Fare well, George W. Bush.

I only know of probably one other person who might shout an “amen” to this blog, so please know that I am not writing it to fish for any sort of agreement (and those of you who feel the need to hate might do well to refrain from it), but this has all been sitting so heavy on me for the last month or so that I just had to get it out.

 

I am one of the few who will miss George W. Bush. There, I said it. Please hold back the chants of “Crucify!” back until you hear me out. The year 2000 was the first year I could vote. I had no clue about politics or thinking for myself. I registered Republican because that is what my parents were. I called myself a Pentecostal because that is what my parents were. I went to the college they said I would go to, I drove the car they bought me, I had a lovely, blissfully ignorant life. I knew that for whatever reasons, my whole family thought that Bill Clinton was evil and that voting for his VP was not an option. So, I mailed in my absentee ballot since I was in a different town and felt the lovely sensation that November of the guy you voted for being declared the winner (oh, how I miss that feeling).

 

You know what happened next- September 11. That is a day I will never forget. That is a day when I woke up and realized how ugly the world can be. That is a day where I saw fear, terror, and death. It was a day that I saw a grown man, leader of the free world so saddened by what had happened that he cried, for all the world to see. He was determined not to let this happen again. That day, I got angry enough to care. I was glued to the television, obsessed with the news. Even though I was scared, I felt safe. I knew this not happen again. Not now, that we knew what could happen and the harm some meant for us. America would never be caught off guard again.

 

There have been mistakes, oh how there have been mistakes. But there have been victories and triumphs and hope restored to people held down by a dictator. I am not one to judge all of the President’s motives or reasons. I can only take a look at the facts, and the fact is that America has not seen another 9/11 since that day in 2001, and it is because of the man that is our President. Bill O’Reilly states these facts better than I can:

 

“Immediately after the attack on 9/11, the Muslim jihadists had a big wind at their backs. We saw TV pictures of Muslims dancing in the streets as the great Satan America was humbled by al-Qaeda. Almost instantly, the invincibility of the United States was challenged and the physical safety of Americans was at risk. It was very possible that further attacks were close.
Moving quickly, the Bush administration reorganized the FBI into a terror-fighting organization and toppled the Taliban in Afghanistan, disrupting al-Qaeda’s command and control. Those successful tactics blunted a number of active terror plots and resulted in the capture of a number of al-Qaeda big shots, all of whom broke under coerced interrogation. The information they gave up allowed the Bush administration to further damage the terrorist infrastructure.
Then came Iraq, an operation designed to cleanse the Muslim world of the huge terrorist enabler Saddam Hussein. The price of that war is still being debated, but what is not disputed by honest people is that the al-Qaeda foot soldiers that invaded Iraq hoping to defeat the U.S. military were eventually decimated. The price for America in Iraq has been enormous, but al-Qaeda has also paid big.

Today, the terror threat still exists, but it is no longer centralized and has lost most of its momentum. In short, the United States is winning the shooting war and President Bush should get credit for that.”

 

Many do not see George Bush as a defender of the innocent. Many see him as a mass murderer, an idiot, a honky-tonk Texas boy who somehow wiggled his way into the Presidency. I disagree with that assessment. His decisions have been unpopular (according to Gallup, the man leaves with a 34% approval rating). Some have been massively stupid. But there is no denying that he did what he thought was right. He acted on his convictions. We have been safe. Our children have not seen planes turned into weapons, mass terror or people jumping from skyscrapers because they would rather die like that than be incinerated.

 

Unfortunately, a big part of George Bush’s presidency is defined by death. Whether it be the death of over 3000 Americans, the deaths of our soldiers fighting for the greater good- freedom for all-, or the deaths of dictators and terrorists, there has been a lot of it in the past 8 years. But you know what? Because of George Bush’s convictions on right and wrong, I am certain that thousands of lives have been saved- lives that many don’t even define as “viable” or “worth the hassle”. I am talking about the unborn.

 

By not allowing further boundaries to come down when it comes to abortion in this country, the President has saved many lives. By recognizing that God creates all things and that we have no right to stop life before it even begins, we say no to death, selfishness, ignorance and waste. To lay down a death sentence on an innocent baby who has no voice of their own… to take away their chance to breathe the air, to see the sky, to feel another human’s touch, to taste, smell, laugh, cry, and love, well to me that is such an incredible tragedy. Even more so, the tragedy lies in the justification of those who scream and wail about Bush playing God, and yet support a woman’s “right” to do the same with her child. IT IS NOT RIGHT. IT IS MURDER. Christians especially should never ever be on the side of convenient murder. As Christians, we give up our rights as we follow Christ. As a Christian woman, I belong to Christ. I follow His guidance, I deny myself as an “American”, as my own person, and I give up my “rights”. I don’t DESERVE to live in America, but I do. I don’t DESERVE to be a woman, but I am. Just because I am an American woman and the laws of the land say I have a “right” to kill my unborn child for various reasons, DOES NOT MEAN I SHOULD. Women have come a long way in this country, and hurrah for us. But defining our freedom through the choice to murder? That is shameful, that is nothing that I want to be a part of.

 

Tomorrow we get a new president. A man who is ready to sign laws which would further lower boundaries and reasons for abortions. This “freedom to privacy” act is a joke. It would mean that any woman could get an abortion for any reason. “Depressed” because you got knocked up? Abortion. Headache? Abortion. Mistake? Abortion. Can’t afford a baby? Head on down to your local death clinic where the tax payers of America will fund the procedure of vacuuming a baby, a living being, out of your uterus and dumping it in the trash. Too far along? Well thanks to Barack Obama, late-term abortion will be an option now for many. Head on down to the murderers disguised as doctors and let them deliver your entire baby but its head, stab it in the neck and vacuum its brains out. The child’s skull can then collapse, the murderer will pull the baby out and dump it in the trash. If this isn’t infuriating you then I have no idea what would, what could. All in the name of “privacy” and “rights”. It is disgusting.

 

I pray that God opens Barack Obama’s eyes. My heart is heavy, heavy, heavy for tomorrow. I am saddened that the only thing people can see is the color of his skin. I don’t care if you are rainbow colored, if you are going to enable mass convenient murder, and of innocent children no less, I cannot and will not respect you.

 

For now I can only pray that God changes his heart. I pray he succeeds with the war on terror, because if he fails we are all screwed. I pray that Barack Obama will have compassion on ALL who cannot help themselves, not just lazy drug addicts on welfare. Have compassion on the innocent. I mourn the thousands of unborn deaths that will be a result of tomorrow.

 

God, help us.

New company policy

Notice to all employees..

As of November 5, 2008, when President Obama is officially elected into office, our company will instill a few new policies which are in keeping with his new, inspiring issues of change and fairness:

1.     All salespeople will be pooling their sales and bonuses into a common pool that will be divided equally between all of you.  This will serve to give those of you who are under-achieving a “fair shake”.

2.     All low level workers will be pooling their wages, including overtime, into a common pool, dividing it equally amongst you..  This will help those who are “too busy for overtime” to reap the rewards from those who have more spare time and can work extra hours.

3.     All top management will now be referred to as “the government.” We will not participate in this “pooling” experience because the law doesn’t apply to us.

4.     The “government” will give eloquent speeches to all employees every week, encouraging its workers to continue to work hard “for the good of all”.

5.     The employees will be thrilled with these new policies because it’s “good to spread the wealth around”.  Those of you who have underachieved will finally get an opportunity; those of you who have worked hard and had success will feel more “patriotic”.

6.  The last few people who were hired should clean out their desks.  Don’t feel bad, though, because President Obama will give you free healthcare, free handouts, free oil for heating your home, free food stamps, and he’ll let you stay in your home for as long as you want even if you can’t pay your mortgage.  If you appeal directly to our democratic congress, you might even get a free flat screen TV and a coupon for free haircuts (shouldn’t all Americans be entitled to nice looking hair?)!!!

If for any reason you are not happy with the new policies, you may want to rethink your vote on November 4th.

Redistribute the wealth!

I got this email recently and since everyone is so sensitive about me trying to “brainwash” them about the evils of Barack Obama, my blog will see a lot more forwards in the days to come:

In a local restaurant my server had on a ‘Obama 08′ neck tie. I laughed
as he had given away his political preference–just imagine the
coincidence.

When the bill came I decided not to tip the server and explained to him
that I was exploring the Obama Redistribution of Wealth Concept. He
stood there in disbelief while I told him that I was going to
redistribute his tip to someone whom I deemed more in need–the
homeless guy outside. The server angrily stormed from my sight.

I went outside, gave the homeless guy $10 and told him to thank the
server inside, as I’d decided he could use the money more. The homeless
guy was grateful.

At the end of my rather unscientific Socialistic Redistribution
experiment, I realized the homeless guy was grateful for the money he
did not earn, but the waiter was pretty angry that I gave away the
money that he did earn, even though the actual recipient needed the
money more.

I guess this Redistribution of Wealth is an easier thing to swallow in
concept than in practical application.

Cartoon… but not funny.

Fairy tale lessons…

The Emperor’s New Suit by Hans Christian Andersen (1837)

MANY, many years ago lived an emperor, who thought so much of new clothes that he spent all his money in order to obtain them; his only ambition was to be always well dressed. He did not care for his soldiers, and the theatre did not amuse him; the only thing, in fact, he thought anything of was to drive out and show a new suit of clothes. He had a coat for every hour of the day; and as one would say of a king “He is in his cabinet,” so one could say of him, “The emperor is in his dressing-room.”

The great city where he resided was very gay; every day many strangers from all parts of the globe arrived. One day two swindlers came to this city; they made people believe that they were weavers, and declared they could manufacture the finest cloth to be imagined. Their colours and patterns, they said, were not only exceptionally beautiful, but the clothes made of their material possessed the wonderful quality of being invisible to any man who was unfit for his office or unpardonably stupid.

“That must be wonderful cloth,” thought the emperor. “If I were to be dressed in a suit made of this cloth I should be able to find out which men in my empire were unfit for their places, and I could distinguish the clever from the stupid. I must have this cloth woven for me without delay.” And he gave a large sum of money to the swindlers, in advance, that they should set to work without any loss of time. They set up two looms, and pretended to be very hard at work, but they did nothing whatever on the looms. They asked for the finest silk and the most precious gold-cloth; all they got they did away with, and worked at the empty looms till late at night.

“I should very much like to know how they are getting on with the cloth,” thought the emperor. But he felt rather uneasy when he remembered that he who was not fit for his office could not see it. Personally, he was of opinion that he had nothing to fear, yet he thought it advisable to send somebody else first to see how matters stood. Everybody in the town knew what a remarkable quality the stuff possessed, and all were anxious to see how bad or stupid their neighbors were.

“I shall send my honest old minister to the weavers,” thought the emperor. “He can judge best how the stuff looks, for he is intelligent, and nobody understands his office better than he.”

The good old minister went into the room where the swindlers sat before the empty looms. “Heaven preserve us!” he thought, and opened his eyes wide, “I cannot see anything at all,” but he did not say so. Both swindlers requested him to come near, and asked him if he did not admire the exquisite pattern and the beautiful colours, pointing to the empty looms. The poor old minister tried his very best, but he could see nothing, for there was nothing to be seen. “Oh dear,” he thought, “can I be so stupid? I should never have thought so, and nobody must know it! Is it possible that I am not fit for my office? No, no, I cannot say that I was unable to see the cloth.”

“Now, have you got nothing to say?” said one of the swindlers, while he pretended to be busily weaving.

“Oh, it is very pretty, exceedingly beautiful,” replied the old minister looking through his glasses. “What a beautiful pattern, what brilliant colours! I shall tell the emperor that I like the cloth very much.”

“We are pleased to hear that,” said the two weavers, and described to him the colours and explained the curious pattern. The old minister listened attentively, that he might relate to the emperor what they said; and so he did.

Now the swindlers asked for more money, silk and gold-cloth, which they required for weaving. They kept everything for themselves, and not a thread came near the loom, but they continued, as hitherto, to work at the empty looms.

Soon afterwards the emperor sent another honest courtier to the weavers to see how they were getting on, and if the cloth was nearly finished. Like the old minister, he looked and looked but could see nothing, as there was nothing to be seen.

“Is it not a beautiful piece of cloth?” asked the two swindlers, showing and explaining the magnificent pattern, which, however, did not exist.

“I am not stupid,” said the man. “It is therefore my good appointment for which I am not fit. It is very strange, but I must not let any one know it;” and he praised the cloth, which he did not see, and expressed his joy at the beautiful colours and the fine pattern. “It is very excellent,” he said to the emperor.

Everybody in the whole town talked about the precious cloth. At last the emperor wished to see it himself, while it was still on the loom. With a number of courtiers, including the two who had already been there, he went to the two clever swindlers, who now worked as hard as they could, but without using any thread.

“Is it not magnificent?” said the two old statesmen who had been there before. “Your Majesty must admire the colours and the pattern.” And then they pointed to the empty looms, for they imagined the others could see the cloth.

“What is this?” thought the emperor, “I do not see anything at all. That is terrible! Am I stupid? Am I unfit to be emperor? That would indeed be the most dreadful thing that could happen to me.”

“Really,” he said, turning to the weavers, “your cloth has our most gracious approval;” and nodding contentedly he looked at the empty loom, for he did not like to say that he saw nothing. All his attendants, who were with him, looked and looked, and although they could not see anything more than the others, they said, like the emperor, “It is very beautiful.” And all advised him to wear the new magnificent clothes at a great procession which was soon to take place. “It is magnificent, beautiful, excellent,” one heard them say; everybody seemed to be delighted, and the emperor appointed the two swindlers “Imperial Court weavers.”

The whole night previous to the day on which the procession was to take place, the swindlers pretended to work, and burned more than sixteen candles. People should see that they were busy to finish the emperor’s new suit. They pretended to take the cloth from the loom, and worked about in the air with big scissors, and sewed with needles without thread, and said at last: “The emperor’s new suit is ready now.”

The emperor and all his barons then came to the hall; the swindlers held their arms up as if they held something in their hands and said: “These are the trousers!” “This is the coat!” and “Here is the cloak!” and so on. “They are all as light as a cobweb, and one must feel as if one had nothing at all upon the body; but that is just the beauty of them.”

“Indeed!” said all the courtiers; but they could not see anything, for there was nothing to be seen.

“Does it please your Majesty now to graciously undress,” said the swindlers, “that we may assist your Majesty in putting on the new suit before the large looking-glass?”

The emperor undressed, and the swindlers pretended to put the new suit upon him, one piece after another; and the emperor looked at himself in the glass from every side.

“How well they look! How well they fit!” said all. “What a beautiful pattern! What fine colours! That is a magnificent suit of clothes!”

The master of the ceremonies announced that the bearers of the canopy, which was to be carried in the procession, were ready.

“I am ready,” said the emperor. “Does not my suit fit me marvellously?” Then he turned once more to the looking-glass, that people should think he admired his garments.

The chamberlains, who were to carry the train, stretched their hands to the ground as if they lifted up a train, and pretended to hold something in their hands; they did not like people to know that they could not see anything.

The emperor marched in the procession under the beautiful canopy, and all who saw him in the street and out of the windows exclaimed: “Indeed, the emperor’s new suit is incomparable! What a long train he has! How well it fits him!” Nobody wished to let others know he saw nothing, for then he would have been unfit for his office or too stupid. Never emperor’s clothes were more admired.

“But he has nothing on at all,” said a little child at last. “Good heavens! listen to the voice of an innocent child,” said the father, and one whispered to the other what the child had said. “But he has nothing on at all,” cried at last the whole people. That made a deep impression upon the emperor, for it seemed to him that they were right; but he thought to himself, “Now I must bear up to the end.” And the chamberlains walked with still greater dignity, as if they carried the train which did not exist.

 

The moral that I draw from this story to avoid the blindness. It’s funny how there was nothing to be blind to- no “clothes”, only the idea that the Emperor could not be wrong, and the people were scared of looking stupid if they objected to his idea of beauty.

How many people do you know who are scared of what people will think if they dared to say they like President Bush, support the troops or oppose abortion in these times of Mr. “Si Se Puede”? Are you willing to be the voice of the child to speak out with the truth? Obama (aka the Messiah of America) has a huge following, no doubt, but as the forum at Saddleback Church showed this past weekend, for all his shiny smiles and carefully constructed words, there isn’t much substance to the man. Masses wanting change should not immediately flock to the first guy who dares them to hope for it.

Wolves in sheep’s clothing, all-knowing Emperors… anyone thinking what I’m thinking? Too good to be true!

 

Outrageous

I’m sorry, I don’t care if you think I am judgemental. I don’t see how you can be a Christian and vote for Barack Obama, a man who supports this monstrosity and be able to sleep at night. It is infuriating and abominable.

Please click here, watch, and send to everyone you know.

It’s been awhile…

Just a little update since I haven’t blogged in awhile. Florida was awesome, first of all. Daniel and Amy had a beautiful, romantic wedding and it was an honor to be a part of it. It was more of an event than just a wedding. The food was good, the families getting to know each other was good, the toasts were good and the love was apparent. Waking up at 3:30 am to shave my legs wasn’t my favorite part of the weekend, but the sunrise ceremony was, well, holy in a way. It really felt sacred. At least, until the beachcomber stopped right behind the minister to watch the wedding. I am pretty sure that a lot of the pics have a scruffy dude in his board shorts holding a metal detector in them. Ha!

Other than the wedding, things are normal. Aubrey now has 3 teeth and is very close to walking. She also has her mother’s touch of OCD, today while Ryan was in the shower she took all my shampoo and cosmetic bottles out from under my sink and lined them up, labels out in a perfectly straight line. That’s my girl!

I am feeling the frenzy as the election propaganda gets shoved down my throat every evening, and I am also feeling alone in my rejection of the savior of the world, Mr. Si Se Puede Himself, Barack Obama. But that’s another blog, one I probably won’t even write because there is no convincing his followers the evils that lie ahead for America if he becomes President. Not that I worship in the church of McCain either but one of them is going to be President, so I am throwing my full support behind the guy who says its wrong to deliver all of a baby but its head, stab it in the neck and deliver it dead (late term abortion). Sorry, don’t care much about the other promises Obama makes, if he’s down with allowing that to happen in this country, I am not down with him. Everyone has rights but fetuses in this country and it makes me sick. I didn’t care much about this issue til I had Aubrey but now its the only one that matters much. Okay fine, this will be my political blog. I was talking to a friend about this, a worshiper of His Holiness and he made the comment that you can’t tell people what to do. Which to a certain extent, I agree. This is America, the land of the free, etc etc. But when it comes to moral judgements and right and wrong, I’m sorry, but you can’t do whatever you want when what you want is MURDER. Don’t talk to me about it, talk to the Big Man Upstairs, you know, the author of the 10 Commandments? I’m pretty sure abortion pisses him straight off. It is a tragedy that this is not an issue in the church.

That leads me to an interesting question: how do Christians justify voting for someone who supports abortion? I’m not being judgemental, seriously, if you are a Christian and reading this, comment me and tell me how you justify that in your mind. I really do want to understand it because to me it seems very black and white. And please do not throw in all the “well the war is murdering people” because that is a separate issue. First off, remember Sadaam Hussein (fun little fellow, gassed about 10,000 of his own countrymen just because) and all the murder he committed? What’s he up to now? Oh yeah, that’s right, he’s out of the picture, thanks to our troops in Iraq. No one forces American men and women to join the military and put themselves in harm’s way for a cause greater than themselves. They are of age, they are adults and they make their own decisions. But a little fetus? Does he/she get to say “um, wait a minute, there are hundreds of families out there who would like to adopt me and I would prefer that you not vaccum out my brains just yet”. Its gross, crass, I know, but so is the abonimable practice of baby killing.

It’s not popular. You may not think its even right. I know lots of people in my church who just love Barack Obama and think he is a rockstar. I don’t even bring this up around them (kinda sad, really, I mean I love these people and I feel like I can’t even be real with them about this sometimes) because it makes me feel completely isolated and I know the thought “warmonger” probably runs through their minds every time I mention anything positive about Bush and Iraq. The point is, I know I am the cheese who stands alone. I’m okay with that because I feel very strongly about this.

I’m sure Barack Obama has good intentions. I’m pretty sure America isn’t going to split down the middle and the world will swallow us whole if he gets elected. I’m sure he’s not a Muslim or the Antichrist or all this other silliness going around my inbox, but I am also sure that his policies of “let’s sit down and have tea with Iran, I’m sure we can fix it all with some conversation” are going to end up with a report on CNN that has the words “nuclear bomb” in it.

Listen. America is a great place. I know, I have lived in other countries and I like this one the best. My father came here with $200, two suitcases and not knowing a word of English. He is now an American citizen, speaks English and is an accomplished businessman. This is the “American Dream” and I believe that it is only truly a dream come true when you go through the process. Having things handed to you are nice, but earning them is so much more rewarding. When we moved to Mexico, we had to go to Houston for 2 days, get fingerprinted, run through the system, have pictures taken, learn spanish and assimilate in order to live there legally. I don’t remember my parents or any other Americans living there throwing fits about the requirements (other than they were a pain and the system is corrupt) or trying to get free healthcare under the radar.

So I’m just saying, if you are going to think “Christianly” about the election (if you are a Christian I don’t see any other way to think about it), take all the issues into account, not just that Bush is fun to make fun of and McCain is old. (everyone thought Bob Dole was old when he ran years ago and he’s still around)

I’ll try to keep my rants to a minimum but hey, this is my outlet. I don’t get to talk about it much anywhere else since my best friends could care less and Aubrey just kind of stares at me. Stella gets it though. She’s quite the listener.

Obama’s dreamin’

This kid is so naive if he thinks this is going to PROTECT America.

Check it:  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dl32Y7wDVDs