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21 May 2009 10:31 am


Kris Allen, American Idol

Kris Allen "Falling Slowly" (TOP7 - MOVIE WEEK) - Funny videos are here

Kris Allen won American Idol last night. It’s my opinion that he actually began to win back in week 7 (April 14th) when he sang the Irish song, Falling Slowly.

That’s really the first week I began to watch this season’s Idol. I’ve always been a fan but this year I was just too busy to commit but my niece, Maine urged our family to please watch and support Kris Allen, of Conway, Arkansas. Kris’ wife, Katy is a good friend of Maine’s, in fact, before Idol, Katy was the star of the family. At the University of Arkansas, Katy was homecoming queen.

I was actually in the hospital when I first saw Kris performing Falling Slowly. I was recovering from two surgeries in one week. I won’t go into the details because I am now back on the road to health and everything turned out well (and benign) but it was a good choice for me to start watching American Idol again. Music is truly good for one’s soul. I know it’s been good for me. When I saw the above video of Kris, I saw a winner.

Kris Allen won American Idol without once assaulting American ears with screeching, something both Adam Lambert and Danny Gokey cannot claim. Kris didn’t have to cloak himself in the stylings of Aerosmith or Queen or raid his mother’s makeup bag for her tube of extra-strength mascara.

Kris Allen took every song he was presented with, sang them and made them into his own. With Kris Allen, American Idol viewers discovered a new and unique, and unaffected talent. I predict that Kris will be big. America bypassed the obvious preferences of Simon Cowell and the rest of the AI judges and made the right choice.

11 Dec 2008 01:08 pm


It’s my brother, the Sgt. Major’s birthday. He’s home this year to celebrate it. He was home to celebrate it last year, but just barely.


He has two granddaughters to run for now.


Happy Birthday to the best Sgt. Major/Brother in the U.S.A.!

22 Nov 2008 08:00 am


The Iraq War is over and we have won. Really.

America has won.

Zombie Time Declares it.

We have won the war even though there is nothing to be found about this fabulous news at MSNBC or ABC News or CBS News or CNN or even Fox News.

Here is the Google news results page if you enter “the war in Iraq is won.”

Not much, huh?

One has to scroll down eight links to a Blogger News Network link which reads Psst…the war is won

Everything else on the google page is essentially anti-military, anti-Bush or pro-Democrat. That’s the way it’s gone since a few months after the War in Iraq began.

But still, after all that, the Iraq war is essentially won.

Abraham Lincoln, our nations’ sixteenth president and one of our very greatest is being pegged by the media as an Obama look-a-like as they play pin the tail on the Democrat donkey just elected.

Lincoln, a president who spent all of his time in office dealing with the tragedy of a divided nation, and the bloody carnage of a Civil War, suffered deep anguish throughout his days in the White House, along with personal family tragedies and so much extreme hatred from so many regions of our country that it eventually led to his assassination.

The medias’ outrageous attempt to cast Barack Obama in the pantheon of Abraham Lincoln is ridiculous.

That Obama’s election is an historic first is true but everything else is for future historians to analyze and write about, not for todays’ reporters to wax poetic. Obama’s only just visited the White House, he hasn’t moved in yet.

The eight years of Bush Derangement Syndrome suffered gladly in some quarters of the media and the Democrat party has caused such deterioration that they are to the point that they would rather deny victory than admit the truth that the Commander in Chief and the troops have won the war.

This has to have taken a toll on President Bush but you’d never know it from his gracious public appearances.

Let’s roll back.


“I hear you, America hears you, and the people who knocked these buildings down will hear from all of us soon.” ~ President George W. Bush

Remember him? The man who warned our enemies in the days just after September 11th that they would soon hear from us?

They did hear from us.

And now one theater in the war on terror is wrapped up.

Iraq is won.

Where are the ticker-tape parades Sissy Willis asks? The media which is now consumed in an all out search for a grandious presidential comparison to Barack Obama (who after all hasn’t accomplished anything of note as of yet except being elected president) can’t seem to take time to report this fantastic news.

Could it be that since Iraq is won and the Commander in Chief is still President Bush the media are waiting until Obama takes the oath of office in January before they declare that the war is really and truly won? Will Obama get on Air Force One and plant some pebbles on a beach somewhere in Iraq? The man who did nothing but try to lose that war?

“THE WAR IS OVER AND WE WON:” Michael Yon just phoned from Baghdad, and reports that things are much better than he had expected, and he had expected things to be good. “There’s nothing going on. I’m with the 10th Mountain Division, and about half of the guys I’m with haven’t fired their weapons on this tour and they’ve been here eight months. And the place we’re at, South Baghdad, used to be one of the worst places in Iraq. And now there’s nothing going on. I’ve been walking my feet off and haven’t seen anything.”

November 22nd, 2008 will be celebrated in many quarters as Victory in Iraq Day. Our family will be celebrating as we had not one, but two family members who were deployed to Iraq and thankfully, came home safely from the war victorious then and victorious now.

All of our troops, living and dead deserve the credit for this wonderful and very hard work.

The Anchoress wasn’t afraid to say it: President Bush was right.

I will say it again. President Bush was right. He was steadfast. He didn’t quit. He listened to the Generals. He listened to John McCain. He may have even gotten Osama. Some of us suspected it back in 2002.

President Bush honors and continues to honor our troops and our country despite the slings, arrows and missiles aimed at him. Someday history will acknowledge that he was right although I fear that none of us will be around to see it.

But that’s okay. May the blooming of Iraq continue.

All good things take time. One day there will be histories written of the steadfast men and women who left home and hearth for deployments sometimes extended longer than expected but they kept at it, sometimes grumbling but always faithfully doing their duty, and achieving their mission. This generation, many of them the grandchildren of the Greatest Generation may have learned something from their grandparents.

May God Bless these amazing young Americans. May God Bless our Troops. May God continue to Bless and Keep those who are still in harms’ way.

May America Honor All of Them.

Soldiers will always be my heroes.

As we celebrate our victory we must remember those who gave their all in the fight. The following are just a few of the band of brothers and sisters….

Spc. Erich Smallwood

Maj. Andrew Olmsted

Army Spc. Dustin Fisher

Sgt. Buddy James Hughie

Sgt. Michael James Stokely

The Long Gray Line’s Final Roll Call

Here is the Stars and Stripes’ Honoring Valor Site

Here are my fellow bloggers who are today marching in a virtual ticker-tape parade celebrating Iraq Victory Day. Take a trip to see each one.

Gateway Pundit


Little Green Footballs



Because No One Asked

Dog Opus Blog

Oh No, Another Conservative Blog

Who Is John Galt?

Gathering of Eagles (national)

Gathering of Eagles New York

Gathering of Eagles North Carolina

Stop the ACLU

The Surfing Conservative

Civilian Irregular Information Defense Group

The Foxhole

Lighthouse on the Right

Arming Liberty

Uncle Sam Ate My Baby

Down Is Up

Foreign and Domestic

WOT Daily

The Blog of Record

Serr8d’s Cutting Edge

Army Wife: Rants from Ft. Livingroom

Hamilton, Madison, and Jay

Rochester Conservative

The Daily Blogster

I Call BS!

Macker’s World

Something should go here, maybe later

Nice Deb

The Bronze Blog


The Irascible Chef

Sharp Right Turn


Tman In Tennessee

Thunder Pig

Sith by Sithwest



Marooned in Marin

Thoughts Enroute

More Weight


The Jack Knows

Red State Rumblings

High Plains Blogger

Air Force Pundit

Fallback LGF

Liberty for USA

Diary of a Madman

The Rumbler Report

D.C. Thornton

Lock and Load

Fat Angie


Oedipal Beatdown

Conservative Action Network

A Herd of Turtles

Penny’s Potpurri

Sayyad al Wahabiyya

Brain-Surgery With Spoons

American Syndicalist Party


Public Secrets


Toxic Taxation

Berman Post


The Inquisition

Pax Parabellum

CrossFit Camp Pendleton

Freedom Watch

American Truths

Destination OBX

Fearless Dream

Theodore’s World

The Cool Blue Blog

Life With Monkeys

Woody’s Place

Wild Weazel

The Atheist Conservative

King’s Right Site

We are the Grizzwolds



Confederate Yankee

The Jawa Report

Ed Driscoll

Facebook group for Victory in Iraq Day

Barking Moonbat Early Warning System

Exurban League

Noblesse Oblige

Protein Wisdom Pub

Black & Right

Johnson County Republican Party

Winefred’s Well

Still Unbounded

The Liberty Boys

Atlanta ROFTers

This is Scooter Country

The Crescent Moon

From My Position…On the Way!

Letters to a Dying Dream

Blogs for Victory




Conservative Diggs


Erica Marceau

Pirate’s Cove

Let’s Get It Right

Cmblake6’s Weblog

What Bubba Knows



Psycmeister’s Ice Palace!

Stable of Zionist Hore #2

Conservative in Seattle

Karridine Delivers



Zim’s View

I Am, Therefore I Think

Patriot Missive

USS Neverdock

Dan Cirucci

The Conservative Contessa

The Four Rs

Wake up America

The C-Square

Sarge Charlie

Red-Hot Right

Echoes in Eternity

American Infidel


supporting the troops

One Model Place

The Dumber Ox

The Lightning News


2nd Exposure


Lindy’s Blog: Where Mom is Always Right

Comics Pundit

No Clever Pseudonym

Free Frank Warner

The Digital Hairshirt

The Blue Pelican


Nothing But the Facts


Environmental Republican

Irons in the Fire

no blood for sauerkraut!

The Individualizer


Nebulous Continuum

Take Our Country Back

The Conservative Radical

Zion Beckons


Soldiers’ Angels Germany

Paul Ibrahim

jweaks on Squidoo

Marie’s Two Cents

The Other Club

The Anchoress

Beyond the Veil

Michigan Taxes Too Much

Once More Into the Breach

When you finish this parade know this, we live in the land of the free and the home of the brave chiefly because of the sacrifice of our valiant military of the past, the present and the future.

God bless you, the reader.

20 Oct 2007 11:16 am


My brother, Sgt. Major Bobby Fletcher came home this past Tuesday. What a wonderful day. The weather even cooperated.


He’s home to spend a lot more time enjoying his granddaughter and to news that another grandchild is on the way.


Vivi America


Bobby in Iraq, standing under what is thought to be one of the first archways ever built.

Did I have any idea when we were playing war in the back pasture when we were kids that my brother would grow up and go to war, not once, but two times? He was always the leader when we were kids. I am very relieved that he has come home safely and very proud that he has played an important role in keeping our country free.

03 Jun 2007 12:37 am


My husband grew up reading books like the one above, The Boy’s Book of Battle Lyrics by Thomas Dunn English. It was published in 1885 and I found it recently in our bookshelves.

It’s described as A collection of verses illustrating some notable events in the history of the United States of America, from the Colonial Period to the outbreak of the Sectional War.

It’s not The Dangerous Book for Boys and will not be found in a school library today, (more’s the pity) but it demonstrates that at one time, manliness, courage, patriotism, historical knowledge and poetry were considered important essentials for bringing up successful young men.

It’s doubtful The Hornblower Series would be found in school libraries either but that wonderful series of stories about Horatio Hornblower by C.S. Forester is among my husband’s favorite books of his youth. The stories appealed to the swashbuckler in his soul.

I am purchasing The Dangerous Book for Boys for my nephews because it’s the kind of book that will appeal to them. They are the kind of boys, who, when they decided they wanted a basketball goal, built one for themselves. They love action and challenges and never find anything like that at school.

Many boys in public schools today are either ignored by their teachers or sent to the principals’ office when they get antsy in class. Girls are the preferred class because they very rarely stick paperclips into erasers, make paper airplanes out of their homework or do any of the things that used to be considered normal behavior for boys but is now used as evidence of their “hyper-activity.”

24 May 2007 11:08 am


The play, Demeter and Persephone is over. The fourth grade students did an awesome job this morning. The photos posted here were part of the scenery that I spent all weekend painting.


The student who was to play Zeus was home sick in bed but the boy who took his place did a great job. He was to play Charon but had to quickly switch over to Zeus. I read the lines of Charon from backstage using my deep, creepy voice.


This Greek Corinthian order temple was hanging on the back of the stage. When the ground shook (beating tamborines) as Hades emerged to kidnap Persephone, the temple fell halfway down the wall. A mistake but perfectly timed.


After the play was over and all the photos were taken I went to get the kids Irish Maid Donuts. Some of the kids still had their costumes on when I returned. I’m sure they will savor their moment in the sun for quite some time. It was a great experience for me to watch them stand up, remember their lines (for the most part) and act.

03 Feb 2007 01:41 pm

Epilepsy runs in our family although we’ve never said the word. My parents called it spells when my grandmother was suffering through them. After our grandfather died, our grandmother came to stay with us and I awoke one morning hearing a strange noise. I ran in to her bedroom to find my grandmother having a convulsion. We could say that word. I remember hearing my mother ask my grandmother if she had taken her medicine.

My grandmother developed epilepsy after the birth of her only child (my mother) and she was burdened early on by the type of epilepsy that could not be controlled by medication. Because of the severity of her affliction, she could not drive or ever hope to have another child. But being the kind of person she was, it didn’t stop her from working, being a loving grandmother or from getting around.

My grandmother was very intelligent; she had won a chemistry scholarship to the University of Arkansas at the age of sixteen, but didn’t complete her education because of the illness and subsequent death of her own father. She returned home to help keep his business going until she married my grandfather.

After my grandfather died, my grandmother only stayed with us for two weeks. She wanted her independence and couldn’t bear to see her grandchildren in trouble. Every time any of us did something wrong she cried because she didn’t want to see us being disciplined, whether it was just a strong, “talking to” or a spanking.

The day our grandfather died at the relatively young age of sixty, he had awakened to hear our grandmother fall. She was having a convulsion. In his panic to help our grandmother he had a heart attack. By the time my parents got to their house my grandfather was being put in an ambulance.

My mother was riding in the ambulance with him when he died. I’ll never forget my gentle grandmother’s grief and anguish with her self-inflicted belief that she had caused my grandfather’s death. Every night for months I cried myself to sleep and during the day we were with our grandmother, reassuring her that she was not at fault. The convulsions just could not be controlled.

My grandfather had a premonition of his death a month or so before he died, and asked my father to purchase for him my little brother’s annual birthday gift, which was cowboy boots. My grandfather died the day before my brother’s birthday.

Other than the epilepsy my grandmother seemed to be relatively healthy. She walked everywhere she needed to go and kept her business going for several years after my grandfather’s death. Several times, however, my mother was called to go down to the Rightway Cleaners because my grandmother had suffered another spell.

How do I know the dreaded word ran in our family?

Once when we were traveling home from Rogers, Arkansas in our grandparents’ station wagon after a visit with our aunt and uncle, I noticed my little brother jerking in his sleep and alerted my parents. Another time, after we had suppered on a meal of hamburgers with pickles I awoke hearing something odd and discovered my little brother in his bed having another spell.

I remember my mother blaming it on the pickles and for a while they were not allowed in our refrigerator but I knew that pickles were not the cause of the convulsion. Luckily, my brother’s problem was remedied by a magical bottle of red medicine he had to take for a couple of years and he grew up happy, whole and very healthy.

But I remember once hearing my grandmother talking to my mother about how “delicate” my brother was and wondered at that statement as my brother played baseball, basketball, football and was constantly in motion. We were never to speak of the problem with our brother and haven’t until this day.

When I was a sophomore in high school, my mother was taking college classes and collapsed one day in class with a spell. After they rushed her to the hospital she had another one. My brothers, sister and I were sent to stay with our cousins, Jeanne and Junior for a few days while my mother was evaluated.

She was prescribed a medication that has worked and she has never had another problem with convulsions.

When I had problems with fainting as a teen, I worried that I might have the problem but the dreaded and fearful word never attached itself to me.

It seems to have become only a bad memory although I watched my own young children carefully at night and in early mornings.

My son’s life long friend was afflicted with convulsions when he was a young teen. His family had hoped it was just a childhood thing but then it came roaring back when he was in his twenties. That hasn’t stopped him, even though he can’t drive. He is a Baptist missionary and his ministry includes Africa and the Middle East.

So reading about the account of this amazing woman brings absolute delight to me. Hat tip: Hugh Hewitt

03 Jan 2007 01:17 pm


A real hero in New York City.

January 3, 2007 — A hero construction worker left his two young daughters on a Harlem subway platform and leaped into the path of an oncoming train yesterday to rescue a stranger who had fallen on the tracks.

“Tell my little girls that Daddy is OK!” Wesley Autrey shouted from under the No. 1 train after it screeched to a halt. It was just inches above him and the film student he pushed into the trough between the tracks.

Amazingly, neither Autrey nor the man he saved, 20-year-old Cameron Hollopeter, was seriously injured, even though the train grazed the construction worker’s wool cap.

“Miracles do happen, don’t they!” beamed Jeff Friedman, Hollopeter’s grandfather. “I would love to shake [Autrey’s] hand and say thanks so much.”

After Autrey boosted himself up from the tracks at the 137th Street station, he modestly said, “You’re supposed to come to people’s rescue.”

Autry is an amazing man who taught his little girls more about courage in those few moments in the subway than many parents teach their children their whole lives. The example of parents can make the difference in how children live their lives. When I’ve faced scary moments in my life I have invariably hearkened back to my parents’ example in any given situation and that has helped me to face my moments of terror.


My Uncle Max was also an amazing role model. He was a veteran of World War ll and a documented hero. Once when he was fishing on the Arkansas River he saw a man fall in and he jumped into the water and rescued him. Then he gave him artificial respiration and went on his way. The reason why he left, he told my father, is that he was wet, it was February and he was cold.

He had made sure the man was alright and that was enough. After the article in the paper was published the chief of police in our city called Uncle Max because he was a friend and thought it sounded like something Uncle Max would have done. I don’t know if Uncle Max ever contacted the elderly couple from Atlanta or not.

Another time, Uncle Max came across a traffic accident and discovered that one of the victims wasn’t breathing. He cleared the woman’s airway and made sure she was alright. Then he started directing traffic until the police and the ambulance arrived.

One reason why Dustin Hoffman’s movie, Hero has always appealed to me is because it made me think of my Uncle Max.

He never sought the limelight, he just rescued people.

Blue Crab Boulevard has more.

The Anchoress writes, real heroes never think they’ve done something heroic.

The Right Coast thinks that Mr. Autrey’s service in the Navy may have had something to do with his courage.

06 Sep 2006 05:30 pm


It’s my birthday too.

But I’m no longer two.

26 Jul 2006 08:24 am


The coolest news of the day…….

Ireland’s archeologists heralded as a miracle Tuesday the accidental discovery of an ancient book of psalms _ discovered last week when an exceptionally alert construction worker spotted something as he drove the shovel of his backhoe into a bog.

The approximately 20-page book has been dated to 800 A.D. to 1000 A.D. and, according to Trinity College manuscripts expert Bernard Meehan, is the first discovery of an Irish early medieval document in two centuries. Never before has such a fragile, old document been discovered buried in the soggy earth of Ireland.

“This is really a miracle find,” said Pat Wallace, director of the National Museum of Ireland, which has the book stored in refrigeration and facing years of painstaking analysis before it is put on public display.

“There’s two sets of odds that make this discovery really way out,” Wallace said in an interview. “First of all, it’s unlikely that something this fragile could survive buried in a bog at all, and then for it to be unearthed and spotted before it was destroyed is incalculably more amazing.”


There’s more here….

The book was found open to a page describing, in Latin script, Psalm 83, in which God hears complaints of other nations’ attempts to wipe out the name of Israel.

Wallace said several experts spent Tuesday analyzing only that page — the number of letters on each line, lines on each page, size of page — and the book’s binding and cover, which he described as “leather velum, very thick wallet in appearance.”

It could take months of study, he said, just to identify the safest way to pry open the pages without damaging or destroying them. He ruled out the use of X-rays to investigate without moving the pages.

Ireland already has several other holy books from the early medieval period, including the ornately illustrated Book of Kells, which has been on display at Trinity College in Dublin since the 19th century.

Psalm 83 deals with the confederacy of hate against Israel. The haters not only want to wipe out Israel but also every remembrance of the nation. Of all the verses in the book of Psalms it’s extremely interesting and timely that the book would be opened to Psalm 83.

I’m taking How the Irish Saved Civilization: The Untold Story of Ireland’s Heroic Role from the Fall of Rome to the Rise of Medieval Europe by Thomas Cahill back off the shelf again.

I love how God uses the weak things of the world to confound the things which are mighty.

Hang Right Politics has more.

Read even more here.

The Irish Times has more information.

This is an interesting link found in the comments at Hot Air.

Welcome to The Anchoress readers!

Welcome to Gina Cobb readers!

UPDATE: The verse was actually about the “vale of tears.”

An ancient Irish manuscript found in a bog last week does not refer to “wiping out Israel”, the National Museum of Ireland said on Thursday, after a flood of enquiries wondering at the timing of the discovery.

The confusion arose because the manuscript uses an old Latin translation of the Bible known at the Vulgate, which numbers the psalms differently from the later King James version, the 1611 English translation from which many modern texts derive.

“The Director of the National Museum of Ireland … would like to highlight that the text visible on the manuscript does not refer to wiping out Israel but to the ‘vale of tears’,” the museum said.

The vale of tears is in Psalm 84 in the King James version.

“It is hoped that this clarification will serve comfort to anyone worried by earlier reports of the content of the text,” the museum said.

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