The Chicken Has Made It To The Other Side

A comment made on Fox yesterday that Obama only listens to himself, thus his sliding poll numbers in the face of all his legislative achievements confuses him.  Today, as he whined about the Republicans in Detroit while patting himself on the back during his Stimulus Victory Lap, he again channeled his inner brat with the 'they don't give me credit' complaint.  Crazy people are always obsessed with what "they" do or won't do as they churn hysteria.  He's listening only to himself, and accusing "them" of not letting him have his way for no good reason.  Is he crazy? 

On The View, yesterday, he was patronizing to Elizabeth, playing Barbara and counting on Joy & Whoopie to do their Chris Mathews duty and MAKE HIS PRESIDENCY SUCCESS their job!  Boy, does this little snob have ---- "IT!"

Caucus Fraud Revisit

My local county committee recently elected a collective of the most assertively ignorant males to its leadership posts. Upon arrival at the election meeting, I witnessed a gentleman, who was running for the chair, endeavoring to pass out copies of the Committee's by laws to those entering the polls. He has been extensively engaged with all the Party Events, activities and fundraisers and  knew the members through his work as Volunteer Coordinator at each of these.  A large "Progressive" Obot type was looming menacingly over him, loudly berating him for his lack of qualification for the post.  Himself "appointed" to open committee seats along with his wife, a candidate for VP. The election was conducted by several males, none of whom have actively served on the committee in recent years, who had no interest in knowing or observing the proscribed procedure for electing officers. These MALES were all positioned by the male who had forced himself into the post without a quorum, and was running again, for the chair. It struck me as improper that a candidate should also staff, direct and chair the election.  No tactful attempt on my part to call the legitimate members of the committee to action was not met by the rolling eyes of the equally inactive women there in support of the guy.  I could only marvel at the level to which I was repeatedly dismissed when pointing out to these posers that Rules of Order communicate the duty of the assembled to treat each other with courtesy, how the minority must be heard just as the majority. It was a decidedly male push advanced by the wives of equally unqualified males, all preening to become the next county commissioner. Mind you: Butler County guarantees ONE Democrat a job: the third seat on the Commission. Republicans hold ALL other posts in the courthouse.  The hackers are about to utterly destroy each other in the pursuit of this seat.  I have resolved to take a step up and away, to observe - as a Secret Service Agent - with objectivity and awareness.  I will step in only to assert the rights of the minority.  Women of the Democratic Party must go forward expecting, prepared to defense and deal STRONGLY with this junkyard dog element that has taken over the Party. It is reminiscent of my own family, so bereft of leadership, so far from the preached principles, that they fight like chickens scratching in the dirt for crumbs when so much exists beyond the dirt floor on which they foolishly clamor to "build" their political machine. No self-respecting woman would be impressed with this crew.

For myself, I am a Democrat.  I am NOT a Progressive and do not support the move by the progressive left to take over the Democratic Party from within.  

Better and Better, Praise God!

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The visitors to Mark's room are men who, like him, were once extensively injured on dirt bikes, yet lived to ride again.  Today, after 15 days in intensive care, Mark hopes to get the go-ahead to take liquids by mouth.  His delerium and agitation have dissipated but he still wants to go home.  We hope by Wednesday, he's going to move to the stepped down ICU, and his eyes are looking normal again.  With daily evaluation, we'll know better if the nerve damage to the left eye will heal. aa

Mark Gephard Augustine, KTMotorsport enthusiast

The weekly Sunday ride turned out not so rejeuvenating on June 27. Despite every bit of safety gear, 40 years of riding skill and being in the middle of nowhere without even Verizon service, two foolish kids on a quad managed to bring my husband to within an inch of his life. The collision landed him at the University of Pittsburgh Presbyterian Hospital Trauma unit where the most phenominal operation is putting him back together as his valiant heart allows. The sight of my husband, eyes swollen and bruised, a leg and arm in a cast, choking on the fluids of healing in a trache and feeding tubes is unbearable. The goal, each day, is to stay in the center emotionally, mentally, psychically... in my vortex of balance and faith in the highest energies and wisdom. The amazing teams of care providers just continuously study, adapt, listen and find a better and better way. In bed #1, he spares me the walk through the ICU past others in equally shocking conditions, yet though I may scoot through the secure doors to his side, I can see down the endless hall and understand the massive demonstration of what people working together can do to change the universe. I could just have easily been looking at a casket instead of a person plucked from the jaws of hell by faith in life.