Friday, September 26, 2008

The Royal "We"

...sitting here with ConservaDude watching this Presidential debate, I'm struck constantly by Barry's reference to "we" and "us." Are "we" royalty? or are "we" referring to the Democrat puppetmasters?

John McCain is seriously holding his own against the royal onslaught of defensive posturing. I'm struck over and over by his sincerity and his grasp of what history has taught us. Good job, Senator. Keep up the good work.

Thursday, September 25, 2008

McCain Gets It!

I've been listening to the pundits yammer on and on about how Senator McCain's decision to suspend his campaign was silly. It was grandstanding. Well, this ConservaChick is proud of Senator McCain for wanting to get back to DC and focus on the job he was elected to do. Apparently, none of the pundits get it but this time on this particular point, John McCain GETS IT! I couldn't be prouder of him!

Granted, working on legislation to provide taxpayer funds to bailout the mortgage industry isn't my idea of time well-spent but if Senator McCain works AGAINST the bailout then I will stand and applaud for sure! His true Conservatism could certainly come shining through and do so against the Bush administration for a change. Then who would be the RINO, eh? *cough*W*cough*

Government has absolutely no business nationalizing the mortgage industry. Ever. Period. If you bought into the Democrat's idea of helping the "little guy" buy a house even though he couldn't afford the mortgage, then you're a dope. You probably do think it's up to the government to buy the paper that will be no good when the "little guy" defaults. It certainly sounds noble. Seems like a proper result. After all, the federal government did something stupid (as usual); they legislated good intentions without considering the consequences. Hey, another day, another dopey poorly thought out bill, right?

Well here's the problem, folks:

Freakish interpretations by the Court of Imminent Domain
Federally nationalized mortgages without taxpayer consent
Government control of your hearth & home.

That ought to send chills right up your freakin' spine. It certainly does mine. It's absolutely fascist and Orwellian.

"But hey, ConservaChick, you don't get it! The Government (note that capital "G") could turn trillions of dollars in profits. We could end up paying less in taxes and get a nice shareholder dividend check!"

Oh man, that's hilarious. I'm laughing so hard, I can barely type!! Stop it; you're killin' me! That's just precious! I mean, yeah, I can be an optimist at times but that's just really reaching for blue skies and rainbows!

I am completely and totally against any sort of bailout; however, I am totally in favor of Senator McCain's dedication to his REAL job. I am proud to see at least one elected official display a total comprehension that, even though there's a presidential campaign underway, he is being paid by the people to attend to the people's business and not just to his campaign.

Nice job, Senator. Keep up the good work and don't listen to the boneheads who don't get it. ConservaChick truly appreciates the fact that you get it. Explain it to the rest of our employees while you're in DC, would you? ...and if they get it, we can work on the Kentucky legislature!

All Obama has ever run...

Obama simply pales in comparison. Go get 'em, Sistah Sarah!!

(A big thanks to the folks at Our Country Deserves Better/Move America Forward for this fun video!)

Sunday, September 21, 2008

Free Kittens

Little Mary Pat had a box of very small kittens that she was trying to give away, so she had them out on the street corner with a sign "FREE KITTENS" next to them.

Suddenly a big line of big black cars came up with a policeman on a motorcycle in front. The cars all stopped and a tall man stepped out from the biggest car. Senator Obama stepped out of one black car and approached the girl.

"Hi, little girl, what do you have there in the box?" he asked.

"Kittens" Little Mary Pat said. "They're so small, their eyes are not even open yet."

"What kind of kittens are they?" he asked.

"Democrats" says Little Mary Pat.

The tall man smiled, returned to his car and they drove away. Sensing a good photo opportunity, Senator Obama called his campaign manager and told him about the little girl and the kittens.

It was planned that they would return the next day, have all the media there and tell everyone about these great kittens.

The next day, Little Mary Pat was standing out on the corner with her box of kittens and the "FREE KITTENS" sign as a big motorcade of black cars pulled up with all the vans and trucks from ABC, NBC, CBS, BET and CNN (but no FOX for some reason).

Everyone had their cameras ready and rolling; Senator Obama got out of his limo and walked up to Little Mary Pat.

"Now, don't be frightened," he said, "I just want you to tell all these nice news people just what kind of kittens you're giving away today."

"Yes sir," Mary Pat said, "They are all REPUBLICAN kittens."

Taken by surprise, Senator Obama said, "But yesterday, Mary Pat, you told me that they were DEMOCRATS."

Little Mary Pat said, "Yes, I know. But today, they have their eyes open."

Tuesday, September 09, 2008

Humorous Summaries of the Conventions

Don't ask me why but I found these recaps of the political conventions hilarious. Uncle Jay is always informative and funny but this other guy? Well, he's new to me but he discloses his bias and is still funny... I dunno, maybe it's the glass of wine after dinner tonight...

Newt Rides Again!

Talk about "Straight Talk!" Here's just another reason I wish Newt would run for President...

Monday, September 08, 2008

When Mom gets excited, it's a good pick!

My mother called me on Friday, August 29th. I had taken the day off from work to finish preparations for a household move from one residence to the other. I hadn't heard a word of news all day.

When I answered the phone, there was no small talk, as is the norm. There was one simple, breathless question that immediately hit the earpiece on my side.

"Sorry to bother you while you're busy but have you heard the news?" she asked. I could not imagine what in the world would excite her so much.

"No. What news? I've been packing all morning."

"Guess who John McCain picked for his running mate!" I could hear the big smile in the question. She was giddy. Whoever it was, it was a damned good pick!

I have never heard my mother so excited about anything political. She will enjoy a chat about a good speech or a chuckle over a good slam by one politician or another but I'd never heard this level of excitement over a candidate before.

"Kay Bailey Hutchison?" I guessed. At least I had the sex correct. (I had been hoping that McCain might pick a female running mate after Obama had unceremoniously kicked Hillary to the curb.)

"No. He picked Sarah Palin! Do you know who she is? She's the Governor of Alaska, a "hockey Mom," smart, attractive, and a fiscal Conservative!"

She didn't stop there. She recounted everything she'd heard about Palin since the announcement. The excitement in her voice was just undeniable. It was the first time I think I'd ever heard my mother so excited about a GOP candidate. Ever.

Her politics may have quietly rubbed off on her daughter over the years as she's not much of a social Conservative but she is definitely a fiscal Conservative. She is a strong woman who built a loving family despite the military lifestyle. Military wives are tough stuff, let me tell you. They do what needs to be done without any whining along the way with stiff backbones and nerves of steel. You'd think the Army trained them for duty.

I had never heard such excitement from her before about the big political horse race. That is, not until that Friday when John McCain changed the game, spun the Liberals into a tizzy, and flummoxed the feminists. By picking Sarah Palin, he sent a message to Americans, loud and clear: Conservative women are tough; they're achievers. Don't underestimate them.

Governor Sarah Palin is a stellar portrait of the true Conservative female tradition. She exemplifies the straight backbone, the certitude, the "do it right or get out of my way so I can get it done" attitude of every Conservative in America. She doesn't need to apologize for being who she is. She'll smile, heck, she might even chuckle when she calls you out on your own b.s., calling things what they are. And, why not? There's no need to be unpleasant about it. She is who she is. Like it or not. Your choice. Regardless, she would like you to help or get out of the way.

Through their actions, Conservatives will let you know that, even though we cannot always control our circumstances, we can certainly improve them. Whether their focus is on building a solid marriages, raising loving families, getting out of debt, or building careers, they put their all into it. Mind you, they don't really need your help but you're welcome to pitch in if you like. Regardless of sex, that's the Conservative way. We don't draw distinctions about which sex can have the positive attitude that achieves predictably positive results. It's simply Conservatism.

God help the females of my generation -- we were told by angry feminists during our formative years that we must subjugate our femininity in order to avoid being "victims." I saw it all around me, women dressing to subdue their more feminine aspects. Then, suddenly I found myself entering the business world in the 1980s, dressed like "Annie Hall" myself. My blouse tied at the neck in necktie fashion, in a feeble attempt to "level the playing field" as the feminists advised. As if, by tying my blouse at the neck, my male clients wouldn't notice that I was indeed female. It was ridiculous! I plodded on through those years pretending somehow that I was suddenly equal to my male counterparts and clients who had far more experience in the business world at that time because I tried to dress like them. Heck, even in my twenties, I couldn't quite buy it.

It took quite a few years to wash all that feminist baloney out of my ears so I could realize my own potential. I'm not just female; Female is not the sum of my value or my being. I'm a competent, caring, intelligent, Conservative human being who happens to be enjoy some "male" hobbies such as shooting and gamesmanship but am I truly and wonderfully female. I work in a male dominated field and that's fine with me. I now understand the value of my own femininity, especially when going toe-to-toe with the "old boys." Despite what feminists preached in the 1970s, femininity is a power unto itself. No self-respecting woman would play it down and lose that God-given advantage. "Level the playing field," my arse! If my chess opponent wants to give up one of his bishops to show off, he's welcome to do so but mine's staying on the board, baby!

My apathy toward John McCain as the presumptive Republican nominee for President had been based mostly on his stance on illegal immigration and his willingness to cave in and negotiate with a party whose ideals are directly opposed to my own. I believe the Goldwater Conservative ideals trump Liberal "nanny state" ideals every time. I like for my representatives to uphold those Conservative ideals because they're right, not because they're convenient.

Don't get me wrong; I was absolutely prepared to vote for McCain and whomever he chose as his running mate in the general election simply because McCain strongly represents fiscal responsibility by opposing wasteful government spending. That was enough for my vote but it wasn't enough for my enthusiasm.

After doing my homework on Governor Palin, I have no doubt that we'll be in good hands with President McCain and Vice President Palin as both of them are fiscal Conservatives who fight the excesses of governmental power and wasteful spending. Regardless of sex, that's a winning ticket in a slow economy. This taxpayer is happy to have fiscal Conservatives in charge.

My initial apathy toward the presumptive GOP nominee has turned completely around. I'm happy to say that this turnaround began with one phone call from Mom that Friday. Well, I suppose it actually started with a very clever choice of Vice President for the GOP ticket. As first decisions of a President go, I'd say that his choice of running mate was of the highest Presidential caliber. However, the real stamp of approval and the real reason for my enthusiasm remains that phone call from Mom. When she gets excited about it, well heck, that's the best stamp of approval ever!