November 2008

26 Nov 2008 06:25 pm

Taking a break from cleaning the house before the return of the Charlotte and her Thanksgiving guest, a fellow law school student who is a fascinating young woman, born in Paris on Bastille Day, the very day a year after her older brother had been born in Lebanon in 1982 during the Israeli invasion of Lebanon.

The first birth was premature, brought on by the terror of the bombs in Lebanon, the second birth was also premature, brought on by the noise of the fireworks in Paris. The Christian Lebanese family eventually were able to move to the United States where they brought their children up in Alabama.

Anyway, the shopping is done, the cleaning is ongoing and I need a break.

Checking out the non-Turkey news I find this Instapundit link to Ed Driscoll who has a New Silicon Graffiti Video about anger in politics. I like the name “A Bee in the Mouth!”


Ed interviews Peter Wood, writer of the book, “A Bee in the Mouth!”, (hence the name of the video) and gives me a new book to add to my Christmas wish list. Peter examines the anger in politics which has been growing in the past four generations.

I plead guilty to being extremely angry at my fellow Americans when they bought what Bill Clinton was selling. I was appalled, shocked, saddened and yes, angry. But I didn’t take to the road with ugly bumper stickers on my car, nor did I join an outfit like which was started up after the impeachment of Clinton. I did use what opportunities I had as a citizen and wrote one letter to the editor of a newspaper during the 1996 Presidential election arguing against the reelection of Clinton but that was before the Monica Lewinsky scandal.

Clinton had done enough in my book to be sent home to Arkansas but the American people didn’t see it my way. Did I experience some bitter moments after that? Yes indeedy. But I still didn’t become a hater because I wasn’t raised that way.

Ed Driscoll linked to this review of Peter Wood’s book by Stanley Kurtz that is very illuminating and has more indepth thoughts that capture what I have been thinking lately.

Peter Wood’s book is about political anger in America but not specifically in the past election and reading Stanley Kurtz’ thought’s about Wood’s book set me off on an inferential jaunt.

I’ve been thinking about why the American people have turned against the Republicans in this election year. It wasn’t a mandate for Obama because in some states in the South, McCain won over Obama with larger percentages than President Bush beat Kerry.

The South is still very traditional but the midwest and Northeast is just about gone in that respect. Midwesterners and the Northeast might be able to take tough winters but they don’t like mean talk. After all these years of polarizing political speech, they’ve had it with politics. Whoever yelled the loudest got their attention.

The Democrats have been yelling loudest with the help of the media. They got the attention. The message was repeated over and over. The Bush Derangement Syndrome of the extreme left of the Democrat Party went mainstream. People who one would think would have been resistant to such delusions bought into that message because there really wasn’t any pushback from the White House or Bush surrogates or heaven forbid, any Republicans in Congress.

The angry message stuck. The American people bought it. Obama arrived and did his Humphrey Bogart-best. The American people bought it. The media whispered that John McCain seemed angry. The American people bought that.

Ronald Reagan was never the angry type. President Bush, God Bless Him has never been the angry type. Barack Obama seems more angry than both of these men in reality but reality matters no more.

Everything is perception which is why the Peggy Noonans of the world are working hard to make Sarah Palin unelectable. She is not an angry person, just extremely successful as a governor.

Gotta go make a pie.

I’m back from the kitchen. My husband has been watching movies in the computer room while I was blogging so I was unaware of the terror attacks in India today. Horrible.

Oh yeah, I probably won’t get back here for a while, so Happy Thanksgiving. May God comfort all the civilians and the families of those killed and injured in the terror attacks.

25 Nov 2008 06:54 pm


It’s so sad. Kids today know very little, if anything about the comic strip Peanuts. It’s doubtful that kids even read the comic section of newspapers since readership has tanked so the only way they will get exposure to the late, great Charles M. Schulz is through his Peanuts’ specials. But there is a scarcity of that lately. When I mention Linus in my art classes I get blank looks. Kids don’t know anything about Snoopy. Or Charlie Brown. Or Lucy.

It’s tragic.


Kids know about Mega Man and Iron Man but to me, Snoopy was always the Man.


My favorite of all of Schulz’s holiday specials was A Charlie Brown Thanksgiving.

I guess it’s just the child in me, but back in the eighties when I first saw Snoopy and Charlie Brown lay out Buttered Toast, pretzels, popcorn, jelly beans and ice cream for Thanksgiving Dinner I thought, yeah, that’s just what I’d want if I were a kid.

On the day before the mad-Turkey-rush in the kitchen, I’m thinking that still might be a nice alternative.

Tonight ABC is airing the classic again. I’m going to sit down and pretend to be a child again and hope that there are some children who can put away their Nintendos and Wii’s and just watch the timeless magic of Charles M. Schulz. To me, the Thanksgiving special is the best one and all of them are wonderful. I watched the specials with my kids when they were little ans they still love them today.

Charles M. Schulz’ A Charlie Brown Thanksgiving

“A Charlie Brown Thanksgiving” airs tonight at 8:00 PM EST on ABC.

25 Nov 2008 12:52 am


No, I wasn’t in Washington D.C. or New York City. I definitely wasn’t watching Obama’s press conference. If we’re considering the festivities in the works in the nations’ capital I’m certain that I wouldn’t find Santa Claus at any of Nancy Pelosi’s stripped down versions of Christmas. She would have Santa dressed in green.

No. I saw Santa Claus while I was at work!

I had parent pickup duty after school today. I heard some students say, “Look! There’s Santa Claus!” so I looked in the direction they were pointing and inside a car was a man with a white beard wearing a red suit and a red hat.

A little girl looked up at me, pointed over at the car and said, “That’s my ride.” I walked her over to the car and opened the door for her.

The man inside said, “Betcha don’t get Santa picking you up every day!” and then he started to laugh.

He had an authentic white beard, blue eyes and looked just like Santa. The little girl, whispered to me, “That’s my grandpa.”

I don’t believe her.

I think he really was Santa Claus.

23 Nov 2008 11:56 am

Check this out. GenderAnalyzer determines the gender of the writer of a blog by plugging in the URL. I found this on Instapundit who is only 64% manly. The details of the info were from Gateway Pundit who suffered an even bigger blow to his manly pride.

Here are the GenderAnalyzer Results on the writer of Wide Awake Cafe.

We think is written by a man (69%).

That’s a blow to my female pride, my girly girlishness!

It’s true, I just celebrated our Victory in Iraq Day yesterday, November 22, 2008, but that shouldn’t mean that I am more manly, just that I am a human being. I am a big football fan but many woman are football fans.

I don’t blog about that stuff you do with the yarn although I have a friend who blogs about it.

I do blog about art often.

I’ve done my share of cat blogging.

I spend some time on this blog writing about my family, my grandparents and our family history.

I blog about politics and culture because that has always been an innate interest since high school. I’ve been interested in military history because I am married to a man who has filled the bookshelves in our home with books about military history and I have found them fascinating.

When Bob watches The Band of Brothers for the sixth or seventh time I am there with him. If that has made my blog a little more masculine so be it.

But I still don’t get it.

If I were so masculine I would be able to do the technological changes I would like to do to my blog. It’s not something I’m proud to admit but it’s true that if I were of more of a techy mindset I would be able to upgrade my computer without constantly having to ask my husband how to do it. I would be able to change the ink cartridge in my printer. If I were more handy with my hands I would be able to open DVD covers.

If I were more manly I would be tall enough to change the light bulb in the laundry room without a ladder. I would be able to use a drill. I would be able to make some simple improvements to my house without having a disaster happen and I would be able to simply turn a doorknob which I am unable to do sometimes.

69% male. Hahahahahahahah!!!!!!!!

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.

21 Nov 2008 06:26 pm


Today is my sister, Lucy’s birthday. Happy birthday Lucy Redboots!

Lucy is small in stature, yes, but she’s really and truly an Amazon woman.

I kid you not.

Lucy can lift a house with her tiny little arms.

Maybe that’s an exaggeration but not much of one. Perhaps it was her training in college. Lucy was always a Wonder Woman. She was head cheerleader at Arkansas Tech University. Thankfully, most of us didn’t go to one of those cult colleges that David Brooks admires so much.

Although Lucy is only three years younger than me she still gets carded when ever she orders a drink. When we were kids we always shared a room and she had the top bunk. She had this tendency to hang slinkies down by my side of the bed in the middle of the night to scare me. We sang harmony together, played together and sometimes dreamed the same dreams. We had lots of pets in our little acre wood we called home. Even though Lucy was the smallest of all of us she managed to rule over us most of the time through the force of her personality.


Lucy was always a pretty good sport even when under arrest.


I always thought Lucy looked like the angel on top of the Christmas tree. (except when she hid dead spiders in pill bottles under my pillow)


Lucy’s an excellent cook, gardener, artist, art teacher, Mother, wife, sister, daughter, friend (this is in random order) and she’s really STRONG. Lucy knows how to prepare and cook deer, turkey, rabbit, etc… hunted and killed by her husband and she always has Live Maine lobster races in her kitchen before she cooks them.

Lucy’s a Sarah Palin fan and wasn’t at all shocked to see Sarah pardon a turkey and conduct an interview while behind her some other unlucky turkeys were on their way to some families’ Thanksgiving table.

Ann Althouse wasn’t all verklempt over the deal either.

I was five years old when I saw my first chicken dinner killed. My great grandfather wrung the neck of one of our chickens and then my mother prepared the chicken dinner.

Happy Birthday Lucy! I hope you come over next Wednesday and help me prepare my turkey.

18 Nov 2008 06:04 pm

The headline on Drudge reads Beggars on the Hill. The article’s actual headline is less outrageous but still uses the word “beg”. It got me to thinking of the time years ago when I was a church secretary. I worked as a church secretary for one year only when my husband was working on his second Masters Degree at Purdue University but I learned a lot. The pastor of the church and his wife had been missionaries to the Phillipines for many years before taking the pastorate and had a strict policy about helping beggars at the church.

The policy was to turn beggars away. The pastor explained that to give money or even food to healthy people was basically to keep them in their chosen career. The philosophy of the particular sect of Christian missionaries was to teach the man to fish as well as making them fishers of men and our pastor and his wife believed the philosophy worked as well in our own country when they came home. The mission of the church was to feed the sheep with spiritual food.

Being pretty naive, I thought the policy heartless and soon I was faced with the issue myself when I found a female beggar in the office asking me for some food and drink. Being pretty much a pushover I found some saltine crackers and gave her a drink of water and she went on her way.

It was not long before this woman was haunting the church every day, asking for money, and food, shrewdly telling me about the specials at Wendy’s and how economical it would be if we would just give her enough money to pay for the special.

After finding charity just once at our church this woman became sure she would get it again. It turned out that she had a circuit of churches she would hit and the pastor was right, begging was her chosen profession.

Not only did she keep coming back with her hand held out, she sent her fellow beggars to the church. They do have an unofficial association.

If our government continues giving bailouts to big business, the banking system, General Motors, and the ball and chain around their necks, the United Auto Workers, or whatever else qualifies as a financial institution, our capitalistic system has gone beggar to government. Our government will have put future generations of Americans in debt through taxation the like of which would have seen our founders revolting a hundred times over.

One beggar is just a beggar.

A nation of beggars is ripe for conquering.

16 Nov 2008 08:33 pm


Back in the days when my brothers, my sister and I prayed for each other every night. Actually, we still do.

One summer when I was thirteen, my brothers, my sister and I fell ill with high fevers and other systemic aches and pains which would end up lasting for three months. It started early in the summer and we each dropped like dominoes. All four of us became sicker as each day passed. I still remember the severe headaches in the back of my head. I had a fever of 104 degrees that would not break for two weeks. My parents moved out of their bedroom giving it over to us.

One weekend my brother, Bobby’s fever rose above 105 degrees and he had to be hospitalized. We were tested for everything from typhus to tularemia to typhoid but nothing would test out. The doctor was certain that it was not a virus because the neighborhood kids came to visit early on in the illness and never caught it.

I remember getting better and being permitted to go outside for a while and trying to deny to myself the fact that the fever was coming back. The disappointment and the fear it caused was devastating.

Everytime each one of us got a little better and was able to get up out of bed for a while the fever would come roaring back.

It really hurt when my youngest brother, Guy, who was only four years old came down with a fever of 104 degrees. My mother tried everything to get the fever down, including putting him in a bath of lukewarm water. This frightened him so much and he was irritable in the first place. I had a high fever too and could only sit on the floor beside him and stroke his hair and hold the cold cloth on his forehead. This was the days before Tylenol. He kept that high fever for days before it would break. Thank goodness we did have Bayer Aspirin.

We always had Bible study and prayers at night before bed, at this time it became much more meaningful even though it was quieter. We were all quiet because the fevers affected each of us differently. Most of us were sick to our stomachs too. That was another difficulty for our Mother, to keep us hydrated.

Looking back, I don’t know how Mother did it, how she kept her sanity, how she kept her health. There was always a lot of love in our home from both of our parents, there were always hands stretched out with cold cloths stroking our burning foreheads.

One evening my little sister, Lucy became delirious. She claimed to be seeing “little people” in the back woods from her bed and she described the little people my Aunt Hetty tells us that the Cherokee Indian legends say will come right before someone’s death. Lucy’s eyes were wide open and staring into the distance as she described the sight of the Little People and it frightened us.

Lucy was small and had become so frail the doctor was called. He ran some tests and prescribed Chloromycetin, a very powerful antibiotic that was later taken off the market because it was determined to cause blood disease. Ironically, seven years later, Lucy developed thrombophlebitis in her leg. But the medicine helped her and her fever broke and she came out of the delirium.

And yet, we were all spooked by that because just a few years before my mother’s best friend,
Lucy died of a blood clot in her leg that had traveled to her lung when she was only twenty nine years old. So the cure led to another fearful season.

That summer we all learned how to play cards. I learned how to play Solitaire and Hearts. I drew a lot and read a little. My headaches were so bad my eyes were too weak to read for very long so comic books were more my cup of tea. I sipped some tea also but not a lot because it too was dehydrating.

One of the things we were looking forward to at the end of the summer was our cousins, Jeanne and Junior’s wedding in early September. Our goal was to be well enough to be in the wedding. I remember still having the headache as Jeanne walked down the aisle but we were there for it. For months after school started I began to despair that I would never rid myself of the hated headaches. But sometime that winter they went away. I would get twinges sometimes but the fever was gone, and didn’t return again.

We had great healthcare back then and it was affordable. Sure, with the improvement in lab technology the unknown bacteria would have probably been discovered today but I still have my suspicions that we were suffering from Tularemia because we did have a rabbit that died that summer. Our doctor, Dr. Shearer, was the best doctor in town, our parents did not have to buy health insurance during those days in order to afford health care, or in order to pay for my brother’s hospitalization or for the drugs used to treat us.

My father’s form of health insurance? It was called WORK. He worked, then he collected a paycheck. Then he paid the doctor’s bill. He did the same with the hospital bill and the pharmacy bill.

We were sick for three months and perhaps that time might have been shortened with better drugs or a better diagnosis but I have my doubts. We suffered what we suffered. We are a closer family for the suffering. My brothers, my sister and I each had our crisis and we rallied around each other and our mother and father were always there for us. We became card sharks. We became comic book authorities and prayer warriors.

The company that developed Chloromycetin was sued but the drug was so valuable that it is today still being used under a doctor’s care but only for serious, life threatening illnesses.

Our Mother was a stay at home mom when we were so sick that summer, later she became a working Mom. I can’t imagine what I would have done had my three children become sick for so long for three months one summer. But in our family we were taught you do what you have to do and we still do that.

In these stressful times we will do what we have to do to keep our family close and healthy. It’s a shame that those in high places in our government don’t have any history of family hardship that made them strong and resolute but perhaps they never did become strong and resolute people.

Perhaps that is the problem.

16 Nov 2008 02:32 am


Sarah Palin eclipsing another Republican governor prior to the second day of the 2008 Republican Governors Association Annual Conference in Miami November 13, 2008. REUTERS/Hans Deryk (UNITED STATES)

Dick Cavett is playing language cop today and naturally, Alaskan Governor Sarah Palin has offended his deepest sensibilities. Her grammar troubles him, not her straight talking truth, because of course, the man wouldn’t recognize that if it bit him on the backside. Somehow, it does get to him though, so he strikes out at her, to belittle, to injure, to somehow deny the growing reality that with Gov. Sarah Palin there is a certain date a comin’, say, 2012.

For some unknown reason, in this recent, most protracted, and most foul presidential campaign, Dick Cavett’s fine feathers were not at all ruffled by the Obama campaign of hope and change, a campaign full of cliche-filled, “yes we can” sloganeering, which echoed throughout the country, up every hill and down every dale until it seemed that one could hear the chant in every quiet corner of ones’ own home.

The fad-speak of the Obama campaign became the muzak of the summer, the yes-we-can, employed over and over again at Obama rallies. The frenzy of it all made weak minded people faint; those simple borrowed words of a little train.

The slogan wasn’t even original. One would have thought that Cavett would have at least taken offense at that fact. But liberals are so predictable. Cavett struck out at Palin perhaps because she has emerged from the election more popular than ever.

Who has assaulted our language the most? The One, who used words as a wall in which he could hide his past associations and leftist leanings? The man who told Joe the Plumber he had plans to spread the wealth around. (which said words are now haunting the stock market) Barack Obama, who argueably picked Joe Biden chiefly because Biden’s gaffes are bigger than his own.

Or Sarah Palin, who expressed herself in a unique Alaskan/Minnesotan dialect, not unlike Marge Gunderson, the persevering but always nice Chief of Police in the movie, Fargo. Palin spoke to the regular, everyday Americans, the unpolled ones, the not so political working Americans the McCain advance teams unbelievably, tried to keep away from her on the campaign trail.

They understood her quite well.

I will take Camille Paglia’s intellectual reasoning over Dick Cavett’s mincing of words any day.

Given that Obama had served on a Chicago board with Ayers and approved funding of a leftist educational project sponsored by Ayers, one might think that the unrepentant Ayers-Dohrn couple might be of some interest to the national media. But no, reporters have been too busy playing mini-badminton with every random spitball about Sarah Palin, who has been subjected to an atrocious and at times delusional level of defamation merely because she has the temerity to hold pro-life views.

How dare Palin not embrace abortion as the ultimate civilized ideal of modern culture? How tacky that she speaks in a vivacious regional accent indistinguishable from that of Western Canada! How risible that she graduated from the University of Idaho and not one of those plush, pampered commodes of received opinion whose graduates, in their rush to believe the worst about her, have demonstrated that, when it comes to sifting evidence, they don’t know their asses from their elbows.

Liberal Democrats are going to wake up from their sadomasochistic, anti-Palin orgy with a very big hangover. The evil genie released during this sorry episode will not so easily go back into its bottle. A shocking level of irrational emotionalism and at times infantile rage was exposed at the heart of current Democratic ideology — contradicting Democratic core principles of compassion, tolerance and independent thought. One would have to look back to the Eisenhower 1950s for parallels to this grotesque lock-step parade of bourgeois provincialism, shallow groupthink and blind prejudice.

I like Sarah Palin, and I’ve heartily enjoyed her arrival on the national stage. As a career classroom teacher, I can see how smart she is — and quite frankly, I think the people who don’t see it are the stupid ones, wrapped in the fuzzy mummy-gauze of their own worn-out partisan dogma. So she doesn’t speak the King’s English — big whoop! There is a powerful clarity of consciousness in her eyes. She uses language with the jumps, breaks and rippling momentum of a be-bop saxophonist. I stand on what I said (as a staunch pro-choice advocate) in my last two columns — that Palin as a pro-life wife, mother and ambitious professional represents the next big shift in feminism. Pro-life women will save feminism by expanding it, particularly into the more traditional Third World.

As for the Democrats who sneered and howled that Palin was unprepared to be a vice-presidential nominee — what navel-gazing hypocrisy! What protests were raised in the party or mainstream media when John Edwards, with vastly less political experience than Palin, got John Kerry’s nod for veep four years ago? And Gov. Kathleen Sebelius of Kansas, for whom I lobbied to be Obama’s pick and who was on everyone’s short list for months, has a record indistinguishable from Palin’s. Whatever knowledge deficit Palin has about the federal bureaucracy or international affairs (outside the normal purview of governors) will hopefully be remedied during the next eight years of the Obama presidencies.

The U.S. Senate as a career option? What a claustrophobic, nitpicking comedown for an energetic Alaskan — nothing but droning committees and incestuous back-scratching. No, Sarah Palin should stick to her governorship and just hit the rubber-chicken circuit, as Richard Nixon did in his long haul back from political limbo following his California gubernatorial defeat in 1962. Step by step, the mainstream media will come around, wipe its own mud out of its eyes, and see Palin for the populist phenomenon that she is.

Sarah Palin may have hurt John McCain in one way, but one way only. Many of us would have loved to see Sarah Palin in the three Presidential debates against Obama because she more than held her own against there-you-go-again Joe Biden. After seeing her performance in the campaign we wished Sarah Palin had been our Republican nominee in 2008. She totally eclipsed John McCain in the campaign which is probably what bothered many of his aides.

So, Mr. Dick Cavett, the caveat of this pushback post is to remind you about your own blind eyes. When you refuse to regard all sides of an issue you lack the ability to see the big picture. Although you might find the grammatical errors of Sarah Palin a sign of intellectual weakness others find her real, charming and authentic. (including Camille Paglia) Sarah Palin’s words are not empty, or polled, or planned to evoke a response from a certain segment of people. They are earnest words, and serious and meant to be delivered to all of the American people.

Sarah Palin does have a bright future ahead of her in this country and no matter what people like you do or say or write, she will not be eclipsed. It is impossible to eclipse the North Star.

Deal with it.

12 Nov 2008 11:58 pm

For all those who waited breathlessly last night for Senator John McCain’s appearance on Jay Leno for words of support for Sarah Palin, their faces must be pretty blue today.

There just wasn’t much in the way of words of support for Sarah.

Oh, McCain was grateful and proud of Sarah but sort of dismissive. Kind of like a principal talking about a former teacher he had personally caused to be transferred.

For Joe Lieberman, yeah. McCain’s eyes lit up when he talked about him. Joe’s one of the the good ole boys, yeah.

As quickly as Fox called Ohio for Obama on Election Day, Steve Schmidt scrapped Sarah’s speech, the Republican National Committee was called into action to get rolling against Sarah and her family and the blame game began.


Cindy and John made their stiff goodbyes to the Palin family.

The super secret smurfs of scurrilous attacks and smears began immediately. Actually, that part of the blame Sarah operation had started about a week earlier when the McCain strategists had determined that there was no way that McCain could win.

As soon as Sarah and her family landed in Alaska the press was waiting.

Just like spiders.

The Sarah Palin that arrived home in Alaska wasn’t the corset-bound Sarah the McCain campaign had attempted to keep on the Republican bus. She’s speaking her mind now and revealing herself to be talented, keenly intelligent, devoted to and proud of her state of Alaska and able to give great interviews while preparing food in her kitchen.

I watched Greta van Susteren’s interviews with Sarah Palin with pleasure the past two evenings. I noticed that Sarah’s very careful about cleaning her hands between food preparation and cleanup and in addition that she can discuss politics and policy while slicing cheese.

I taught Home Ec as a long term substitute teacher for six months and it is very difficult to talk to students while preparing food. It takes concentration and talent. I can imagine a very unflappable Sarah Palin in an Oval Office setting after watching her performance in the kitchen.

Camille Paglia writes:

I like Sarah Palin, and I’ve heartily enjoyed her arrival on the national stage. As a career classroom teacher, I can see how smart she is — and quite frankly, I think the people who don’t see it are the stupid ones, wrapped in the fuzzy mummy-gauze of their own worn-out partisan dogma. So she doesn’t speak the King’s English — big whoop! There is a powerful clarity of consciousness in her eyes. She uses language with the jumps, breaks and rippling momentum of a be-bop saxophonist. I stand on what I said (as a staunch pro-choice advocate) in my last two columns — that Palin as a pro-life wife, mother and ambitious professional represents the next big shift in feminism. Pro-life women will save feminism by expanding it, particularly into the more traditional Third World.

As for the Democrats who sneered and howled that Palin was unprepared to be a vice-presidential nominee — what navel-gazing hypocrisy! What protests were raised in the party or mainstream media when John Edwards, with vastly less political experience than Palin, got John Kerry’s nod for veep four years ago? And Gov. Kathleen Sebelius of Kansas, for whom I lobbied to be Obama’s pick and who was on everyone’s short list for months, has a record indistinguishable from Palin’s. Whatever knowledge deficit Palin has about the federal bureaucracy or international affairs (outside the normal purview of governors) will hopefully be remedied during the next eight years of the Obama presidencies.

The U.S. Senate as a career option? What a claustrophobic, nitpicking comedown for an energetic Alaskan — nothing but droning committees and incestuous back-scratching. No, Sarah Palin should stick to her governorship and just hit the rubber-chicken circuit, as Richard Nixon did in his long haul back from political limbo following his California gubernatorial defeat in 1962. Step by step, the mainstream media will come around, wipe its own mud out of its eyes, and see Palin for the populist phenomenon that she is.

Hat tip: The Anchoress

How wrong I was when at first I hesitated at the news that John McCain had selected Alaskan Governor, Sarah Palin as his running mate last August. But that is before I knew her. Now that I know about this strong and resourceful woman I have a feeling that she will be giving liberals and the media conniption fits for many years in the future.

For that I will buy tickets.

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