Everybody's Clamoring For Spoils

When my children were 4 and 5 years old, after having taught them to share and play nice, I nudged them to get out there and get their share of the candy being thrown from the floats in the parade. Nothing scalds a Mom worse than to see her babies crying that they were elbowed out of something being given away to everybody by bigger boys who weren't supposed to even be there.

Philadelphia is hosting the O Bomb - I can no longer bring myself to refer to him as the President, because I am convinced that the real Power has left the Oval and is now firmly held in the lamps of those in search of an honest Man or Woman. I've arrived, in need of a plateau upon which to array my lessons and sort out the keepers, to Fox News. After hearing O'Reilley's

Bold Fresh Piece of Humanity                       

on audiobook, and processing the appearances of PUMA Protesters on the only network that would even cover them, I find solace and comfort in the gravel-voiced Neil Cavuto. He's showing the rally crowd building for a Presidential visit and looking at Barney Frank's race in Boston. The finance guys, Cavuto, Forbes, Varney, even MSNBC's Ratigan, have questioned why Frank isn't in jail, yet NOTHING IS HAPPENING TO FREDDY & FANNIE! Dodd's gone; why should Frank skate? The hard-line insiders insist they'll hold their seats, but the People say otherwise. We'll see.

When I get emails from Women In Communication complaining that not enough women have anchor jobs, then they switch it to "Women of Color" needing more opportunity, I just turn to Fox where I can see, hear and agree or disagree with women as anchors, commenters, contributors ALL DAY AND NIGHT! What are they talking about? Sure, the only women on MSNBC are Andrea (Mrs. Greenspan/Insider Gossip Girl) and Rachael Maddow (who must always pay homage to Getting Old,Man)and Obama's BJ, Mika. But that's YOUR loss for staying tuned to those misogynists.

Here's what's happening:  Admittedly, the Fox News Network was a Bush Water Boy, a Cheyney / Rove Mouthpiece, but they're gone.   As the Fox Journalism Professionals discover reasonable people (who happen to be registered Democrats) are watching, hopeful of hearing both sides of the story, they're actually rising to the occasion.

Not perfectly, to be sure: Hannity still thinks the Republicans are 'winning' with no comprehension of the reality that it's the Democrats being rejected by Women who are "kissing frogs" to make their 'males' jealous.
The question is this: do Democrats recover their upbringing and return to being gentlemen? Or do they continue to devolve into combatants for the spoils?

I'm reminded of the time I went to the ZZ Top concert in Atlanta, where I stood online - not moving - while the bartenders were working furiouisly... turned out the Texan's groupies were standing at the service entrance passing drinks to their bud's in the stands while paying customers in front of the counters were neglected. "WTF?" somebody finally wised up and demanded. And the graft-collecting ARA Concession Employees went back to waiting on patrons instead of shoveling it out the back door to the tippers.

Happy "All Hallows Eve, All Saints & All Souls!

Ave Maria! He's actually interviewing Rob Blogojevich about the loss Dems face on Tuesday. Rob's talking like a 'sitting governor' which makes me wonder why Axlerod & Valerie Jarrett would overturn a perfectly valid election to tamper with the Senate Seating Chart? Each time Dana Perino participates in reviews of the Obama Administration, I am impressed by her pragmatism and enlightened when she reveals notes from her years at Glibb's podium.

As Hillary is given her "marching orders" to betray the children of Chad, the Democratic Republic of the Congo, Sudan and Yemen by making them fodder and gotcha bombs for American G.I.s, we can only expect her and Bill to pull over and get off the Bus. The Heads of State upon whom Secretary Clinton has been calling for two years have said their piece. Nothing about Mr. O comes even close to what they can get via working with the Clintons. Who doesn't see this Family Fued coming together? Nothing happens until after November 1. Then, the switch is flipped and what was shifts. Lots of fur's about to fly. Gee, Santa, I hope that wished-for Chinchilla jacket's in the wind. Until then, instead of being on pins and needles, we have Comedy Central's live broadcast, Saturday, of the Rally to Restore Sanity,

and Football Night In America brings us the Steelers & the Saints. What a great atmosphere in which to tip a few beers and be silly! Tuesday will get here soon enough. Trick or Treat first, All "Hallows" next, then the "I can see you from my HOUSE - All Souls & The Polls."

Pitching Woo to YOU!

As the 2008 Primary wound through May and June, states like Kentucky and West Virginia went big for Hillary, but in the West, Oregon and Washington - of vastly lower population - were represented by media as balancers for the delegates they sent to Denver.  http://www.electoral-vote.com/ reveals the level of support Bill Clinton must give to Democrats seeking re-election, as though the Big Dawg carried the sense of the blue dogs all but lost on the CIC.  Citing his loyalty to supporters of his wife, the map tags a state like Oregon as "Strong" Democrat and Washington as "Barely" so.  His ego craving affirmation, the dem's Number THREE campaigner takes his show to the back yard of prominent North-westerners for a sermon to the wimminz (homage to uppitywoman08) about how much he's come to value them since the days of 99 problems...

Seattle and more personally, Forks, provided needed relief from the traumatic experience of May 31, 2008 for me.  My kids had moved on from the utterly magic Harry Potter books to the equally imaginative Twilight novels set in the rainiest part of the country.  For the cloud cover provided, the Cullens could come and go during daylight hours without disclosing their vampire secret.  Here, the Predator in Chief hopes to "reassure" the voting block he covets, that it is for THEIR interests that he is campaigning.  Face it: the blood of the Congressional Majority has been drained and their trusting hearts stomped.  No fresh meat in his D.C. or Chicago hunting grounds, the Chief heads back to the children, to the "Future."  Frank Lutz always positions a well-dressed, highly made-up black woman in the front row of his focus group presentations for Fox.  Any effort to get a feel for how the WOMEN view the Democrats in the upcoming election polls are routinely eclipsed by the DADT crowd-em-out buzzards doing what they do: hijacking the conversation for their obsession-driven agenda.  Little do the Democrats understand that it is these selfish, line-jumping, over-amplified voices who have soured the electorate on "the One."  The HOPE for which they voted has been repeatedly trumped by the Women of Color and the Same Sex Sillies, kicked over by the Abortion fanatics.  To the largest voting block:  White, Middle-Aged, under-employed women, none of these issues matter.  The very thing that made us 'vulnerable' to the fly swatting "It" One is the same thing that nullifies his appeal today.  We're menopausal.  We worked, fought, joined, paid dues, volunteered, ... we did it all!  And we watched while the 40 Somethings we helped elect, Women like Claire McCaskill, stiffed us with a HOPE Chain that "changed the game" on us just as we were about to cross the threshold into the national election for the Oval Office.  What we thought was the negotiating table became a poker table with wild cards introduced to throw the girls off THEIR game.  I learned something observing my sisters' reaction.  I already KNEW that this moment demanded - NOT a reaction, but a RESPONSE.  Women turned into yammering sixth graders, crying "No Fair!"and now talk themselves through the pain with resolve and lessons learned, taken to heart.

Life has taught me that what you can achieve, ultimately, comes down to what you believe.  I discovered Fox News when Neil Cavuto interviewed "Just Say No Deal" spokeswomen.  The same tactic used by the Clinton-bashing press corpse - drowning out the balancing views - has become the feminist tactic.  Like the "flying wedge" football formation, these females of the feminist persuasion have surrounded and now run interference for "their guy" about whom they have REFUSED to hear a word of criticism. For me, it's too late to give a flying f.  The damage is done.  The same mentality that separates a "nice home" from a party house is about to level the First Lady and her screw-the-boss-to-get-ahead pawn.   Chicago HOPE was a hospital depicted on network TV as an operation challenged with balancing the objectives of the Wealthy Medical Establishment with the Mission of the Institution.  Paid hundreds of thousands of dollars serving University of Chicago Hospital concerns, Mrs. Obama sat silent, nonetheless, as HER pastor, Reverend Wright, fed the liberation theology class a line of bogusnesssquess about how black women are underpaid.  Michelle's late father, Frasier Robinson, pumped City Water, Captained a Democratic precinct but died following kidney surgery . Grandma Marian, who worked back office at Spiegel's, was real Chicago: mail order sweat shopper, not hooty-tootie Princeton - the kids' school.  When the party bosses of Chicago asked Barak Obama, "Who sent you?" he probably didn't understand that he'd been sent by the inner city Wise Guyz with the proverbial chip... Princeton, Harvard, Columbia... you guys build a corral into which we herd, protect and embellish the creds of your servants.  Precinct Bosses: you guys provide the presentables.   Keep them covered and hold the dirt lest we need to control them.

I look around and recognize how little my heritage seemed to give me.  As I work, fail and pursue happiness, however, I come to understand the gift MY Grandmother gave me:  Business Woman, deli, bakery, "crocheterie" and blue rinse with a tear for choices left wanting when musts demanded.  Speaking Italian, expecting a daily visit from my Dad, who complied much to my mother's Irish displeasure, and weeping as Connie sang "Mama" from her Sylvania Blue Tube TV.http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9n9XAjVmY60  it occurs to me that Grandma Robinson is there for the girls, praying heartfelt, for the souls challenged by the reality of now.  To protect your children, be strong.  Forgive those Moms who lapsed just long enough to force themselves to make an impossible choice.  In the end, what you leave your children is the image of yourself standing up to all of it, for them.  Keep your head down.  Keep at it.  Find it in the work.  When you're done, she'll be there to gather you in her arms, to protect you from all the threats of the world that is but a screen upon which your competition projects fear.  In your Mothers' Arms, the illusion of threat is dispelled and you do what you must do. 

"We Saw Nothing Wrong With The Bill; It Passed Without Objection"

Citizens Bank (now owned by a flush bunch of thieves in Rhode Island) proved to me that if you give banks access to your money, they WILL take it.  Not unlike the crude grab of electricity customers' resources in California that propped up ENRON beyond its usefulness, these same perps now trade and manage branches of heretofore community banks employing the same foolish young men who will coldly take your money and feel no obligation to earn it, account for it or understand it.  Fees.  Period.  "Egg Management Fee" said the creep to the little kid who asked, "What does that even mean?"   Pocket the egg, chuck the kid under the chin and rip a noise that sounds like QuickBooks deleting an asset.

"So far, banks are claiming that the many forged documents uncovered by courts and attorneys represent a simple 'technical problem' with foreclosure processes," he wrote. "This is not true. What is happening is fraud to cover up fraud." 

'Technical Problem' like the egg management fee, is a euphemism to amuse, cheer and support those engaged in the dishonorable greed that has consumed the banking industry.  The Bush Stimulus extended a bail-out with no strings attached.  The Obama Stimulus permitted the agents of Wall Street to cash in obscene bonuses for work of such egregious question that it should have driven them to jump from their towers. Congress has handed the crooks the keys to the vault.  The time has come for all angry unemployed Americans to do some research, to ride herd on EVERY VOTE out of the 111th.   Fired, liberated, given freedom from the dehumanizing JOB, the "jobless" have a choice in the manner by which they will become "self employed." Napoleon Hill - chapter 6 - assures us:  there are fortunes to be made in times of the most dire.

The Bank employees, enraptured by their own success at cheating seemingly smart people, escalate the boldness of their crimes.  Not unlike domestic violence, they revel in the cycle of abuse, incapable of controlling themselves, incapable of restraint.... getting off on how stupid are people who trust them with their money!  What School of Economics delivered these monsters?  Bottom feeders and day traders have amassed so much "activity" that the people who are supposed to wisely process the documentation, those capable of actually doing the work, are on the unemployment lines.  Anybody still employed in the banking industry surely had to have demonstrated, conclusively, during the hiring process, via psychological profile now routinely required by HR, that that they would take any payoff and approve fraud. Their Trust-Violating asses covered by Anonymous Imprimatur, they drive their BMWs to their upscale summer homes, praising the programming that is bombing the system.  Yeah; local courts would be required to accept ELECTRONIC NOTARIZATION from across state lines. Its sponsors said it was intended to promote interstate commerce.   How many of you have worked at a failing company where the I.T. goons actually commend themselves for all they get away with as the result of their elders' ignorance of the electronic underworld?   They continue to push the envelope with the rationalization that if "they're stupid enough to let me get away with THAT, I owe it to them to cheat them blind.  Trust but verify.

These are GUYS!   The same liars, predators, greed-driven Terminator Avatars focused on soul-less self-preservation,  or more accurately, self-aggrandizement.   They compensate for their little dicks by flaunting ill-gotten status to seduce women who will, likewise, marry them in this devious scam.  Materialist female "characters" who killed J.R. 2.0.  The entire Financial Sector of the staff probably doses on Viagara to get through the day, needing an erection to even field a phone call from an unsuspecting client.

From that insider who talked about Obama "losing it" and becoming bored with the job of the Presidency, yet loves the campaign....

But would another four years of an Obama presidency be the best thing for  America ?
A: (Long pause) Now that is a much more interesting question right there, and a question I think more and more Democrat Party insiders are asking themselves these days, myself included. I am going to come right out and say it – No. Obama is not up to the job of being president. He simply doesn’t seem to care about the work involved. You want to know what? Obama is lazy. He really is. And it is getting worse and worse. Would another four years of Obama be the best thing for  America ? No it would not. What this country needs is a president who is focused on the job more than on themselves. Obama is not that individual. I actually hope he doesn’t run again. Looking back, as much fun as the campaign in 2008 was, Hillary Clinton should have been the nominee. Hillary was ready to be president. Obama was not ready. He had never lost a campaign. Everything was handed to him. He doesn’t really understand the idea of work – real, hard, get your heart and soul into it work. And frankly, that is very disappointing to a whole lot of us.

To that insider:  Well, Duhhhhh! (bya)  We told you that for months.  Patriots of the Tea Party have the sanity; you troglodytes need your heads flushed... too much fun has its consequences.  You idiots sold your country down the river and tortured all of us with your Obotomized incompetence.  Here's hoping you ALL get yours.  He brags he sucks less than Bush, but by comparison is every bit as hate-able.  While a Jay-zee song is on.

Jimmy Carter Outs (almost) His OWN Witchcraft Roots

The Presidential Election of 1976 - the year I graduated from college and went to work in New Jersey, was a time, as "Jimmy" correctly recalls, without the rancor and acrimony now prevalent in the political culture.  He doesn't note, however, that in those days, venerable newspapers like the Washington Post had just asserted the Fourth Estate in their Constitutionally prescribed duty to serve the Electorate with the truth.  Facing Nixon, two reporters and Ben Bradlee provided the US Senate with grounds and public support to impeach.  More riveting TV could not be had.  Summer days glued to the tube led us through the delicate balance between what The People can do with the Ethical Government of, by and for themselves vs. what the people with money can do with more of same.   We also observed the beautiful Maureen Dean, seated behind her man, John, on camera throughout the testimony revealing the "Cancer" on the Presidency.  Stylish and smart, dressed by a professional, Mo inspired Young Women to step out in faith that a balance also existed between silk and steel.

Any who ask why the wives of powerful men foolishly occupy the platform upon which the disgraced resignee acknowledges and apologizes for misdeeds need only view the images of the wife of John Dean, whose testimony spanned the better part of a week on live daytime television.  Soap Opera paled in comparison to the sight of this utter star, of chic blond chignon, masterfully accessorized and utterly confidant, seated directly over the shoulder of the witness.  Each evening network news broadcast beamed the beauty to those whose employment intruded on their open mouthed gaping as we felt the scorpion sting after sting of Dean's revelations capped with the bomb dropped by Alexander Butterfield, of the White House Tapes.  I suspect that the resignation of George Stephanopoulos from the Clinton White House was inspired by John Dean.

Ignorance of the infamous 18 minute gap in the Nixon Tapes meets the manipulation of Bubba's Personal Secretary, Betty Currie, who chose to be loyal to her boss, to endure awkward moments as a conduit for the young, rich and dangerous Monica Lewinsky.  

"Mo, A Woman's View of Watergate" served up the education that awaits any female endeavoring to enter, professionally, the career realm considered man's unchallenged right.  Like Alice in Wonderland, the gal is simultaneously courted and molested, admired for her sweetness as she's driven to cold, soul-less survival behavior.  Any woman who 'makes it' to the top of this ladder preserves the "Precious" troll ring in the Inferi-infested black moat pool that surrounds her throne of stone.

Jimmy and Rosalyn both wrote about their naivete on the road to the White House.  On the heels of the secured-up-the-wazoo "Imperial Presidency," the Carters, on Inauguration Day, clasped hands and emerged like butterflies from the cocoon that was the Presidential Limousine's dark interior to the sunlight of a January day, defying Secret Service warnings and actually walking the final block to 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue whereupon they proceeded to be "just folks."  The Obama's 2009 reenactment took NONE of the courage, faith and determination to mirror ordinary Americans that the Carters showed.  My own years in Atlanta, to observe for myself, the "Legacy of the Presidency" that followed Carter and Young home, taught me far more about Witchcraft than I'll ever learn about Politics and Men.  Dinner at the "Waxing Moon" served by practitioners of The Craft, crystals, cards and workbooks sold at The Sphinx Metaphysical Book Store in Ansley Mall and chants from Cajuns in Mid Town advised me of "New Bananas" and rich people all doing drugs who put others under microscopic scrutiny to throw the attention away from themselves.  Deborah Norville's cocaine snorting, TV salary-bloated boyfriend was publicly dumped by her own career preserving survival instincts.  

Please know this:  just as the Catholics of Haiti incorporate VooDoo into their religious adaptation, the Wicca'd Southerners embraced Evangelical Christianity with distinct hold-overs of a Stone Mountain Spiritual Repository.  Christine O'Donnel is in good company among winners who admit they could only have been elected because We The People were tired of guessing whom we could trust.  With these "throw the bums out" elections we say: "We Trust Ourselves." Mama done tol' me, "A Girl's gotta do what she's gotta do." and getting through the gamut of men with one hand in your wallet and the other up your skirt is a simple skate once you learn that men LOVE getting their ass kicked by a confidant woman.  "Bitch!"  just like the exclamation, "Witch!" is a cheer of respect, admiration and admission of defeat.  Long to hear it, dance to it and make it 'your song.'  Keep that Ziegfeld Show of PINK ELLE phants parading through the steps to the top.

Governing Goldilocks

The "Game Change" Guys made the only intelligent suggestion to which I have privy on this morning's MoJo:  As the Obama White House considers replacements for Raum Emmanuel, the interim Chief of Staff is his former Senate CoS, Peter Rouse.  Described by UK's Guardian as; "...a cat-loving bachelor known for his aversion to the limelight together with his consummate skills as a problem solver..." Rouse is a trusted "insider" who likely won't ever nudge the O out of his comfort zone.  The suggestion from John Heilemann, as Joe Sco pandered for ideas on who the end game should uncover was  our own Eddie G.  Fast Eddie and retiring Governor of the Keystone Commonwealth, Pennsylvania, was a Bingo.  From the moment Hillary Clinton stepped foot on the stage at Soldiers & Sailors Hall on the University of Pittsburgh campus, the guy who made the DNC what it should have been took his fledgling political athlete into mentor-ship and fashioned the candidate who made the six weeks leading to the Pennsylvania Primary,  "Iowa On Steroids."  While all the failing daily newspapers (except Dick Scaiffe at the Trib) took O's money and backed the guy, Hillary's Friends in Pennsylvania came out full force.  Under Rendell's guidance, she was shaken and redirected to understand the value of connecting with each and every voter.  Here she reminisced about family vacations to her dad's hometown, Scranton and raised a beer in a tavern with the guys who noted her "gonads."  Even now, the Congressional Districts who didn't like Obama in the Primary also didn't like him in the General and went McCain except for the inner cities of Philly, the Burgh and Center County where Penn State Students delivered the Blue.  What Rendell has learned in his lame duck session, is that the people of Pennsylvania trust their women to run things.  From coal miners to steel workers, the people bring home the paychecks to the 'Boss' who keeps all but the beer money and knows intuitively how to best spend, save and invest it.  His reassurance glowed through HRC and his understanding of fund-raising made the value of Hillary's support solid in the face of a finger-snapping hot shot who outspent her almost $4.00 to $1.00.  His bowling skills were exposed and his contempt for gun ownership by sportsmen was dissed while he argued that his hoods would "bring a gun to a knife fight."  Not cool in  Deer Hunter towns...As for me, the discovery of "Goldilocks" a planet that could support life as we sorta know it tells me my next job:  being Governor there by the time I am ready to "retire" will be the mission.  All Aboard!