Daily Archives: September 22, 2013

Got hate?

Saturday, Sept 21, 2013: Hater of the Day

Democrat activist Allan Brauer

2013_09 21a Allan Brauer's got hate

2013_09 21b Tweeters take down Potty Mouth Democrat

2013_09 21b Allan Brauer

2013_09 21d Potty Mouth continues

Sunday, Sept 22, 2013: Hater of the Day
Democrat activist Stephanie Handler

2013_09 22 Handler's got hate



Filed under Democrats, Obamacare, Ted Cruz

So maybe BHO had a nervous breakdown

September 20, 2013: According to the National Report, two reliable confidential informants inside the White House have reported that Obama suffered a mental breakdown and is presently resting and under a doctors care. From the report:

  • This afternoon the National Report received three calls on our nationwide hot tip line (206) 222-1975. Two of the three callers are insiders known to the National Report to be reliable confidential informants. Both confirmed this week has been a political disaster for the president and this has taken a tremendous toll on him.
  • Earlier this week Russian President Vladimir Putin derailed the president’s plan to bomb Syria and bury the U.S. in another war, causing Obama a great deal of shame and public embarrassment.
  • Before Putin resolved the Syrian crisis, he granted political asylum to Edward Snowden, the man who exposed that the NSA is secretly spying on all US citizens with Obama’s approval.

I can believe Obama’s had a nervous breakdown. His thin skin, bad temper and atrocious leadership virtually guaranteed he would at some point or other.

But I am skeptical of this particular source for two reasons:

One, the author got something totally wrong that is very easy to check: “Today’s Gallup poll results have Obama’s approval rating dropped to the lowest in presidential history.”

Obama’s lowest approval at GALLUP was 40% in August 2011. His lowest this month was 44%. The four lowest presidential lows since GALLUP has been tracking this statistic have been GWH Bush 32%, GW Bush 31%, Nixon 25%, Truman 22%.

Two, the ads on the sidebar are of the “I was kidnapped by aliens and gave birth to Satan’s spawn” variety.

Not that absurd grocery store check out tabloids don’t get some stuff right. I think it was The Globe that reported, correctly, that John Edwards had a baby with his mistress while his wife was dying of cancer.

But it puts such a bad taste in my mouth to trust any blog that posts what’s in the sidebar next to the Obama breakdown story: “Twins separated at birth marry and give birth to grotesque incest child.”

Um, hate to break it to ya, but conjoined twins are always IDENTICAL twins. As in two boys or two girls. As in they can’t have a baby together. Sheesh. And the photo looks like something Picasso dreamed up while on LSD, which is worse than getting the Oompa Loompa song stuck in my head.

I need eye bleach.


September 20, 2013: Meltdown in Washington By Nigel J. Covington III, Editor-in-Chief, National Report


GALLUP’s presidential approval history is at



Filed under Barack Obama, NSA, Polls, Syria, Vladimir Putin

A true tale of coffee and redemption

She Yelled And Called Me Names by Susan Basham


Pulling my car into the drive-thru line at Starbucks, I wondered why it was a dozen people deep. It wasn’t raining, yet it seemed everyone was driving through today. I was transporting three dogs to the groomer, and there was no way I could leave two wild Shih-tzus and one crazy Bichon alone while I went inside for my daily dose.

Millie, the Bichon, sat on my lap licking the window.

As I peeled her away from the glass, I saw the woman.

She sat across the parking lot, leaving just enough room for a thoroughfare, as she too was waiting in the Starbucks line. I smiled, and gestured to her. It went something like this: “Are you next, or am I?” Really, I was fine either way.

She was not.

Thinking I was trying to snag her spot of next up, she gunned her Suburban, rolled down the window, and let out a string of expletives that made me blush. Millie barked back a retort.

“Go ahead, please,” I said. “I wasn’t sure who was first.” I pulled Millie back onto my lap, so she could see I had been dog-distracted and truly didn’t know who was next.

She didn’t buy it. She continued with the name calling without taking a breath. I won’t write them down here, but the main mantra shared initials with the number one social networking site.

Then something really strange happened.

Instead of getting mad or yelling back at her, a sense of empathy invaded me. I looked at her again, and this time I saw someone different, someone who wrenched my heart. Her eyes were red and puffy. Her hair was pulled back in a natty ponytail. She held her phone in her palm, glancing down at it every few seconds. And she was driving that big ole’ gas hog of a Suburban, my own car of choice when I had three kids at home and a carpool.

Dear God. I was looking at myself ten years ago. Same car, same ponytail. Same frustration.

We’ve all been there. Dog vomits on the sofa. Both kids have strep throat. The garbage disposal chooses today to break, when you are trying to disintegrate moldy fridge leftovers. Husband is mad because you forgot to pick up the dry cleaning and he’s going on a business trip. Sound familiar?

And by the way, was that him she had been talking to or texting?

She gunned forward, just to show me that she could.

I left her a wide berth, smiled at her splotchy face. She shot me a sideways scowl, mouthed the mantra again.

Pulling up to the loudspeaker behind her, I said “I want to pay for whatever the woman in front of me has ordered. And please tell her I hope she has a better day.” I meant every word.

The woman idled in front of me for a good four minutes, talking to the barista who had leaned out the window. She shook her head and handed over a bill. She drove around the side of the building slowly, this time no gunning. Hmmm.

“No takers, huh?” I said to the barista as I pulled forward.

“Nope. She said she couldn’t believe you wanted to pay for her drink after all the names she called you. She said she couldn’t allow it, and said to tell you she was sorry. She felt really bad.”

“Did you tell her I hoped she had a better day?”

“Yep. She said thanks— that she already was.”

“Good to hear.” I smiled and handed her a dollar to put in the tip jar.

As I drove away, I began to cry. Not because I had been called so many terrible names, but because God had answered my very recent prayer—which was that He would allow me to see people as He sees them, not as I see them.

That I might be able to see the hurting inside, instead of just the hurtful outside. And maybe a few tears were of gratitude and amazement that He always shows up with an answer when I sincerely ask.

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Filed under Christianity

Blame It On Bush by The Voters – Excellent Music Video!

I’m not usually a big fan of music videos, but this one is excellent. A lot of times, I’ll let something like this run in the background while I continue surfing the net. But this one I ended up really watching, because the graphics were so well done.

Liberals may control the media but we are taking BACK THE MUSIC!! http://www.thevotersmusic.com

H/t GP


Filed under Loose Pollen

Mascot Update

2013_09 21 Mornings are hell

2013_09 21 Princess in Training

2013_09 21 Cookies


Filed under Little Sprouts