Thursday, May 2, 2013
While looking to see when I could expect to see the next MHI book to be released, I ran across a post on his blog written last December after the Sandy Hook tragedy. It is by far one of the best treatises on the ignorance, fallacies and downright idiocy of liberal concepts of gun violence and gun control legislation. It is a little long, but well worth the time to read:
After reading this yesterday, I decided I really needed to post a link to it. Then as I was checking out the headlines this morning, I saw these two stories:
10-year-old boy among victims as more than 20 shot on one Chicago day - Keep in mind that Illinois and Chicago have some of the most restrictive gun control laws in the country. Illinois is the ONLY state to have a complete ban on concealed carry.
followed up with this doozy...
Toomey: Background check plan failed because of Republican politics - With Republicans like this, who needs Democrats? Ummmm, with very little due respect representative Toomey, maybe it was defeated because it would have prevented none, zero, zilch of the Sandy Hook, or Columbine, or Fort Hood, or Aurora deaths. Of course, lets never let something as silly as factual evidence get in the way of a politician's need to be seen "DOING SOMETHING!"
And that's just a one day sample that proves Larry's points.
Friday, April 19, 2013
At the time of this writing, Boston Marathon bombing suspect #1 has gone on to meet Allah. Law
Q: What will Suspect #2 be doing in 40 years?
A: Hosting a midday talk show on MSNBC
B: Teaching political theory at Columbia University
C: Delivering the keynote address at the 2053 National Education Association convention
D: Holding campaign fundraisers for Democratic candidates
E: All of the above
Tuesday, April 16, 2013
Dear Mr. Obama,
It's OK really. We understand. We realize that your remarkable lack of core principle just won't allow you to, ahem, call a spade a spade. We know that the screams of American citizens on the streets of Boston, the severed limbs, the sidewalks smeared with blood, really don't mean a damn thing to you.
We no longer expect you, the leader of the free world, to summon up courage enough to label yesterday's bombing of the Boston Marathon what it was.......terrorism. And it happened on your watch Mr. Obama. Again. Fort Hood, Benghazi, and now Boston. Oh to be sure, some unnamed White House spokesman was quick to say that the attack was being "treated as a terrorist act". But you didn't say it. The word never passed your lips.
Why not? What euphemistic phrase shall we invent this time Mr. Obama? "Work-place violence"? "Man-made disaster"? How about "sports-associated pyrotechnic incident"? Or maybe "sequester-induced explosive event"? How long before you or one of your execrable lackeys blames yesterday's attack on George W. Bush or the Tea Party?
Let me just make sure I have this straight.....While you and your posse of gun-grabbers were concentrating on tearing down the Constitutional rights of law-abiding Americans, someone was planning this...
I have no idea who is responsible....foreign Islamists, radicalized American Muslim, McVeigh wannabe, neo-Nazi skinheads, heck...maybe even your old bomb-chucker pals at the Weather Underground are getting back in the game. Doesn't matter to me who it was, they are terrorists. Why won't you say it?
Monday, April 15, 2013
This week's edition of Monday Musings starts with breaking news! Do yourself a favor and sit down........Bill Maher actually said something funny! Of course he did it unintentionally while delivering his quasi-serious political analysis...... but it was still hilarious
Maher: "You know who the role model of every President should be? Jimmy Carter. Because he is the one out of all of them who figured out how to sit in office for 4 years and never fire a shot."
Look, I've got nothing personal against Jimmy Carter. He served his country in the Navy, and by all acounts is a kind man. He was also (until the WH's current occupant came along) the worst President in the history of our nation. Guess what happens when a President is weak and "never fires a shot"? Stuff like this.....
Speaking of Dear Leader, he has really sunk to a new low. He trotted out Francine and David Wheeler, parents of a child killed in the Newtown shooting, to deliver his weekly radio address. Exploiting a family's pain for political gain is nothing short of reprehensible, but about what we have come to expect from Barack Hussein Obama.
Big kudos to Senator Mike Lee (R-UT) who addressed this issue on the Senate floor, and has started a campaign to gather the stories of those whose lives and families were defended and protected through the use of a firearm. Project 2A has collected over 5000 such testimonials in a very short period of time. Here is Senator Lee commenting on the Senate floor, it is powerful stuff.
Thursday, April 4, 2013
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One of the best things about my home town is the minor league hockey team. It has a loyal, passionate fanbase, and as a season-ticket holder I attend virtually every home game. Every night at the arena, I marvel at the number of fans wearing not just the home team jersey, but jerseys from dozens of different teams. NHL teams like the Blues, Red Wings, Maple Leafs, Flyers, and Bruins are well represented. I’ve seen gear from other minor league teams, international teams, college teams, beer league teams, the entire spectrum of hockey can be seen each night.
These fans come to the sport of hockey from every socio-economic background. They represent different ethnicities, religions, and political viewpoints. However, the reasons they all cram into the arena on game night are not their differences. It is because they are united in a single purpose, a single dream to cheer the home town boys on to the championship. They are proud of their hockey heritage yes, but that is secondary to their sense of unity as fans of the local team. Therein lies their greatness, the reason they are widely considered the best fanbase in the league.
has resembled that game
night crowd. Immigrants would come
through the turnstiles of our great melting pot, with their individual heritage
intact but secondary to the desire to be American, to cheer the home team, and
to reap the benefits of the grand American experiment. America
Over the last few decades, things have changed. Progressives planted the seeds of division in our public schools by emphasizing to our children what makes them different from one another. Our skin color, our ethnicity, our religion, our gender, our sexual orientation, even our body mass! Those seeds have taken root, and the harvest is the increasingly fractionated society we live in today. Our children have grown up identifying themselves not as Americans, but as hyphenated citizens whose true loyalty is to their past. It is no coincidence that the words “diversity” and “division” share a common root.
Don’t believe me? Ask anyone you know under the age of 30 what the phrase “melting pot” means to them. Don’t be surprised if most of them think it is the new fondue restaurant in town.
Tuesday, April 2, 2013
I read with sneaking dread last week's story about a school district in New Hampshire banning dodgeball and other "human target" games. Apparently a parent complained that their child was being bullied during the games. Here's the kicker......they were already playing with Nerf balls, not the red rubber playground balls that I ......that I.......that.....I...............remember.
This anti-dodgeball movement comes about 35 years too late for me. Had I been born in a different time, a different place, I might have been spared the soul-shattering trauma. But I wasn't. Back then we played a dodgeball variant known as bombardment. Rules were simple, if your throw hit a player on the other side, they were out. If the opponent caught your throw, you were out.
6th grade. The final match of the year to decide which class had bombardment supremacy. I was a good player, with a strong arm and catching abilities honed on the baseball diamond each summer. The match was brutal. One by one the players on both teams fell by the wayside, adorned with scarlet playground ball size blotches on various portions of their anatomy.
At the end, only two were left. Me on one side of the court, and Leann on the other. Ahh, Leann. One of the prettiest girls in school, soft-spoken and delicate in stature, kind to small animals and old people, and the LAST human on Earth you would want your team's bombardment hopes riding on.
As if Fate itself had decreed my victory, I had accumulated all the balls on my side of the court. Leann was alone, defenseless, cowering in the corner of the court like a fly entrapped in the spider web of my athletic prowess. I gave my fallen teammates on the sideline a confident grin, and calmly selected the instrument of Leann's demise from the collection of playground balls I had at my disposal.
No need to be fancy here I thought, don't give her a chance to unwittingly dodge the throw with the involuntary tremors that were racking her body. I fixed her with a steely gaze, softened with just a touch of pity. As I drew the ball back all pity left me, and I was filled with equal parts swagger and malice.
The throw was true, center mass, and resulted in a satisfying "thwack", closely followed by a wispy "oomph" as every last molecule of air left Leann's lungs in a rush. I turned to my teammates, arms in the air celebrating certain triumph. Wait.....why do they have such shocked expressions? Why is there a roar arising from my vanquished opponents?
Leann's classmates swarmed her in victory as I stumbled off the court, seeking solace from my team. Instead, I met with only callous disregard from my fellow 12 year olds. I was an outcast, a leper, to be avoided at all costs. When the fateful heave had left my hand, I was "King of Bombardment and All He Surveys". When its flight ended in Leann's tenuous grasp, I was forever reduced to "the kid who threw the ball that Leann caught".
Uusally I am critical of school districts banning this, prohibiting that, all in the name of protecting the precious self-esteem of their students. You will forgive me of course, if I make an exception for dodgeball.
Editor's note: After not hearing her name in decades, I recently received a Facebook friend request from Leann. I haven't slept well since.