The Hundred Day Mentality

I've a friend who wants to not receive any political emails regarding Barrack Obama until Thursday. That's Obama's one hundred and first day in office. I agree with him that there was way too much bickering politically during 2008. In fact, it was this spirit that put the likes of the pig in a poke Obama in office. Obama's only a pig in a poke to the ignorant ones who were foolish enough to vote for this obvious Marxist. But let's examine my friend's hundred day attitude.
Suppose the public works folks said, "We're going to clean up your water in one hundred days, but for now, there's a little boy who is going to take a leak in your water daily until then, but don't worry, at that time we'll look at the situation and see what we can do if anything."
Suppose a person was morbidly obese and his doctor advised him to begin to lose weight and that he may die otherwise. That person wouldn't say, "Thanks Doc. I'm going to pig out on all the stuff that's not healthy and overeat it for a hundred days, and THEN I'll change my diet." You would say that was absurd.
Suppose a person had a sexual addiction that was affecting his marriage and his wife basically told him to get his act together, perhaps get some treatment or a divorce was immanent. Everyone would think it was insane for that person to attend strip clubs, and obtain pornography for a hundred days, before addressing his failing marriage.
It is this kind of attitude and the foolishness of those who bought into the "messiah" image of Barack Obama that has allowed Obama to socialize General Motors and pal around with his despot friends, Daniel Noriega and the Castro brothers.
No, my friend, you have lost your right to complain about America's demise because you abdicated it!

Intelligent Lady:

This came to me as an email:


Anne Wortham is Associate Professor of Sociology at Illinois State University and continuing Visiting Scholar at Stanford University's Hoover Institution. She is a member of the American Sociological Association and the American Philosophical Association. She has been a John M. Olin Foundation Faculty Fellow, and honored as a Distinguished Alumni of the Year by the National Association for Equal Opportunity in Higher Education.

In fall 1988 she was one of a select group of intellectuals who were featured in Bill Moyer's television series, "A World of Ideas." The transcript of her conversation with Moyers has been published in his book, A World of Ideas. Dr. Wortham is author of The Other Side of Racism: A Philosophical Study of Black Race Consciousness which analyzes how race consciousness is transformed into political strategies and policy issues.

She has published numerous articles on the implications of individual rights for civil rights policy, and is currently writing a book on theories of social and cultural marginality. Recently, she has published articles on the significance of multiculturalism and Afrocentricism in education, the politics of victimization and the social and political impact of political correctness. Shortly after an interview in 2004 she was awarded tenure.

This article by her is something else. No He Can't! — by Anne Wortham Fellow Americans,

Please know: I am black; I grew up in the segregated South. I did not vote for Barack Obama; I wrote in Ron Paul's name as my choice for president. Most importantly, I am not race conscious. I do not require a black president to know that I am a person of worth, and that life is worth living. I do not require a black president to love the ideal of America…

I cannot join you in your celebration. I feel no elation. There is no smile on my face. I am not jumping with joy. There are no tears of triumph in my eyes. For such emotions and behavior to come from me, I would have to deny all that I know about the requirements of human flourishing and survival – all that I know about the history of the United States of America, all that I know about American race relations, and all that I know about Barack Obama as a politician.

I would have to deny the nature of the "change" that Obama asserts has come to America. Most importantly, I would have to abnegate my certain understanding that you have chosen to sprint down the road to serfdom that we have been on for over a century.

I would have to pretend that individual liberty has no value for the success of a human life. I would have to evade your rejection of the slender reed of capitalism on which your success and mine depend. I would have to think it somehow rational that 94 percent of the 12 million blacks in this country voted for a man because he looks like them (that blacks are permitted to play the race card), and that they were joined by self-declared "progressive" whites who voted for him because he doesn't look like them.

I would have to wipe my mind clean of all that I know about the kind of people who have advised and taught Barack Obama and will fill posts in his administration–political intellectuals like my former colleagues at the Harvard University's Kennedy School of Government.

I would have to believe that "fairness" is the equivalent of justice. I would have to believe that man who asks me to "go forward in a new spirit of service, in a new service of sacrifice" is speaking in my interest. I would have to accept the premise of a man that economic prosperity comes from the "bottom up," and who arrogantly believes that he can will it into existence by the use of government force. I would have to admire a man who thinks the standard of living of the masses can be improved by destroying the most productive and the generators of wealth.

Finally, Americans, I would have to erase from my consciousness the scene of 125,000 screaming, crying, cheering people in Grant Park, Chicago irrationally chanting "Yes We Can!" Finally, I would have to wipe all memory of all the times I have heard politicians, pundits, journalists, editorialists, bloggers and intellectuals declare that capitalism is dead – and no one, including especially Alan Greenspan, objected to their assumption that the particular version of the anti-capitalistic mentality that they want to replace with their own version of anti-capitalism is anything remotely equivalent to capitalism.

So you have made history, Americans. You and your children have elected a black man to the office of the president of the United States, the wounded giant of the world. The battle between John Wayne and Jane Fonda is over – and that Fonda won. Eugene McCarthy and George McGovern must be very happy men. Jimmie Carter, too. And the Kennedys have at last gotten their Kennedy look-a-like.

The self-righteous welfare statists in the suburbs can feel warm moments of satisfaction for having elected a black person. So, toast yourselves: 60s countercultural radicals, 80s yuppies and 90s bourgeois bohemians. Toast yourselves, Black America. Shout your glee Harvard, Princeton, Yale, Duke, Stanford, and Berkeley. You have elected not an individual who is qualified to be president, but a black man who, like the pragmatist Franklin Roosevelt, promises to – Do Something! You now have someone who has picked up the baton of Lyndon Johnson's Great Society.

But you have also foolishly traded your freedom and mine – what little there is left – for the chance to feel good. There is nothing in me that can share your happy obliviousness.

If you don’t want to forward this for fear of offending someone, You Are Part Of The Problem!

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This is very interesting; please take time to read it. This is one smart lady!

A very interesting look at a Black woman's view

Anne Wortham is Associate Professor of Sociology at Illinois State University and continuing Visiting Scholar at Stanford University's Hoover Institution. She is a member of the American Sociological Association and the American Philosophical Association. She has been a John M. Olin Foundation Faculty Fellow, and honored as a Distinguished Alumni of the Year by the National Association for Equal Opportunity in Higher Education.

In fall 1988 she was one of a select group of intellectuals who were featured in Bill Moyer's television series, "A World of Ideas." The transcript of her conversation with Moyers has been published in his book, A World of Ideas. Dr. Wortham is author of The Other Side of Racism: A Philosophical Study of Black Race Consciousness which analyzes how race consciousness is transformed into political strategies and policy issues.

She has published numerous articles on the implications of individual rights for civil rights policy, and is currently writing a book on theories of social and cultural marginality. Recently, she has published articles on the significance of multiculturalism and Afrocentricism in education, the politics of victimization and the social and political impact of political correctness. Shortly after an interview in 2004 she was awarded tenure.

This article by her is something else. No He Can't! — by Anne Wortham Fellow Americans,

Please know: I am black; I grew up in the segregated South. I did not vote for Barack Obama; I wrote in Ron Paul's name as my choice for president. Most importantly, I am not race conscious. I do not require a black president to know that I am a person of worth, and that life is worth living. I do not require a black president to love the ideal of America…

I cannot join you in your celebration. I feel no elation. There is no smile on my face. I am not jumping with joy. There are no tears of triumph in my eyes. For such emotions and behavior to come from me, I would have to deny all that I know about the requirements of human flourishing and survival – all that I know about the history of the United States of America, all that I know about American race relations, and all that I know about Barack Obama as a politician.

I would have to deny the nature of the "change" that Obama asserts has come to America. Most importantly, I would have to abnegate my certain understanding that you have chosen to sprint down the road to serfdom that we have been on for over a century.

I would have to pretend that individual liberty has no value for the success of a human life. I would have to evade your rejection of the slender reed of capitalism on which your success and mine depend. I would have to think it somehow rational that 94 percent of the 12 million blacks in this country voted for a man because he looks like them (that blacks are permitted to play the race card), and that they were joined by self-declared "progressive" whites who voted for him because he doesn't look like them.

I would have to wipe my mind clean of all that I know about the kind of people who have advised and taught Barack Obama and will fill posts in his administration–political intellectuals like my former colleagues at the Harvard University's Kennedy School of Government.

I would have to believe that "fairness" is the equivalent of justice. I would have to believe that man who asks me to "go forward in a new spirit of service, in a new service of sacrifice" is speaking in my interest. I would have to accept the premise of a man that economic prosperity comes from the "bottom up," and who arrogantly believes that he can will it into existence by the use of government force. I would have to admire a man who thinks the standard of living of the masses can be improved by destroying the most productive and the generators of wealth.

Finally, Americans, I would have to erase from my consciousness the scene of 125,000 screaming, crying, cheering people in Grant Park, Chicago irrationally chanting "Yes We Can!" Finally, I would have to wipe all memory of all the times I have heard politicians, pundits, journalists, editorialists, bloggers and intellectuals declare that capitalism is dead – and no one, including especially Alan Greenspan, objected to their assumption that the particular version of the anti-capitalistic mentality that they want to replace with their own version of anti-capitalism is anything remotely equivalent to capitalism.

So you have made history, Americans. You and your children have elected a black man to the office of the president of the United States, the wounded giant of the world. The battle between John Wayne and Jane Fonda is over – and that Fonda won. Eugene McCarthy and George McGovern must be very happy men. Jimmie Carter, too. And the Kennedys have at last gotten their Kennedy look-a-like.

The self-righteous welfare statists in the suburbs can feel warm moments of satisfaction for having elected a black person. So, toast yourselves: 60s countercultural radicals, 80s yuppies and 90s bourgeois bohemians. Toast yourselves, Black America. Shout your glee Harvard, Princeton, Yale, Duke, Stanford, and Berkeley. You have elected not an individual who is qualified to be president, but a black man who, like the pragmatist Franklin Roosevelt, promises to – Do Something! You now have someone who has picked up the baton of Lyndon Johnson's Great Society.

But you have also foolishly traded your freedom and mine – what little there is left – for the chance to feel good. There is nothing in me that can share your happy obliviousness.

What Can I Say?

The Clubhouse: Poor Advertising

The Clubhouse on hwys 40 & 42 has had karaoke Saturday nights for some time, but didn't two weeks ago using the excuse of a basketball game. I ventured out there to learn this. Last night, with no reason to think it would not resume, I ventured out there again to find they again had cancelled it without warning.
Disrespect for karaoke needs to STOP. The number of people who are normally at the Clubhouse was greatly reduced. I was going to have a meal there, as is my custom when I attend karaoke. They lost my business two weeks in a row on that account. This is poor planning, poor advertising and extremely bad public relations. I understand it won't return until some time next month.
The food is not good enough to sustain attendance to the venue, from the items I've eaten.

The ULTIMATE Hero

He's painted as some kind of "cosmic killjoy" but that is far from the case.He's not looking for reasons to send me to Hell. He died so I wouldn't have to and rose from the dead so that no one has to go there unless they CHOOSE to.
In the late seventies and early eighties, an incredible song writer named Keith Green wrote the song, "How Can they Live Without Jesus" and to me, it says it all:

"How can they live without Jesus?
How can they live without God's love?
How can they feel so at home down here,
When there's so much more up above?

Throwing away the things that matter,
They hold on to things that don't,
The world has gone crazy, but soon maybe
A lot more will come to know.

Or maybe they don't understand it,
Or maybe they just haven't heard,
Or maybe WE'RE not doing all we can,
Living up to His Holy Word.

'Cause phonies have come and wrongs been done
Even killing in Jesus' Name
But if you've been burned, here's what I've learned,
The Lord's not the One to blame.

'Cause He's not just religion with steeples and bells
Or the salesmen who will sell you
The things you just want to hear
But His love was such that He suffered so much
To cause some of us just to follow, follow, oh....

So many laughing at Jesus
While the funniest thing that He's done
Is love this whole stubborn, rebellious world
While their hate for Him just goes one

And love just like that will bring him back
For the few He can call His friends
The ones He's found true, who've made it through
Enduring unto the end
The ones He's found true, who've made it through
Enduring until the end. "

Man, if Jesus can love the likes of ME, I KNOW that He loves you. Check it out. He's everything He claims to be.

"He is not here, for He is RISEN, just as he said!" Matthew 8:6

Godspeed, "Rawhide"

He was once a Playboy Magazine photographer and personal photographer to multiple United States Presidents. He could make even me look semi-human! His knickname was "Rawhide" otherwise known at Peter C Batton. It was his joy to photograph people having a good time and without cost, give them hard copies of the pictures he professionally shot. Many times, I tried to pay him for the photos he gave me. Check my Locked & Loaded album (L&L) and see just a fraction of the pictures he shot. His goal was to wallpaper the walls of Locked & Loaded with his photos. The pictures he took this past Friday will fulfill that goal.
He was in constant pain. Told that he had six months to live more than ten years ago. He lived life to the fullest.
He had some of the "benefits" of a rock star, in that strange women would come up and expose their breasts to him for his approval and a chance to have him photograph them.
Rawhide had a deep, spiritual side and would share his views on matters of faith, if you had the privilege of getting to know him more intimately, as I was honored to do. When the late Senator Jesse Helms was at death's door, he called Rawhide to come to his bedside and pray.
He will be missed on this fallen, wicked planet, but where he is, there are no more tears, nor sorrow. Rawhide is with his Lord. Godspeed, my friend. We shall meet again!

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Random Thoughts

That's right, boys and girls. The Buck has been thinking and that often proves to be dangerous!
1. Once Country recording artists make enough money to be able to afford good dental work, do they just ignore their whistling teeth, or do some of them actually pay the dentist to work on their pearlies in such a way as to produce a whistle, usually associated with ill fitting dentures?
Ever listen to Brooks and Dunn?

2. Is Paula Dean's irritating voice an attempt by the South to have its own Fran Dresher?
Try again. At least Fran is beautiful. Hint: Thumb rings are sexy on young, slender hands..not soon hands with liver (age) spots!

I'm just sayin'