- and then the real cost incrementally rises.  Factor in the cost of inhalers down the road, angioplasty, oxygen and lung machines, we're all of a sudden on a whole nother level.

Details.

The thing is, it's been kind of fun being bad; even though now that I've all but advertised my delinquency to the world, including my parents, the thrill is almost all but gone.

Besides, it really smells.  My mouth tastes like cotton on a cloudy day; my hair stinks, with no amount of hairspray able to cover it up; my clothes must be immediately detained and decontaminated.  While at this point, besides the financial outlay, G cannot figure out for the life of me how people can do this everyday -- especially knowing it is so bad for you.

But we are just that kind of reckless these days, aren't we; live for today, not for tomorrow.  Let my children convalesce the black lunged parent and also pay for it handsomely by the acts of congress, under the cover of darkness, in the dead of night, burdening every lost soul to an unconscionable, unconstitutional, irresponsible and bad piece of legislation -- yeah, let's do that.

The whole thing stinks I tell you.

From one of my favorite links, the Patriot Post today:

"I don't know if there is a senator that doesn't have something in this bill that was important to them. And if they don't have something in it important to them, then it doesn't speak well of them." --Senate Majority Leader Harry Reid (D-Godfather) on making offers that Democrats couldn't refuse."The Patriot Post (www.patriotpost.us/subscribe/ )"

The Post just has this way of presenting things...even the things that would normally scare our pants off, they just package it in such a way that even though what Reid said shakes us to our core, the menacing entertainment factor that creeps in at the tail end, priceless.  We've returned from holiday to have the reconciliation process begin -- under the cover of darkness, behind closed doors, with C-Span clearly not invited.  Hmmmmm

But speaking of scaring the pants off -- how about that north by northwest bomber on Christmas day?

Let us seek consolation and perspective by going to The Patriot Post yet again and right off the runway:

Alpha Jackass: "What ... if terrorists were killing 45,000 people every year in this country? Well, the current health care system, the insurance companies, and those who support them are doing just that. ... Those fighting health care reform -- not those debating its shape or its nuance -- people who demand the status quo, they are killing 45,000 Americans a year. ... Remind me again, who are the terrorists?" --MSNBC's Keith Olbermann.  [If you don't get the Post yet, do it today:."The Patriot Post (www.patriotpost.us/subscribe/ )"

Yes, Keith.  That is speaking the truth and spreading the light --
in the wally world of Hysteria Lane.

On this story, G is really in the dark; how can a guy with a name like, Umar Farouk Abdulmutallab, without so much as a toothbrush, who had to convince agents of his credibility -- with the help of some kind of upstanding gentleman who accompanied him to the check in line -- even though the lack of papers thereof should have halted all of it, right then and there, who paid for his ticket in cash, without so much as a passport or a return trip, who had been reported -- by his father no less -- to the Intelligence that Be that he was a risk and a trained operative of radical Muslim indoctrination, be given a free pass to blow up a plane bound for Detroit (an American Muslim community hot spot and training ground)?

How?

Normal people can't travel without a passport, how can a guy by the name Abdulmutallab do it?  Some one tell me as I'm so not amused and so confused under this veil of darkness, masked as political correctness that puts everyday Americans like you and me at risk.

I don't care if the guy from CAIR says profiling is wrong -- see for yourself on O'Reilly last night.  But even if we listen to HOW this spokesperson, Ibrahim Hooper, concedes the belief we should be looking at the behavior of the people traveling, over other profiling characteristics -- then lets review:

Abdulmutallab had questionable behavior from the start -- as who travels like that?  Who gets aboard a plane, for an international flight without luggage, one-way, without proper documentation -- that behavior of even attempting to get on a plane under such a cover of darkness is not normal, isn't that enough? Isn't it? Isn't it?

And if you really want to know what's going on in Arab-American relations or the real story on this one,  you need to go to Brigitte Gabriel: ACT for America.  Just sayin.

What gave this little G great confidence though, was how Janet Napolitano, Miss Homeland Security Secretary of the Year (2009 that is) responded, you know her as the creator and purveyor of the catch-phrase "man-caused disasters" instead of calling IT what  IT really is, terrorism -- she came out right away and noted "the system worked"-- do we feel good or what?   Even more comforting was how our President got right on it --- albeit four days later; and said, um, uh, um, well, uh "As a nation, we will do everything in our power to protect our country."

Right on.
You feel good? 
I feel good. 

The guy was just an "isolated extremists" according to President Obama; nothing more, now everyone get back to your holiday and move along...while having to leave his shaved ice for ten minutes...or worse, maybe he was in the middle of a smoke behind the plumeria bushes.

If the light of a new year didn't make me so excited I would be barfing from inhaling too much smoke over the holiday; if not for this new year, I would be sick to my stomach having indulged in the preponderance of jolly good rhetoric spinning even a near death experience of 300 passengers by another terrorist -- the second terrorist incident on American soil in sixty days -- and considered part of what is now 1/3 of all terrorist activity since 9/11that has strangely come about under the all-knowing and ever powerful Obama Administration. 

Strange, because we don't have a terrorist problem.

Lions, tigers, and terrorists oh my

there is no such thing as terrorism...
there is no such thing as terrorism...
there is no such thing as terrorism.

Oh, I get it, there is no such thing as terrorism --  only man-caused disasters under the dead of night... on safe and secure Army bases...on Christmas morning... behind the closed doors of Congress...takes me awhile, but I get there (just not by plane anymore).

Make it a Good Day, G

Now you play nice, Yemenis and Sudanese, Afghans and Pakistanis, Arabs and Americans...we're watching you now, you're all on the right list now, and we've got your number, yes sir ree...be afraid, be very very afraid.

Thank you Patriot Post for helping me keep my sanity day in and day out.

Finally, to my girl -- and anybody else's baby -- who may read her mama's blog:
DO NOT SMOKE; it is gross; it will kill you; and it is totally and unequivocally NOT COOL.