Now Let's Move Fword To Ousting O'Blamo

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Isn't it glorious!??

Since the voting yesterday in the recall election for Scott Walker, looks like the union thugs have been sent home with their tails between their legs with empty wallets.

Sweet.

It just doesn't get any better than this.

Except ...

When O'blamo gets removed from office!

Oh yeah. That'll be even sweeter.

At least for now, for the communist union it was indeed a terrible night in Wisconsin. The only bright spot in the events was the absurd glorious poem and song that one of our never ending moronic progressive leaders, Gwen Moore D-Wis., energized the crowd with. Congress-person Moore is a pathetic great example of the lack of glorious intellect and articulation of the leftist allies. We don't need more progressives like Gwen Moore in office. Please enjoy the nauseating glorious song "Hit the Road, Scott" as it begins at the 2:00 minute point. It brought knots of acid reflux to my stomach and tears of laughter to my eyes. Comrade Moore followed the steps of Dear Leader into political leadership. She has a pulse and began as a Community Agitator Organizer and then into elected office. An example of how not to act to us all.



To quote our Veep, now this is a big f***** deal.

10 Words I Don’t Want To Hear Anymore

10 Words I Don’t Want To Hear Anymore
by Sparky

There are some misused, or made up words and phrases that are getting on my very last nerve. Below are ten of them:

1. Bad Ass ~ When tattoos where scarce and one whispered the name Hell’s Angels under ones breath for fear of being heard, this phrase used to hold some meaning. But now due to overuse it’s lost all it‘s thrill. I also see this phrase a lot when perusing Craigslist.com looking for another motorcycle. It’s not gonna make me buy your product! Grow up, would ya?!

2. Climate Change ~ The weather is always changing. Stop being politically correct about something that’s perfectly normal.

3. Crisis ~ A Zombie attack would be a crisis, otherwise, very few happenings are. Using this word out of context diminishes true crisis’s if or when they occur.

4. Epidemic ~ Fox News had some overpaid do-gooder Holier Than Thou guest spouting that one again this morning. He said that ‘1/3 Americans are obese and that it’s an “epidemic” …’. Excuse me?! That’s not an epidemic. A virus killing thousands or turning them into Zombie’s would be an epidemic. Besides, this just means that 2/3 of Americans are undernourished. My opinion is to put them on a milk shake diet and they‘ll be healthy.

5. Fetus ~ This modern word robs children of their humanity so women won’t feel guilty committing murder.

6. Frickin’ ~ Ok, I know this word is used to replace another unnamed filthy word. We all know what it is. It’s juvenile. I’m really, really tired of hearing “frickin’” this and “frickin’” that! English is the most beautiful, versatile language in the world. If one must be melodramatic about every event in your otherwise boring lives, please try a more appropriate adjective? Thanks so much.

7. Like ~ Using “like” out of context is annoying in the extreme. A good slap on the head by their parents should put a stop to that.

8. Miss Spoke ~ Plain and simple, this new phrase is a cover up used by politicians (think Clinton) for the old familiar word LIE. You don’t “misspeak”, you lie. It’s more liberal double-speak.

9. Near Miss ~ This one never has made any sense to me. When two airplanes fly past one another, they either MISS or HIT each other. There’s no such thing as a “near” miss.

10. Viral ~ There has to be a better word than this. Perhaps “popular“? Viral sounds like an epidemic to me.

Well, I feel better.

That’s my list. What’s yours?

Happy Memorial Day

We cherish too, the Poppy red
That grows on fields where valor led,
It seems to signal to the skies
That blood of heroes never dies.
Author - Moina Michael
From Memorial Day History
"Memorial Day, originally called Decoration Day, is a day of remembrance for those who have died in our nation's service. ... Memorial Day was officially proclaimed on 5 May 1868 ..."

This is my salute of THANK YOU to all our veterans, both near and far. Some gone on before, some still with us. Those that are now gone, may you Rest In Peace. Those with us still, may you always stay safe and know you are appreciated. And my humble prayer is that all our veterans will come home to their loved ones soon, that we all my live in peace.

Respectfully submitted.

Barry Obama's Drug Abuse

While our veterans are sacrificing themselves selflessly to insure our liberties and supposedly to protect the US Constitution, our Commander and Chief was/is using drugs and plotting the destruction of America, one legislation at a time.

But what can one expect from a man born in Kenya and raised in Indonesia?? He doesn't like America. Obama hates America!

It has been well known for years that President Obama was an avid user of cocaine and marijuana in both his high school and college years. However, the rabbit hole appears to be much deeper than previously thought ... [story continued at: Sweet: Obama thanked his drug dealer in his high school yearbook]

Is it any wonder now that the Secret Service are also users?

I also see that the partner/drug dealer from High School was homosexual, just like O'blamo.

Birds of a feather ...

Oh Hail

Our countryside had some pretty good size hail last night! The noise woke me up at 1:35 AM and continued on for a good ten minutes or so. It sure made a mess. The wild birds seemed to fair well also. I haven't found any little remains around the yard so far. Thank goodness.


Hubby and I recently repainted and fixed up our old wooden back decks. I bought inexpensive yellow chairs from Lowe's, repainted the table yellow and white, and hung new windchimes. It feels like our own personal Paradise! So we have been enjoying our "new" back decks in the evenings. It's pleasant turning off the news for awhile. My thoughtful sister-in-law gave me the fancy wine glass for my birthday this weekend. I think it makes the wine taste better. At least, the pretty glass makes me look better ... or maybe that's just the wine. *giggle*

I hope everyone is having a happy week.

Funny Friday ~ What REALLY Happened At The Obama Fundraiser

The Mother Of All Days

My adopted mother Helen and me
just before she passed away [1966]
Tribute At FindAGrave
From "History Of Mother's Day"

Mark your calendars: This Sunday, May 13, is Mother's Day. And contrary to popular belief, the holiday did not rise up from the corporate brain trust of Hallmark and FTD florists. The day to celebrate mom has ancient roots.

The day can be traced to ancient Greece, which honored Rhea, mother of the gods, with offerings of honey cake, drinks, and flowers at dawn. The Romans built a temple for the mother of the gods, Magna Mater (Great Mother), and the Festival of Hilaria called for gifts to be brought to the temple to please the goddess.

In 17th-century England, early catholics reserved a day to honor Mary, the mother of Christ. By a later religious order all mothers began to be honored, and the day was christened "Mothering Sunday."

The holiday came to America when, in 1907, grateful daughter Anna Jarvis held a church service on May 12 in West Virginia to honor her late mother's work promoting women's groups for friendship and health. Within five years, almost every state was observing the day, and in 1914, President Woodrow Wilson [an early Progressive and one of the WORST Presidents ever!] declared it a national holiday.

According to History.com, the tradition of buying flowers on Mother's Day started with wearing carnations to honor moms -- white for a mother who had passed, and red or pink for the living -- and grew to be a more retail event involving cards and gifts. Jarvis, who felt the commercialization did not fit the spirit of the day, spent the last years of her life trying to abolish the holiday she had started ...

As y'all have probably guessed, I'm not really into keeping holidays. ANY holiday. The Holy Bible and the Apostle Paul strickly warn about this and for good reason. Most of them are of pagan origin and they only detract us from the true message of salvation by grace through the blood of Jesus Christ, but, I digress.

Like most I do love my mother. Very much. Since I lost my adopted mother in 1966, I have hoped that by trying to live an honorable life that she would have respected, that I have brought honor to her name. What few memories I have of Helen are that she was a gentle, soft spoken, Christian woman. I still have her well worn Bible by my bedside. It's in the Kings James language so I don't read it often, much preferring a Bible that speaks in my native tongue of modern American. I get lost and tangled up in all the "thee's" and "thou's" in the old language but it is pretty to read. And it's nice to know that the hands that loved me and once held mine have once touched the very pages that I now touch. It helps keep the connection alive.

That said, Happy Mother's Day in Heaven mom. I miss you. Every day. I wish you could have lived just a little longer but thank you for being there as long as you were. I love you.