...AND JUSTICE FOR SOME


One of the less exciting but probably most important issues facing America today is the nomination of Supreme Court Justices by our President. Let's face it, a majority of the present day Supreme Court has one foot in the grave and the other on a banana peal (as my Grandfather used to say).
Obama's pick of Sotomayor for Supreme Court Justice is very telling. Not for the reasons most bloggers are talking about today, (mainly her liberal leaning record) but for Obama's criteria for nominating her. Empathy. How can you be impartial if you're empathetic? There is a reason that statues of "Lady Justice" are always depicted with her wearing a blindfold. There is reason for the slogan "Justice is blind". When you wear a black robe and hold the fate of some one's or even an entire nation's future in your hands, you are duty bound and constitutionally required to NOT be "empathetic".
Realizing that five minutes had gone by without holding a press conference, Senator Charles Schumer ran over his grandmother and pushed a pregnant woman out of the way in order to get his mug in front of camera to support Obama's nomination. For my liberal readers, that was a joke. Schumer's criteria for Supreme Court Justice was stated by the horses mouth as follows;

"Judge Sotomayor meets three very important standards in filling this Supreme Court vacancy—excellence, moderation and diversity".

Excellence? Isn't that a matter of opinion Chuck?

Moderation? Is that in the constitution? Can you "moderate" law, or case precedent?

Diversity? Is that in the constitution? Does Sotomayor's judicial "excellence" reside in the color of her skin? The color of her hair? The color of her eyes? The particular type of genitalia she happens to have? Or are we celebrating diversity of thought? Like when the you applaud the diverse opinions of all Americans...as long as they're liberal. Right Chuck? Get it? "Right"?

Consider this. You get on a commercial jet airliner and they're expecting some bad weather during your flight. You are informed that your pilot was hired because of the color of her skin and the fact that she is a female. She was also given consideration because of her "empathy" for people who refuse to fly. You ask the flight attendant if the pilot actually knows how to fly a plane and she goes into a long flowery speech about the pilot's "compelling life story". You insist that she tell you the pilot's qualifications and are immediately called a "racist" and escorted off the jet way. Two hours later, the plane crashes into the sea.

A President with actual experience (or one that doesn't hate America), realizes that the nominee's knowlege of and adherance to the constitution is really the only criteria he needs to be concerened about.

MY CUP RUNNETH OVER

When I started this blog, it was more or less an experiment that my wife suggested I try. I had just published a book and was in need of an outlet for my newly acquired interest in writing. You see, I assumed that after I wrote the book, I would no longer have an interest in writing. I was wrong. In fact, I found that my writing no longer consisted of just one project that I was hoping to complete for the sake of being able to say that I've published a book for my children to read someday. Now, I was writing for me, for my own enjoyment and hopefully for my readers as well.
In the early days of this blog, I had very little trouble deciding what to write about. Election season was just getting fired up, and I found it pretty easy to ride the wave of whatever topic was making the headlines on any given week, and throw in a few of my personal favorites to keep my blog from looking like all the others. I never wanted people to assume that they would know what I'm going to be writing about from day to day. I like to keep them guessing.

But now, I have run into an unexpected problem. While most writers wrestle with traditional "writer's block", not having anything to write about, or not knowing what direction to take the story. I think I've found a new "block" that seems to be equally frustrating. My brand of writer's block is having too much to write about, and not enough hours in the day to put it all down.
As I did my objective best to watch President Obama's speech today regarding the closing of Gitmo and the use of water boarding, I realized that I could write for days on end about the past few months alone and still not scratch the surface of this man's naivety and incompetence. In my wildest dreams, I could never have foreseen a United States President being so wrong on so many issues that I wouldn't know where to start in writing about them. He has successfully created a creative log jam in my head.
Just this week, I have articles stored in my head about abortion vs Notre Dame, Joe Biden's attempt to break the all time "foot in mouth" world record, Dick Cheney being the most mis-represented man in history, Nancy "I shouldn't have slept through the briefings" Pelosi, the coming shortage of Doctors in the new era of socialized health care, the new Dems and gun control...and that's just this week alone.
I feel like Lucy Ricardo in the candy factory. For me to do any justice to the topics I want to write about, I am going to have to hire a staff of writers, ignore my wife and children, or write another book. The first two options are probably not the way to go. Writing another book seems to be the most reasonable choice. So many of today's issues can not be covered properly in rapid-fire blog form, and I have too much to say and I am way too opinionated to be satisfied with writing a few paragraphs about the destruction of my country.

TORTURE

Ever since the infamous pictures of the "atrocities" being perpetrated against those poor innocent farmers held at the Abu Graib holding facility in Iraq, the topic of torture has been a favorite of lefty bloggers and talking heads.

The Abu Graib scandal broke smack dab in the middle of the writing of my first book a few years ago. Knowing I was going to include a few words about the incident, I had to do some research on the topic. I searched the Internet and scoured the magazines and newspapers in search of these pictures I had been hearing so much about that were supposed to include barbaric acts of torture, I kept running across the same photos of naked terrorists and laughing Army soldiers.
I kept waiting to see pictures of red hot pokers being applied to exposed genitals, toes being smashed with hammers, or brass knuckles being used to beat suspected terrorists into submission. But these photos never surfaced. Just more pictures of terrorists being humiliated by female soldiers or intimidated by barking dogs. This is what all the hysteria was about?

My first reaction was to question the mildness of the tactics being applied at Abu Graib, then I remembered who we're dealing with. This particular enemy is trained to endure typical acts of physical violence. So when you pull out the Karate chops, they are not impressed. If you want to get intel from a radical Islamic terrorist, you need to wound his pride. That means utilizing the ultimate acts of shame and degradation as taught in their own culture...ridicule by a woman. Bamboo chutes under the finger nails may or may not get you what you need to know, but threaten to send pictures of non-burka covered Western women pointing and laughing at his "junk" to all his friends and family, and your captured terrorist will probably tell you the pin number to Bin Laden's bank account.

Flash forward to present day. The libs have gotten their collective panties in a wad over "water boarding". A field tested and result driven practice that involves making a terrorist believe that he's going to drown by dunking him upside down under water. Not actually drown, but make him think he's drowning. Of course on top of that, there is the ultimate acts of barbarity, loud rap music and/or turning the AC up or down too far for comfort.

For those of you libs out there who haven't quite figured out the difference between torture and what we actually do to terrorists, I have devised a little exercise that should help clear it all up for you.
The next time you hear of a tactic used by our military to get life saving intelligence from an enemy who's peace-time home-life includes such practices as genital mutilation of their daughters, ask yourself the following question: "Would I or could I voluntarily endure this tactic for $1000.00?" If the answer is "yes", then it's NOT torture. If the tactic will likely result in re-constructive surgery, colostomy bags, years of physical and/or psychological therapy, or a prosthetic limb, then you might be talking about legitimate torture.
I'm sorry, but I just can't classify something that I might do on a dare after a few beers on a Friday night out with the guys as "torture".
If you want to see torture, give me a half an hour with one of the I.E.D. planting cowards in my garage and I'll be glad to demonstrate to everyone what real torture is. I have a "bitchin' set of tools" (to quote Spicoli from Fast Times...) and a wild imagination.

LIGHTNING ROUND

It's been a busy week at the "Roadhouse"...house. So I'm going to take a slash and burn approach to some of the more prominent issues of the past few days.

Arlen Spector:
Good bye! Good Luck! Good riddance! Keep thinking that Republicans have moved too far to the right. You wouldn't recognize a real conservative if one beat the crap out of you in an upcoming election. Oh, maybe you would after all.

Scare Force One Flyover:
Sooo much irony here. What should New Yorkers expect from a guy who is completely clueless about terrorism and it's origins? Not to mention his terminal arrogance. You would think that the city largely responsible for his election would immediately assume it was "His Hopeness' " plane and not panic in the streets thinking it was another terrorist attack. Haven't they heard that our enemies love us now that President Bush is gone?

Swine Flu:
Told Ya!!! How many times does the left have to be told to close the border? "Slow-bama" says that closing the border now would make no sense because the virus is already here. Oh really? My question to him (since the brilliant media failed to ask it) is; WHAT ABOUT THE NEXT VIRUS, COLLEGE BOY?!!! What about the infected ILLEGALS who haven't crossed over yet? Now do we understand why immigrants are supposed to be screened for communicable diseases before they enter the country?

THANK YOU NOTE

Dear President Obama,

Just a note to say "thank you" for your tireless efforts in supporting our cause. As I am sure you know, our organization has been around for a long time, and we've had many obstacles along the way. Though we have many members, not everyone is "on board" with our program. Some are just not as receptive to our agenda as others. This alone has made our success more difficult and challenging, but our persistence and resolve have carried us a long way. Now, with your help, many of the hurdles we've encountered over the years have been removed in most cases, or reduced in others.
Your predecessor was not "down" with our cause and proved to be a major impediment to our goals. Whenever we would try to put together a new project, he would find some way to throw the proverbial "wrench" in our works. It seemed that no matter what direction we would turn, he and his associates would be there waiting to deter our progress.
When we heard of your election, it was like a breath of fresh air. A collective sigh of relief could be heard throughout our organization. We knew that our efforts to assure your election were not going to be in vein, and regret that we could not do more to help your campaign.
Thanks to the policies that you have already instituted, our group has seen a major resurgence in both recruiting and "R & D". Your proposed policies have given us the shot in the arm we've needed for some years now, and our hopes for the future have never been brighter. Your cabinet appointments along with those of other key positions were nothing less than a Godsend to us. It's so nice to finally have people in American government who are willing to get out of our way and let us do our work without us having to constantly worry about interference by those who see things a little differently than us.
Rather than detail our plans for the immediate future, we thought it would be more entertaining to implement them un-announced. We can only hope that you will be able to witness our plans coming to fruition personally. We want you to experience the result of your cooperation first hand.
In closing, we are finding it hard to put into words our eternal gratitude for your help in regenerating our hopes and allowing us to work harder to meet our goals. So we would simply like to say "thank you" from the bottom of our hearts.

Sincerely,
Al Queda

TEA OR KOOL-AID?

I must admit, on the issue of tomorrow's planned "tea parties", I am torn. Given the direction of our nation in recent months, I agree with the premise of a massive public uprising of some sort, but I'm not sure about equating the events of April 15th with the tea party of pre-revolutionary war Boston.
First of all, the original tea party was much more than a group of people marching around holding signs in hopes of being noticed by the media or government "leadership". The Boston tea party was a group of men who stormed private property and violently took over cargo ships and destroyed their freight. By some accounts, some of the ship's crew were even tarred and feathered.
Don't get me wrong, I'm not speaking out against what our forefathers did back in the day. I support their historic actions and realize their necessity. My point is to remind you that there is a difference between an organized peaceful protest on public ground reserved by permit, and a group of armed men dressed as Indians raiding a foreign vessel and dumping it's cargo into the harbor.

Second, as someone who has been witness to the tactics of the left for some years now, I can predict a few things about tomorrow. The George Soros crowd will be in full force in hopes of disrupting an otherwise peaceful demonstration of political differences. I predict that there will be Obama-bots masquerading as white supremacists and religious fanatics in hopes of making the conservative movement look like a bunch of nut jobs. I can also look into my crystal ball and see them trying to incite some sort of violence among the crowd as well. I hope this doesn't happen, but let's be realistic.

Third, the media is going to spin this as they see fit, according to their agenda. If two million people show up and protest peacefully, the media will claim that a "few thousand radicals" showed up to oppose President Obama's message of hope in a time of healing. Then there is the obligatory media interview of the most toothless, in-articulate, angry American loudmouth they can find, so as to paint all conservatives as back-woods rejects from the cast of "Deliverance".

Fourth, President Obama does not care how many people show up or what they have to say. He sees us as ignorant, un-educated, peasants who are beneath him in both stature and intellect. He believes...no, knows that he is better than we "commoners" and has no regard for anything we believe in. If he or his administration pays any attention to these tea parties at all, it will be purely by accident, or for their own amusement.

I hope the tea parties are a success and draw millions of Americans. I hope they make an impact on the people we've elected. I hope the media reports the events accurately. I hope the infiltrators fail in their mission. But a wise truck driver once told me "Shit in one hand, and hope in the other, and see which one fills up first".

MR. OBAMA'S NEIGHBORHOOD

Fred was a popular, college educated man. Like all humans, he wasn't perfect, but in most instances, his friends and neighbors knew that he could be counted on to help out in a pinch. Fred lived in a remote community far from any metropolitan city, and secluded in a mountain valley. The size and remoteness of his town made the hiring of a police force both impractical and impossible. Because his neighbors were friendly and respectful of each other, this was never an issue, even when there were disagreements among the citizens. Yet even though there were no police, the people had all agreed to form a watchdog group of people from the neighborhood, just in case there were ever any "trouble".
Fred's life was moving along smoothly until he started to notice things about his next door neighbor Bill. Every day when Fred would come home from work, Bill would give him the finger. When he asked him why, his Bill replied, "I want to". Not wanting to cause a scene, Fred went on with his daily routine.
Weeks later, he learned that a few years ago, Bill had attacked another neighbor across the street with a baseball bat, breaking his nose and an arm. He also found out that Bill had a history of violent outbursts and a criminal record to back it up. Fred was informed by a mutual acquaintance that Bill had a collection of firearms, knives and other assorted weaponry, despite his prior felony convictions that prevented him from legally owning them.
Fred opted to leave well enough alone and ignore his neighbor. This worked for a while until his friend was hired to fix an appliance in Bill's house. Fred's buddy informed him that while he was working on Bill's fridge, Bill decided to brag about how he was planning to kill Fred and take his house. Though neither Fred nor his friend had actually seen the alleged weapons, they knew Bill was claiming to use them to kill Fred and anyone else who gets in his way.
Fred had the bright idea to ask the watchdog group to do something about Bill. At a town meeting, there was a great debate about how best to deal with Bill. After all, he had threatened others in the town and was known to be prone to violence. The debate went on. Some argued to raise his neighborhood "block association" fees. Others suggested they blockade him from the local supermarket. One guy suggested they call the authorities, but was quickly reminded that in their remote location, there was no such thing as authorities. He was then reminded that they were the authorities.
Fred's family were beginning to get scared. They knew (or at least assumed) Bill was serious, yet Fred made few if any attempts to defend his family. When his son asked him what they were going to do, Fred told him that he was going to reach out to the neighborhood for help yet again by encouraging them to help out. Fred's son reminded him that the neighborhood consisted mainly of pacifists and cowards that were not interested in getting involved, but Fred carried on.
His son then suggested that they get a gun and install a security system, but Fred had a "better" idea.
Fred proudly and defiantly proclaimed that he was going to set an example for the rest of the neighborhood by "reaching out" to Bill. He truly believed that all he needed to do was build a metaphorical bridge and extend the hand of friendship, and Bill would respond in kind. The fact that Bill believed it was his duty to God to kill Fred went right over Fred's head. The fact that Bill had already killed Fred's dog and chopped down his wife's favorite peach tree meant nothing to him.
In an effort to appease Bill, Fred went a step further. In an act of good faith (in his mind only), Fred took the locks off his doors and windows, and even threw his sharp knives and meat cleavers away...just to show Bill that he meant him no harm.
Days later, Fred and his entire family were found shot, stabbed, and bludgeoned to death in their livingroom. They say Bill could be heard laughing hysterically as Fred and his family begged him for mercy while the neighbors hid in their homes and tried to ignore the carnage.

In case some of you haven't figured it out yet, this story is an accurate depiction of President Obama's national security policy toward those who are sworn to destroy us.