Never Too Big To Fail
May 7, 2010 Political
The government and its moron minions discuss the “too big to fail” meme as if it is true. The reality is, without failure you are not living. Failure, while bad, is a part of life and is experienced by everyone. No one is too big to fail:
Imagine that…
Never surrender, never submit.
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What is the big deal?
May 18, 2009 Political
When Barama spoke at Notre Dame Sunday, he thought he and his prompter could smooth the waters of controversy regarding his horrific stance on abortion. He failed the test of sounding statesman- like, instead coming off as an ambivalent slacker determined to have it both ways.
This is becoming more of a problem for him than he would like. While most young people in the crowd and elsewhere have been obliviopus to the fact that Skinny B and his posse regularly hose them because they can, most people who truly listened to the man could see and hear that he was speaking out of both sides of his teleprompter.
This is a problem for this administration, because according to a Gallup poll, more people identify themselves with the pro- life movement than with the pro- choice.
For the first time since it began asking the question in 1995, Gallup reported Friday, a majority of adults questioned for its annual survey on values and beliefs — 51% — said that when it comes to abortion, they consider themselves “pro-life”; 42% consider themselves “pro-choice.” (The margin of sampling error is plus or minus 3 percentage points.) LA Times
My personal take on the situation is that people are beginning to shy away from the personal attacks of ridicule that those who choose life are regularly subjected to by those liberals who favor abortion on demand. Ridicule is a tricky weapon- it can backfire on you if you use it too often, or against a sympathetic figure.
Our country has always loved the underdog, and what could inspire more sympathy than a baby? How someone could favor an abortion over a live baby is beyond me- I attribute this attitude to the fact that we have become a throw- away society. Everything is temporary- homes now have a one year warranty, and it is now expected that if a home lasts twenty years, it has had a full life. Our dishes are throw- away- witness Dixie cups and plates. Our cars- they are built with a “Planned obsolescence” factor built in. No more “Classic” cars for us- they are built to last a general average of ten years, so we will buy new ones.
But babies are different- they SHOULD BE different. To choose taking a life over saving a life at that innocent age is unreasonable, when there are so many people willing and able to adopt. If the reason that you choose to abort is that of convenience- you do not wish to take the time to see this act you chose to perform seen to it’s rightful conclusion, you are a murderer. There is no difference between what you chose to do, and shooting someone who was ahead of you in the line for a burger- he was inconvenient, and was keeping you from your burger. No difference- wait, there is one- the guy in line ahead of you might have been able to defend himself, the baby never will.
All people who wish to diminish the importance of life do so by referring to the baby as a “fetus”, and yes, that is the technical name for a baby still in the womb, but what do you raging Liberals call him when you have dragged his lifeless body from the protection of his mother’s womb? Do you then call him a baby, because now that he is out from the womb, that is what he is. Oh yes, he is one other thing- he is now dead.
I understand the choices teens and others have to make. My daughter had to make the same decision years ago, and she chose life with adoption, and I have never been prouder- it was her choice, and while we did not approve of abortion, we gave her the information and she made up her own mind. This was not easy for either my wife, or me, but I know the choices my daughter faced were even more difficult for her.
Today however, a couple now has a happy, healthy, getting into everything boy that they would not have had without my daughter’s choice, and while, as I said before, I do not like Roe v. Wade, it is law- I just pray that abortion is the last choice people consider.
Our children deserve more than to be treated as if they were Dixie Cups.
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Back In The Day, Part II
May 14, 2009 Political
When I went off to college, intending to begin my life, I was glad to leave my parent’s house- who wouldn’t be, it was to be a grand adventure, I was going to conquer (metaphorically) the world, or at least learn Commercial art, and drafting. (OK, maybe a step down from the conquering thing.)
I loved to paint and create beautiful things, but two years into my education, I began to notice something- a tremor, barely noticeable at first, but one that made detail work with a pencil or brush difficult, if not impossible. I thought it was nerves, and I was right, just not quite in the way I had envisioned.
I had palsy- a minor bout, but it was exacerbated every time I tried to concentrate on what I was doing. My focusing on a specific task would cause the tremors to increase. You can imagine my frustration- at that time there were no computers, no photo shop, or adobe apps that one might use to make things easier. No, I was rather like the old scribes before printing presses were invented, and in my case, I was effectively halted in my tracks.
Oh, I went one more semester, doing progressively worse in terms of quality, and my level of frustration rose.
I even took internships at commercial art studios- well, that was a mistake – all I got out of that was an ulcer- between the all but impossible deadlines, and my palsy, I put myself in the hospital for a couple of days, intil the docs figured I had a bleeding ulcer.
The Doctor told me in no uncertain terms I would need to reduce my stress levels, so when I was released, I went back to the one thing that had paid money during my college years- carpentry.
Carpentry is a hard job- it is very physical, but requires no real detail work on little stuff, so my palsy wasn’t a problem as long as I swung a hammer, but writing my name on the back of a paycheck- well, let’s just say I wasn’t going to win any prizes for penmanship. Still, the carpentry was a good thing- oh, like all jobs, there were parts that were better than others, but I was outside, which I have always liked, I was able to build and create something that others would use and like.
Oh- don’t get me wrong- I didn’t respect carpentry at first; I resented it for the fact that this was not what I thought I would be doing for the rest of my life. I had been sidetracked, shanghaied into a career that at first, I thought was beneath me. Heck, this was what I did for summer jobs, this couldn’t be a career- I just knew I had better things to do.
Well, as it turned out, I did not- I couldn’t sit in an office and be cooped up- my irritation would grow, and I wasn’t much fun to be around. I needed the open air. In retrospect, I probably should have been a Parks & Wildlife warden or something along those lines, but just knew that I had to be outside and I had to create, so carpentry it was. I enjoyed the smell of freshly cut wood,and I loved fitting something together so well it looked like it grew that way- well, almost, anyway.
So I learned to read blueprints, and how to know more than the boss. I learned how to anticipate things, and I learned that I have a talent for knowing just how long something will take to do.
In short, I learned the most important lesson- how to be invaluable to your boss. You see, this ability makes you the last to be fired, and I wanted that. Carpentry is an uncertain life, dependent on people purchasing homes, and when there is a recession, people do not do that. That makes carpentry a job driven by the whims of the market more than almost any other career.
I learned to be flexible- if people weren’t buying homes, perhaps they needed their home remodeled, or a deck, or even repairs. I learned to do them all.
I learned, through my remodeling experience, just how older homes were made, the building techniques used, and the tools they used to do these jobs. I taught myself to replicate the older moldings and small artistic work that certain older homes had been decorated with. I have, as my palsy grew a little worse, and I developed arthritis, learned the smaller things, so I could still create- I might no longer have the strength to be able to lift a thirty foot rafter up to the roof, but I could at least create mantelpieces.
And finally, learned to make furniture. The ultimate creative effort with regards to wood and carpentry. And I am good at it- I know, because people pay me to do this- all my business is word of mouth, and while business is slack now, it will pick up. It’s all a part of the ebb and flow of markets.
Now I said that to say this- the old saying that life is what happens while you’re busy making plans is very true, but it is also true that no matter where you find yourself, no matter what you end up doing, you should take pride in it, because whether you know it or not, this is how you will be known. Everything I have done, I have done with the assurance to myself that I would not be ashamed to put my name on whatever I was working on.
It did not matter whether it was a watercolor painting, or a 17,000 square foot home- the only difference to me was one of size, not quality. And I will continue to do this, because this gives me satisfaction, and I can look myself in the mirror every night and sleep well knowing I have done my best with what I have.
In the end, that is all that counts.
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Obama Voted For This Kind Of Murder
Feb 5, 2009 Political
Barack Obama is in favor of infanticide, of this there can be no debate. He voted against the right to life for infants born alive after a botched abortion. What this means is that when an abortion fails and the child is born, it is left alone somewhere without care until it dies. I believe that life begins when blood begins to flow in the “product of conception” which is around 14 days after sperm meets egg. The Bible says that the life is in the blood and that is when the blood arrives. By the time most women find out they are pregnant, the blood has begun to flow and life has begun.
Reasonable people can debate this point of view and take positions in favor of or against abortion but no reasonable person could conclude that a baby who is born alive is not a human life. In reality a human exists in the womb long before it can survive outside the womb. We do not say a person on life support is no longer a human even though that person is unable to survive without help. Even when the embryo does not look like a person the DNA says that it is a human.
How does the culture of death embraced by the pro abortion groups play out? What happens when Obama’s infanticide position is put into practice? We found out from an incident in Florida.
An 18 year old woman decided to have an abortion and something went wrong. Her baby was born at 23 weeks while waiting for the death doctor to murder it. An unlicensed worker cut the umbilical cord of the live child and threw the baby in the trash. The decomposing corpse was found about a week later by police who were alerted about the incident. The autopsy shows the child had air in its lungs indicating it was alive when it was born. This child was murdered in a fashion supported by Barack Obama.
Only [Dr] Renelique didn’t arrive in time. According to Williams and the Florida Department of Health, she went into labor and delivered a live baby girl.
What Williams and the Health Department say happened next has shocked people on both sides of the abortion debate: One of the clinic’s owners, who has no medical license, cut the infant’s umbilical cord. Williams says the woman placed the baby in a plastic biohazard bag and threw it out.
Police recovered the decomposing remains in a cardboard box a week later after getting anonymous tips. Buffalo News
There is no way that any rational person could conclude that this child was not a human being and there is no way to deny that it was alive. This amounts to murder and the clinic should be shut down and the person who did this should be sent to prison for life for murdering this defenseless infant.
At 23 weeks it is unlikely the child would have survived but that is a decision that God and nature have to make, not some hack owner of a murder factory. Children have lived when born this early but we will never know this child would have. That chance was removed because of the same thing Obama supported when he was in the Illinois Senate.
This is disgusting and should sicken everyone who hears about it.
The sad thing is it will not.
Obama won’t be sickened. This is a guy who does not want his daughters punished with a pregnancy.
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