It's Progress, a Move Forward, Bringing Back BillyBoyClinton? Thing

Dear America,

even though four years ago you couldn't stand the man, give you prime time before the American people, and apparently, you'll run with it -- and run clinton run you did:

"I want Barack Obama 

to be the next President of the United States 

and I proudly nominate him 

as the standard bearer of the Democratic Party."

[go here for full transcript from ABC]

And thank you for releasing all liability right from the start. 

Clinton gave Obama permission to be the STANDARD BEARER of the Democratic Party -- not the party of the Far Left [which just so happens to be the direction the Obama Administration is in].

Of course -- the simple simon response to this spectacle is that there is no freedom if the government forces any of us to do anything.

The prevailing answer from the Left to the Right always seems to be the same one -- we, the government, know better than you.

"We Democrats think the country works better with a strong middle class, real opportunities for poor people to work their way into it and a relentless focus on the future, with business and government working together to promote growth and broadly shared prosperity. We think "we're all in this together" is a better philosophy than 'you're on your own.'"

At first, he sounded republican, didn't he?  It was just that last little digger he threw into the mix: 

 "We think 'we're all in this together'

 is a better philosophy than 'you're on your own.'"

Hey, Mr. Past-President-Centrist-in-Chief-only-to-have-Newt-Saving-Your-Sleezy-Butt:

 Capitalists INVENTED "we're all in this together!" 

We won't dwell on the wealth of information going down that road and over that bridge and flashing on everyone's home page as we speak -- for we don't have time for that. I want to get at billybob from a perspective only he can appreciate:  that speech...that performance...prompted a gag reflex like no other.

Let's moveon.org to another thought that immediately comes to mind, like:

"Liar, Liar, Pants on Fire."

But it was worth it, wasn't it, Bill.

And you did your job -- sometimes with flights of great pause, sometimes with force, sometimes it even looked like you might cry.  It was masterful, magnificent, and true love is a many splendored thing. 

The democrats decidedly turned to one of the world's best known liars -- a president impeached for such a thing -- and everyone's okay with it?  Is this -- and Sandra Fluke -- really the best you got for this night?  Is billyboy really what it takes to save Barack's butt?

I loved the end.

No really, I loved the end when Barack comes out on stage alongside billy and goes to hug him, whispering sweet nothings in his ear, and then, never taking his hand off him; he's like waving to the delegates on one side, and shooing the past president off the stage with the other.  The body language was classic, thanks, man, now away with you...and what's with that f*&ING fifty two minutes on stage?  I didn't agree to that....he was like, okay billy, you're done now....let me show to the back of the bus and out the door, you arrogant SOB -- man, give you an inch and you take a country mile...all smilin' and shh

The speech was riddled with party lines and untruths and the expected fudging of the numbers to not even mentioning some numbers at all.

It was a show.

And all in all, let's call it what it is, is.

It was sexual relations -- but last night was a last ditch effort to save a failing presidency.

[G note:  and NOW talk about a 'war on women' -- billy grew to become the poster boy of taking girls backwards!  A prolific womanizer -- and someone who single-handedly redefined what sex is, changing the minds of both girls and boys for generations ever-after, and not for the better -- gets picked to promote Barry's second term?  I can't help but wonder how that feminist-on-parade only minutes beforehand was thinking? Or maybe she is simply too young to connect the dots or too ideologically driven to be distracted by the affront happening right in front of her.  real shame]

That's all it is.

The democrats will get a hump and a bump; and tonight, Thursday, we will ring in a new era hoping for a re-do of failing economic policies while nothing has changed.  And all because the democrats chose to look backwards, instead of forward, to make their case.  the irony is thick, rich and bulging at the seams.

Fast and furious to the end of billy's planned comments:

"My fellow Americans, you have to decide what kind of country you want to live in. If you want a you're on your own, winner take all society you should support the Republican ticket. If you want a country of shared opportunities and shared responsibilities – a "we're all in it together" society, you should vote for Barack Obama and Joe Biden. If you want every American to vote and you think its wrong to change voting procedures just to reduce the turnout of younger, poorer, minority and disabled voters, you should support Barack Obama. If you think the President was right to open the doors of American opportunity to young immigrants brought here as children who want to go to college or serve in the military, you should vote for Barack Obama. If you want a future of shared prosperity, where the middle class is growing and poverty is declining, where the American Dream is alive and well, and where the United States remains the leading force for peace and prosperity in a highly competitive world, you should vote for Barack Obama. I love our country – and I know we're coming back. For more than 200 years, through every crisis, we've always come out stronger than we went in. And we will again as long as we do it together. We champion the cause for which our founders pledged their lives, their fortunes, their sacred honor – to form a more perfect union.

If that's what you believe, if that's what you want, we have to re-elect President Barack Obama.

God Bless You – God Bless America."

Since billy's famous for two things -- sex with a cigar and a girl in a blue dress AND coming to the middle with a republican congress to make Washington work to save his presidency, we can immediately replace his left handed plugs with the right hand; for in the spirit of cooperation, the right can see this happy ending going their way just as easily as the left.  More than that, the opposition can handle it with aplomb.

To form a more perfect union will take an equipment change; the left doesn't have the goods and the majority of Americans who truly want what's best for the country know it.

Let's get on with the debates and fugetaboutit; oh. right. we've got our main squeeze still to come.

oh joy.

Make it a Good Day, G

Epi-blogue

And that whole business yesterday making a total scene about taking God out, putting God back in, taking God out, putting God back in, do the hokey pokey and you turn yourself around, that's what it's all about -- absolutely obscene.

Talk about public display of affection, but in reverse.  The delegates were actually booing God; booing at just the thought of putting God back into the party's platform.  Oh, and then, the heaven's opened up and according to the unbiased press, the president heard of this nonsense and said 'It is not good'....Oh yes, and talk about making Obama appear like he just saved Christmas, and Easter, and Sunday School the worldwide.

I'm gonna go out on a limb here, and say something shocking:  somebody scripted this whole process.   For this allowed Obama, the chosen one,  to correct the blasphemous narrative going on down on the DNC floor.   He IS a savior.  oh thank heaven...bring back the columns tonight. But we digress.

It's strange, really; of all things -- the most nonthreatening aspect of Life Itself has to be GOD.  I just don't get this at all.  For the Atheists of this world -- you must know you are merely painting yourself out to be your own God, right?   right?    For the rest of us -- do you realize just how many OTHER NAMES FOR GOD we have?

Let me help you out:

GOD is:   GOD, Allah,  Universal Truth, Divine Providence, Spirit, Holy Spirit, Yahweh, Almighty, All in All, Vine, Prince of Peace, Love, Great Shepherd, Goodness, Chosen One, Counselor, Eternal Life, Father, Fountain of Living Waters, I AM, King, King of Kings, Lord, Holy Ghost, Sun of Righteousness, Mighty One, Maker, CREATOR!,  Anointed One, Redeemer, Immanuel .......Judge [and Jury].

IF A PROVEN LIAR changes your mind about the last four years may Allah help us all... Divine Providence guide us... and may we live in Everlasting Peace, Love and Goodness drinking from the Fountain of Living Waters.

It's TipToeing Threw the Tulips Thing

Dear America,

Sorry, but we have to get this Cain Scandal out of the way.

For starters, I remember, way back when -- like in the nineties sometime -- we elected, of our own volition, to the highest office of the land -- our very own Womanizer-in-Chief:  Bill Clinton

And boy, did that come back to bite us, no?

None of it really mattered for the democrats, or really the press, for that matter; everybody made hay and had a good chuckle...oooh Jennifer Flowers  oooh [just another e pluribus unum storyline].... while in the end, the American people still elected him president of all things.

And it's funny, it seems we still get a good laugh over it, don't we -- be it just Jennifer, or Monica, or anybody else that was in his sights.  We just think of good-ol'Billy boy as some kind of wonderful; as if, thinking back, he was the president who had it all going on -- and even right under our noses, mind you, if not also under the oval office desk. badump ba  [and did I mention, he, like, plays the sax? -- gotta say that like a valley girl]

good times for America, yes indeed.


c'mon, get over it, it was just a little hanky-panky, right [for which he was nearly impeached....but details schmeetails]


And Cain....well he 'enjoys flowers' like everyone else.

After all, he is a man ....ah so many flowers, so little time...

While it must be true that only men "look"...if not also pluck... no?

oh woe is me...
I do declare... 
whatever will you do, Rhett?
which is not really the line, but whatever.
[which just takes us for a spin back to a person's true character...la di da di da]

But seriously -- does he have a roaming eye?  or hands, lips...or anything else?  Flat out he said, "no." [to Greta, last night...you can read more about it here.

From what we now know, as of today -- being about three days into the story -- it was not sexual harassment.

It was more like a making of a general comment, likening the body of one woman in the office to the height and shape of his wife...with doors wide open...with people around...and nothing more (oh, except that little gesture he used to show how his wife comes up to his chin....nooo....he didn't.....)

Women are funny creatures, aren't we. [statement.  because I am one]

It's like on the one hand, we want men to look at us, admire us for our beauty and brains...as we spend gobs of time working out and putting make up on and getting the new Victoria's Secret Wonder Bra and all -- but heaven's to betsy, give us any more than just a quick glance (without our notice, of course) that's when there's real hell to pay, by golly [using the term 'pay' totally on purpose].  Letting the cynicism freak flag fly.

And before you all jump down my sweetandsexybad-ass, let me be clear -- true sexual harassment from an office predator is wrong and the accused should make all things right --  however the matter needs to be settled just short of cutting off you know what from you know where...just sayin'

But you -- girls everywhere -- better really have a case; and you better not have contributed to it in any way (and you know exactly what I am talkin' about).

But this thing, with Herman Cain, is pure and simple a witch-hunt to get him out of the way.  For we can't even begin to ask the question as to "why now" without looking at the suspicious eyes of impeccable timing from God knows where, now can we?

This is like twenty years later!  This is months into his campaign!  This is after substantial gains everywhere we turn.  And besides, this is after"everybody was doing it" in the nineties  --  flirting with political disaster like so -- just look at our past president.

So why now?
BECAUSE....
he is kicking butt in the polls and in the hearts and minds of all Americans!   He is a real honest to goodness threat for all the right reasons.

AND ANOTHER THING --
as much as many of us may try -- women cannot have it both ways.

We can't scream look at me [from mass appeal in general, to the single lady in particular] -- and then cry foul when "they" do!

The truth is -- the American culture -- if not the entire world -- has created this phenomenon and it is a little late to begin to ask for special rules, protections, and exceptions.  While perhaps, it makes quite clear the case for returning to a time calling for more restraint, doesn't it? Maybe calling on Hollywood to clean itself up.  Maybe going back to using all those hours in school teaching the golden rules and respect of women, like true gentlemen; while teaching women to be little ladies.

[I KNOW!  I hear  you...oh G this sounds so Victorian and all....way to take us back a hundred years or more].

Maybe it's just me; but I am just so sick of this sort of thing -- the games people play; like, look at me, woo who over here and then turn around and slap him across the face with a lawsuit; it just doesn't work for me.  And it especially doesn't work for me twenty years later, only to surface just in time to throw a live grenade into a worthy presidential opponent's campaign.

Sure, there are some real dogs out there in the real world; but I truly do not believe Herman Cain is one of them.

And are you really going to try to tell me women have never done the same thing while making small talk around the water cooler?  oh, Charlie, you're almost as tall as my husband... like I come up to here on him [making a gesture]....seriously?

Now certainly, I am not defending anything goes, whether in part, or in whole. I am, however, of the firm belief that we can return to an age of being better grown ups all the way around.

And more than that, I believe we can do a better job in and around the water cooler, the holiday office party, and the corporate retreat in keeping a firm grasp of our own set of scruples -- to treat people with respect; and, if I may be so forward, be better at loving our neighbor as ourselves [in the biblical sense, that is].

Okay, so can we get back to the real Cain campaign now?

Just maybe if he sings us a new song we will all get a good laugh and move on.org. Time will tell -- but without a doubt, we will all know in a lot less than twenty years (more like in about twelve months).

Make it a Good Day, G

G note:  'Office Predator Drones' are a whole 'nother species separate from the case of men who rape women.   Please do not equate the two, or misconstrue the message of sexual attraction, or believe G to be of the mindset that women can "ask for it" by how women dress.  NONE of these issues have been addressed in THIS Day in the Life.

This attack on Herman Cain is, by all journalistic standards, neither substantiated or proven; from all appearances,  this story, driven by POLITICO.com,  is just making hay.

Dear America,

My guess is, he never thought it would come to this; he imagined the whole thing going down a wee bit different; he jumped in front of a moving freight train, and thought his cape and crest would save him.

Not so much.

Here we are, a week into the melodrama on Capital Hill, and the political landscape continues to weave and turn.

What a gamble -- I mean compromise; doesn't he know how impossible it is to reap any kind of favorable reward via manipulation, arm twisting, letting the finger do the walkin,' the mouth do the talkin', giving free reign to his rootin' tootin' ego in leading the way?  He thought it was in the bag, so much so, he leaped when he should have taken a step back.  He zigged, when his party zagged. And by the end of the week, he was in such a pickle, he had to call for reinforcements.

The best part, was when he turned to Mr. Bill and said, "I gotta go to a party [as the Mrs. has already been kept waiting for a half hour]..." 

How strange was that -- the president leaving a past-president to clean up the mess he made, to smooth over the rough edges on the track, and to finally make way for the meeting of the minds in Congress to just do it already.

Really?  You called in Mr. 'I did not have sexual relations with that women' Clinton, recalling his fist with thumb protruding from the top, waving at us, as if that would be enough to stop a presidential size train wreck in our midst?  As we all know, it just got worse from there...

...ah yes, but in the liberal mind's eye, he is masterful and wonderful and perfect just the way he is.

I just love, how sometimes, just a girl can get it right; remember back a couple days, when I was wondering why things can't be settled on a handshake, with one thing at a time, only an up or down vote, keeping on the straight and narrow to legislate upon the issue at hand while comforting the community at large with simply a display of one's integrity, political convictions, and personal character? 

I found a little help articulating just that in this morning's "Morning Bell" from The Heritage Foundation...Liberals Leave the Reservation... What does it cry out for, pray tell?  Just a simple vote -- on the bare bones initiative to save the current tax rates for all -- while, if we must, they say, we can do the same in a simple yea or nay for the Unemployment Benefits Extension -- and then call it a day.  That's it. Done.  Then the little engine that could -- I think I can, I think I can -- could probably get over the hump, while more important, keeping the integrity of the engine still very much intact.

Getting back to our Compromiser-In-Chief, he blew it, from day one (that being about a week ago); he came out with both barrels blazing, backing his own party into a corner, and thinking they would just bend rounding the unexpected bend at locomotive speed, naturally and effortlessly, to his new found party line; not so much and not in the least bit.

But there he was, leaving it in the hands of an experienced engineer who has been there before, crafting perhaps his very own saving grace right out of thin air.  Will it be enough? The first round of votes begins about three o'clock, eastern time -- high noon, of course, out here in the wild, wild west.

The thing is, real altruism -- much like a ghost town spiriting a congress long past -- seems only to be found in the annals of history;  as the tumbleweeds come rolling in with the dust up, legislation of the 21st century seems only to come with a pearl of great price; that real price having nearly nothing to do with real money anymore. (ah who are we kidding, real money has a lot to do with it too...)

But these are the people we have elected into office, entrusted to be the caretakers of the public good -- when in fact, few are worth a lick of salt between them.

Somewhere along the line, the attributes we used to elevate in the process of progressing as a society -- our natural ability to persevere, our pioneering spirit to overcome diversity in order to take care of one's own, supporting the generations of both the young and the old in community with one another beginning with our own family -- are elements we no longer value; personally and collectively, society has turned our self-reliance into a thing of the past.

What used to be embedded into our DNA -- endowed by our Creator and reinforced by America's very own heritage over two hundred years -- has grown into waves of entitlement programs, one after the other, bequeathing to the public good a mountain of insurmountable deficits, creating a legacy of debt we can no longer afford, let alone have enough spare change to tinker with these unscrupulous details hidden in the fine print of any new legislation to come our way anymore.

Sure we can move mountains, we can survive the prairie, we can outlive blizzards, droughts, and hurricanes, some of us have been known to even leap tall buildings in a single bound -- but when we do, we expect to keep the money we make (just go with it...).  That's just the way we are made.  In no particular order, the DuPont's, the Vanderbuilt's, the Carnegie's, the Rockefeller's, the Ford's, the Kennedy's, the Gate's, the Buffett's, the Winfrey's, the Johnson & Johnson's, the P Diddy's, the Zuckerberg's... even in make believe, like the 'moving on up' Jefferson's -- this country used to value and applaud and congratulate success; we built this nation wanting the next generation to have more, be more, make more, than the generation who came before.(FYI, just notice when most of the big money's been made...with 375,000 millionaires, some billionaires, America is doing exactly what it is supposed to be doing)

Which is all the more poignant when we realize our self-reliant foundation -- the one we take for granted in this age of having everything and nothing simultaneously -- came from a body of men who never once said what's in it for me.

Achieving great personal wealth was not the goal, as building the framework of the best and the brightest natural laws known to man became paramount; laying the track and extending the tools for the public good, so that the public good as a whole -- individually and collectively -- could expand and prosper under free market principles, so that the people could better equip themselves for success, and in the end, provide for themselves; the key, of course, is found in the freedom in-between the small, limited government with limited power ...and the unlimited power unleashed in those who find ways to capitalize on their own skills, talents, education, hard work, tireless efforts, to the best of their ability, to create wealth.

The problem is not in the creation of wealth, but the overzealous control of it, along with the natural growing inclination to grow the government, to take from the rich to give to the poor, like robber barons on a speeding train over the proverbial cliff... a story line played over and over again since the beginning of time.

The good news, and in the spirit of yesteryear, we shall overcome one way or another.  We always have and we always will.

Make it a Good Day --
and you shall be rewarded for it, G

A box of Cracker Jacks gave me a pleasant surprise over the weekend; my prize was a booklet, inside we had to guess who the cryptic illustration was only by the following description:

"I was born in Boston, the youngest son of my father's 17 children.  As a candlemaker, my father earned enough money to send me to school until I was ten.  Despite my limited education, I loved to read and write.  At 12, I became an apprentice to my brother, James, who was a printer.  After several disagreements with James, I ran away to Philadelphia where I would eventually open my own print shop, publish a newspaper, and become involved in politics, foreign affairs, and science...who am I?"


On the back page, Cracker Jacks adds: 

"Described as the most multi-talented figure in American history, Benjamin Franklin's contributions to American society are as numerous as they are important.  The most famous American of his time, Franklin was also an inventor, (bifocals, swimfins are among his many inventions) a philosopher, politician, firefighter, soldier, cartoonist, ambassador and more.  The common thread among all of his endeavors, however, is his dedication to public service and the betterment of society."

then in bold letters, it reminds us: "FRANKLIN CAN ALSO BE FOUND ON THE $100 BILL."

A common thread today, is that our kids seem to be cheated out of a good education -- we aren't doing enough, they say; the argument seems to be we aren't throwing enough money at it, as we enter an age where we just aren't seeing the results we had hoped.  Maybe, we should just stop teaching kids at the age of ten, require them to use their own initiative to read and write on their own, and let them fall where they may fall -- with any luck, they could be the next Ben.

Now, I am being facetious, but think about it.  A limited early education somehow made many a great men...the Franklin's, the Lincoln's, the Carnegie's... hold up, I just might start sounding like a broken record. 

Last word, even a Harvard Education gives us no guarantees.