About that Previous Post

Yeah, okay, so I lied about not posting any more rule 5 pics until next week. When you see Lucy Pinder, though, can you blame me? The other chick's not bad, either.

A Little Information Regarding Your Humble Crusader

Well, this is interesting. Ever since my pledge not to post anything political until after Christmas, I've been trying to figure out what else I can post about, only to find that I have very little other than political news and opinion to post at all. My attempts at Stacy McCain's Rule 5 provide some material, as well as eye candy for my loyal readers, but not wanting to overdue such posts, I've decided to refrain from posting another until next week, which will from then on be known as Motivation Mondays. Right Girl has taken Topless Wednesday, R.S. McCain has Rule 5 Sunday, and USA Admiral has his Friday Pin-ups, so I can't use those names without appearing unoriginal.

In fact, since I'm restricted as far as politics and don't really feel like cheapening this post with pictures of scantily clad women, maybe I should do something I don't normally do and get a little personal. After all, not many of you know a lot about me, since I haven't exactly been forthcoming, so here goes:

Being born in a small town in Nevada, I was one of those "small town" kids. Carson City, back then, was a "blink and you'll miss it" type of town, despite being the capitol of the Silver State. It still is, but it's fast becoming a "blink and you MIGHT miss it" type of town.

My childhood I won't get into too much, since it was pretty typical. I went to school, had friends, was made fun of for various stupid things, played outside, and such things. Nine years old saw me move to what I would later learn was the liberal bastion of idiocy known as California. Back at that age, however, I didn't care a whit for political parties, voting, or anything of the sort given that I couldn't vote. I've lived here ever since, now residing in Roseville and blogging about various subjects when outraged, incensed, or just plain bored.

And that's me in a nutshell. If you'd like to know more, the comment section is wide open for such questions.

Continuing to Fight the Good Fight

More Rule 5 Hotness...in a Santa Hat

Lucy Pinder is my choice for today's Rule 5 post. Enjoy, and be careful getting saliva on the keyboards, boys.

The Reason for the Season

I absolutely adore the Mormon Tabernacle Choir. As a music student myself I can appreciate the hard work that goes into singing a song as beautifully as they do. Here's the group singing "The First Noel. Enjoy.

Because I'm bored and it's a Slow Blog Day

Once again I make an attempt to abide by Stacy McCain's Rule #5. this time two photos for your viewing pleasure. One of the sizzling Gemma Atkinson (Above), and the other a wallpaper of the mouthwatering Autumn Reeser (Right).

Yeah, I know. Men are pigs, and I apparently am no exception. Then again, last I checked, looking at beautiful women isn't a crime.

My First Attempt at Rule Five

I'm not usually a practitioner of Robert Stacy McCain's Rule Number Five, but I figure what the hell? It can't hurt the traffic at the site, and who knows? Maybe it'll do for me what it's done for McCain, as well as USA Admiral and his Friday pin ups. So here goes. First on my list of Rule Five candidates, the smoldering hot bit of loveliness known as Gemma Atkinson.

In Memorium of Charles Schultz

This man will forever be missed. Another dose of holiday cheer in the form of the lovable Peanuts gang:

Be it Ever so Humble...

As long as I can remember, I've spent nearly every Christmas I've ever experienced in Nevada. My Grandparents have been hosting Christmas for my parents, my sister, and me since we were kids. A few times we've had to break tradition and stay home, but we'd always had some way of including them in the Christmas celebration. Be it through a phone call, an email, something.

That being said, my grandmother was diagnosed with late onset breast cancer a few months ago. She's going through Chemotherapy and radiation to stave it off, and it appears to be working. It helps that she's been something of a health nut all her life and regularly exercised and took care of herself, so the prognosis looks good. However, it also reminds me that she won't be around forever. As much as that pains me, I can't bring myself to look toward that bleak future where I won't have my grandmother to visit in December.

I was looking for a vid to post in conjunction with my new holiday theme when I remembered one of my favorite Christmas tunes, sung by Perry Como. I'll let the music speak for itself.

More Christmas Cheer

Per my promise made in my last post, I'm continuing to put up posts that it is my hope will help lift everyone's spirits in this tough holiday season. With the job market the way it is, we need all the help we can get. That being said, here is yet another explanation of Christmas and its true meaning, courtesy of the legendary "Dr. Seuss".

"Pooh-pooh to the Whos!" he was grinch-ish-ly humming.
"They're finding out now that no Christmas is coming!
"They're just waking up! I know just what they'll do!
"Their mouths will hang open a minute or two
"Then all the Whos down in Who-ville will all cry BOO-HOO!"
"That's a noise," grinned the Grinch,
"That I simply must hear!"
So he paused. And the Grinch put a hand to his ear.
And he did hear a sound rising over the snow.
It started in low. Then it started to grow...
But the sound wasn't sad!
Why, this sound sounded merry!
It couldn't be so!
But it WAS merry! VERY!
He stared down at Who-ville!
The Grinch popped his eyes!
Then he shook!
What he saw was a shocking surprise!
Every Who down in Who-ville, the tall and the small,
Was singing! Without any presents at all!
He HADN'T stopped Christmas from coming!
IT CAME!
Somehow or other, it came just the same!
And the Grinch, with his grinch-feet ice-cold in the snow,
Stood puzzling and puzzling: "How could it be so?
It came without ribbons! It came without tags!
"It came without packages, boxes or bags!"
And he puzzled three hours, `till his puzzler was sore.
Then the Grinch thought of something he hadn't before!
"Maybe Christmas," he thought, "doesn't come from a store.
"Maybe Christmas...perhaps...means a little bit more!"
And what happened then...?
Well...in Who-ville they say
That the Grinch's small heart
Grew three sizes that day!
And the minute his heart didn't feel quite so tight,
He whizzed with his load through the bright morning light
And he brought back the toys! And the food for the feast!
And he...
...HE HIMSELF...!
The Grinch carved the roast beast!

Oh we Need a Little Christmas, Right This Very Minute...

I will not be posting anything political over the next few weeks, only resuming my rants after the holiday season is over. Until then, I'll be spreading my own brand of Christmas cheer:

He has the Right to an Attorney

Even Santa can't escape the Injustice System, it seems. This video is courtesy of my better half:

Finally, a return Volley!

The War on Christmas sometimes seems so one-sided that you tend to want to give up hope. And then you run into something like this...

Another shot fired in the War on Christmas...

Via Moonbattery, we have yet another display of angry leftist weirdos trying to do damage to our traditions by making it unfashionable to express any display of Christmas related material. The idiots in the article claim that they want a more diverse (read, anything but Christmas) portfolio. never mind that only one person complained, and never mind that this place has been playing Christmas carols for twelve years with no complaints at all. Is it any wonder why I walk around pissed to beat the band most of the time these days?

For information on the "holiday" called Kwanzaa, click here.

How in the Hell Would YOU Know?!

I cannot and will not bother to hide my disgust for the actions of the Westboro Baptist "Church". Not only do they think they know everything God is thinking, but they've decided that picketing the funeral of a woman who died of breast cancer is now the best way to get their hate-saturated message across. I am no fan of John Edwards. What he did to his wife while he was busy playing politician absolutely disgusts me about as much as the Westboro clan does. However, his wife, Elizabeth, should not be blamed for whatever amoral actions America has taken since its founding two hundred years ago.

I don't even know why I bother wasting a blog post on these degenerates. Protesting the funerals of our brave servicemen is bad enough. Now they're going to be shouting and screaming at the top of their lungs at the funeral of a woman who as far as I know never hurt a fly. Someone on high should really teach these hate-mongering idiots a lesson in manners. Lightning bolt style. Know what I mean?

Also, how in the hell do they know that God hates soldiers and America? What kind of God do they worship? The God I believe in never hated anyone in all his infinite existence.

Another Dud From Dowd

Maureen Dowd must live in a different part of Literalville than I. I have come to this conclusion after reading her latest column in the New York Slime. Showing her chronic case of Palin Derangement Syndrome, the whole piece is nothing more than yet another waste of editorial space trying to make Palin look like nothing more than a gun-toting hick who would just as likely shoot herself in the foot as shoot the caribou she was aiming to put in the fridge for dinner that night.

To her credit, at least Dowd isn't trying to sound fair while she does this. No, rather than try to come off as a model of journalistic integrity, she lets her rage against Palin show with little more shame than a flasher in Central Park, with a few anti-Palin jabs thrown in just for good measure. Not only that, but she tries to make another central figure in her column, a caribou, seem smarter than the person whom she hates so openly.

her central beef with Palin in this instance is the fact that, on her reality show, Palin said that her father taught her that if someone wants real organic food, they'd have to go out and hunt actual animals. Dowd somehow takes this and twists it as only a liberal demagogue can, saying that Palin was actually expecting Jane Everyman of Suburbia, USA to "load up on ammo, board two different planes, camp out for two nights with a film crew and shoot a caribou so she can feed her family organic food." Now, I could be wrong, but according to the column, Palin was, A: bringing to light a certain way of life for the people of Alaska, and B: saying that the so-called "organic" food you get at the supermarket isn't really as organic as they make it sound. Nowhere in that sentence was there any mention of an ordinary mom from California having to fly to the Arctic to shoot polar bears.

After this "stunning" display of analysis by Dowd, she launches then into her usual rhetoric insulting Dick Cheney's hunting ability and Palin's intelligence in general. Apparently Dowd thought that the fish Palin caught in the last episode of the show should have been sufficient enough to where she wouldn't have to go out and shoot the caribou at all. Does she not realize that people tend to eat three meals a day, seven days a week? The freezer was most likely running low on fish so she went out and shot some caribou to fill the space. Either that or she was just looking for a little variety in her meals.

Metaphor is clearly not Dowd's strong point either, as she goes from ranting about Palin to some sort of comparison between Palin, who represents republicans, taking shots at Obama the Caribou. What?! Could it be that Dowd has become yet more incoherent than she used to be? I believe that is indeed the case.

A Day That Still Lives in Infamy

Pearl Harbor Day. The Day that Admiral Yamamoto and the Japanese naval and air forces took to the skies and to the sea and rained death upon thousands of innocent and unaware soldiers, workers, family members, and civilians. On this day, it was decided that the United States could no longer sit back idly and watch as the Axis menace continued to spread like a plague across Europe, Asia, and North Africa.

This day was the day that America unified under the Stars and Stripes and swept forward like a cleansing tide and washed away the Nazi menace with nothing but American can-do optimism, a few rifles, tanks and planes, and a tenacity that is sorely lacking in today's wartime mentality. President Roosevelt, a man I disagree with on just about anything, was at least one thing that our current president is not: A leader. Franklin Delano Roosevelt may have been a big government Progressive, but at least he didn't shy away when a threat shoved itself directly into his face.

Our current president is nothing more than a thin-skinned wannabe by comparison. Listen to some of his own speeches as compared to FDR. FDR did everything he could to make certain that the people were involved in the war effort as much as the soldiers on the front lines were. If you weren't fighting, you were growing a victory garden. If you weren't growing a victory garden, you were working in a factory. And if you weren't doing that, you were probably at least buying war bonds so that the troops could get the material they needed to fight back the Fascists.

We've been in Afghanistan for eight years now. Eight years. We beat the Nazis in half that time, but we can't seem to handle a few camel riders in caves who saber rattle more than they actually fight. Is this current strategy really the best America can do to combat the new menace that is Islamic terrorism? If our FDR wannabe would just acknowledge the real threat, it would go a long way toward finally stomping them out and bringing our boys home. But fat chance of that. That's like getting Hank Williams to admit that he was an alcoholic. Not likely to happen in the near future.

On this day, I would like to extend my thanks to the brave servicemen and women who hold the line against the invisible enemy. I would also like to apologize for the actions of those who wouldn't know gratitude if it bit them in the ass.

Semper Fi.

And now for our Daily Dose of Stupidity...

Meghan McCain. The real life "Mean Girl". Her picture should be next to the word dumb in the dictionary, as well as all of its synonyms. The woman clearly has no idea what the political climate is like right now. Her latest column is by turns gut-wrenching in its stupidity, as well as laugh-out-loud hilarious in its inane assessment of such "complicated things" as the term "blue blood". A blue blood, as anyone with a halfway-descent education can tell you, is a member of the aristocracy, or the upper class. It usually also refers to the idea that said individual and/or family lives off of perpetual wealth and has done no real work to acquire it, other than invest it wisely and collect on the returns. In the case of America, the blue bloods are the political class; such families and individuals as the McCains, the Bush family, and Mitt Romney definitely qualify as blue bloods. They are all families with money and a good deal of clout as a positive side effect of having that money and greasing the right palms.

That's not to say that I believe these families are necessarily corrupt in their dealings, but one cannot deny that their bank accounts carry a good deal of influence in certain circles. However, this idea that Meghan McCain is a blue blood because she's accomplished something is utterly ludicrous. Sure, she's had books released, and she writes for the Daily Beast (an aptly named paper for someone who writes nothing but snark), but let's be honest here: when did Meghan McCain last hold a REAL job? When did she last come home smelling like hamburger or, in the case of myself, complain about how many spiral bound notebooks she had to personally put together in an inordinately limited amount of time? Probably not for a while.

Put simply, Ms. McCain is the classic example of someone who should have a brain/mouth filter apparatus installed so that she can program her responses more carefully. For one thing, being insulted by the term blue blood without knowing what it meant (a fact she readily admits to in said column) isn't exactly something she would have advertised had she thought about what she was really saying. To my knowledge, the reason McCain has had her education and has the money she has is because of Daddy Mac, not any of her own accomplishments, which to my knowledge consist of attacking Sarah Palin and flashing her rack all over the internet via Twitter.

In fact, if I were to compare Ms. McCain to a movie character, it would have to be the character Regina George, played by Rachel McAdams in the movie Mean Girls. My fiance and I just finished watching it last night before bed, and I couldn't help but notice that between her columns, snarky comments on late night TV, and other such "intelligent" musings from the daughter of our would-be president, that she was acting very much the part of the Plastics, most obviously their queen bee, Regina George. All she needs now is some sort of Burn Book wherein she keeps all the made up secrets and lies about people who have either wronged her or been wronged by her over the years, whether the wrongs done be real or falsified.

And with that, I think I've run out of things to rant about concerning the Blond Bimbette. I apologize to any readers who feel their time was wasted by my ramblings. Guess this is what happens when you come across a slow news week.

Revenge is a Dish Best Served by the Left

Ever since I became a regular blogger, back in 2008, before the Commissar-in-chief was elected, I've been trying to figure out just what it is that motivates those on the left to spew such venom and vitriol towards those of us in the middle and on the right. Occasionally, I have these little epiphanies about certain things, leading sometimes to posts on this little wonder of political commentary that is read by a little over two dozen people (that I know of). I've even been known to try to force such epiphanies by delving into that forbidden yet strangely attractive realm of arguing with liberals about why they're wrong about well...everything.

While I was cleaning up at work (that thing liberals hate so much) just before leaving, I was listening to Sean Hannity's radio show for background noise and possible fuel for a post, when sure enough, inspiration came along. His topic, as it has been across the radio spectrum for the last few weeks, ever since the historic win by Republicans in November, was the Bush tax cuts, and whether or not they'd be allowed to sunset at the end of the year, as is the hope of damn near every Democrat in congress, and even a few outside the beltway. During his latest monologue on why they should be allowed to continue and/or be made permanent, I hit on what I now believe to be the real, or at least A real, motivation for those on the left: Revenge.

I believe that revenge is a principle motivator for the left for a variety of reasons. First, listen to all their talk about the so-called "rich". Just today, on the same radio show I mentioned above, a sound bite was played of Nancy Pelosi's vehement dislike of the idea of keeping the tax cuts in place for those making over 250,000 a year. After hearing that, I asked myself "why on Earth are the left so insanely jealous of those people with money? Why are they playing the class warfare card almost as much as they play the race card?" I came upon the answer after a few seconds of thinking about the ideals of one Karl Marx.

Marx, all throughout the Communist Manifesto, does one thing consistently: He vilifies the rich. The left, these days, and ever since the early days of Progressivism in the early 20th century, has been looking for someone to blame. They've been looking for someone, in short, to take REVENGE on for their own inability to rise above the problems that face each and every one of us. If it's not the rich, it's the insurance companies. If it's not the insurance companies, it's the banks. If it's not the banks, it's the American taxpayer.

Hillary Clinton can even be quoted saying that then-President George Bush was too concerned with his "tax cuts for the rich" than he was about getting enough swine flu vaccine to the American people. When Pelosi addressed the tax cuts a year ago, she couldn't blame Bush, since he was out of office, so she blamed the private sector instead.

The point I'm trying to make here is that the left always believes that everything is someone else's fault. doesn't sound like much of a headline for an epiphany, but hear me out. The question now becomes "WHY do these people always seek to blame someone else for problems that, often, they are the ones that they caused?"

On some level, these nimrods think they've been personally wronged. Real or imagined, it's not exactly rocket science once the pieces start to fit together. Every argument the left has is based on the fact that the rich somehow "stole" money from the poor, and are thus greedy bastards who deserve to "pay their fair share"in order to help the poor get a leg up and succeed. It's all about taking revenge on the rich for the crime of being successful.

Of course, with my luck, someone's already thought of this and I'll get no credit for coming to this incredibly intellectual conclusion.

The Constitution: Still Packing a Punch after Two Centuries

It was two hundred and thirty some years ago that the great ones we call the Founding Fathers crafted that glowing masterful expression of the American mind known as the United States Constitution. An originally four page document that was supposed to run an entire country. Granted, said country was much smaller and less populated back then than it is now, but the core principles still work, and some still believe in those principles, as evidenced by Sisterhood of the Mommy Patriots, who just gave me an incredible bit of news. The new Food Safety Bill, which according to my local newspaper had passed the Senate has been sent back to chambers on the grounds of...wait for it...UNCONSTITUTIONALITY!

That's right, boys and girls, ladies and germs. The oh-so-touted food safety bill that would have given the FDA even more power over what we can and cannot eat has been sent back to chambers where it will, as most bills do when sent that way, most likely die a horrible, yet well-deserved death in the reconvened committee. I call this a definite win for the Limited Government team. Granted it is just one bill amidst a slew of others, but still, something about seeing such tyrannical measures defeated fills me with a bit of hope, and as we all know since the election of The Anointed One, that's been in a bit of short supply.

According to sources, the bill will likely be "blue slipped" by House Ways and Means Committee Dems, who seem to be now in the midst of a power struggle with their Senate counterparts. This is, I seriously doubt, the way that Senate Majority Leader Dingy Harry Reid imagined the reception of the bill going down. If Reid is smart, he'll let the matter drop. If he's not, and I'm more and more sure by the day that he isn't, he'll bitch and moan and cry until either the bill is ramrodded through, dies, or the lame duck session ends, whichever comes first.

See the actual entry at Patriots for more on this rather uplifting outcome.

Second Verse, Different From the First

Now this is truly amazing. I occasionally wonder why I allow myself to delve into the poisonous waters of political news stories, mostly after a tough day of dealing with that plus personal issues. There has been more than one day wherein I find myself wondering what I'm doing and why, and considering also giving up all together because the fight seems hopeless. And then, I see something like this:




Let's teach our kids that second verse, shall we? At the very least it'll make liberal heads explode!