Neal Boortz has some interesting things to say about taxes, in his latest Townhall essay. Fat chance if anyone in Washington is giving much thought to the contents of this piece. But maybe someday, someone will. I can tell you, it will only happen if "we the people" get educated on things of importance, and actually vote the power-hungry crooks out. Here's a sample of the Boortz article:
There’s a lot of talk in Washington about yet another so-called “stimulus” package. If the next one is anything like the last one it will simply be a mechanism for taking money away from people who aren’t spending it the way politicians would like, and transferring it to people who will. Our soon-to-be ruler feels like adding some grandiose public works projects (raking leaves in a National Forest) to the list.
Let’s break away from these political stimulus ideas for a few minutes and study an absolutely brilliant idea from Texas Republican Congressman Louie Gohmert. Now Louie hasn’t been around the halls of congress all that much (just three years) so he is not yet all that acclimated to the Washington lust for absolute power. If he were, he never would have come up with this idea.
You can read about the idea in the rest of the article, I won't spoil it for you. But more than anything, you can tell that Rep. Gohmert is a greenhorn. The reason i say this? He still formulates ideas that would actually benefit the people.
Some of the freshman law-makers are sincere about getting Washington reformed when they first get there, but they all soon learn the system and climate are not conducive for reform. We could change that, but we don't. We think about it. We talk about it. But when it comes to vote, we go to the polls and re-elect the same corrupt bastards, we bitch about time after time, day after day.
Gohmert's solution needs to be looked at, but as Neal and the rest of us know, it won't. This begs a couple of questions. What good is it to come up with innovative solutions, cutting edge ideas, and bold measures to better the nation as a whole, if we do nothing about it? Why even waste the time and energy?
How many times have we heard, how someone that gets elected to national office for the first time, "this man/woman this is a rising and promising young talent? Then, after the swearing in, they are all told to sit down, shut up, listen, and do what they are told?
Americans had better wake up. We had better soon realize that Rome fell with many of the same calamities as contributing factors, as we have right now. And do not be fooled, there is nothing written anywhere that says we won't.
This is not the kind of legacy I want to leave for my children and grandchildren. I don't know about all of you, but I want to leave them better off than a bunch of corrupt leaders milking every penny they can from the people, to do with it what they want with no accountability. I want them live in a world of real hope and promise, not just one dreamed up as a campaign slogan.
Is this a pipe dream, part of a fantasy that will never be fulfilled? Or is this an opportunity to make something real happen, something that can help fulfill and facilitate true citizenship?
Is it something that will will truly make them proud to be Americans and develop a profound respect for what we all worked for? Or will it embitter them and disillusion them, further turning them from hope to cynicism and defeatism?
Global warming zealots have had little to complain about the past few weeks. Here where I sit, temps have been colder than usual with snow and ice mixed in for good measure. When that happens, they tend to get quiet (and it has been).
But today, as I type this, the temperature is a balmy 58 degrees with rain coming down; and I cannot help but wonder aloud what the scene looks like, somewhere, in in some of the offices of Rev. Gore's "First Mutual Church of the Terrestrial Temperature Escalation Securities Trust, Inc.".
Shouldn't someone be trying to schedule a press conference and/or a meeting with President-Elect Obama, right about now? Shouldn't everyone be in the offices, on the phones, on the blogs, and getting the message out that global warming is real, again?
No doubt, many have been following this story out of Chicago.
Chicago window factory workers in the fourth day of a sit-in at their former workplace, Republic Windows and Doors factory are meeting Monday with politicians, company owners and bank officials to resolve the standoff. Gov. Rod Blagojevich ordered the state to suspend business with the bank that pulled the factory's line of credit. CBS 2's Mai Martinez was there.
The company shut down abruptly on Friday after Bank of America canceled its line of credit due to a sharp downturn in Republic's business.
The laid-off workers continue to guard the assets inside their Goose Island plant in around the clock shifts to make sure the items are not removed. They say the remaining doors, windows, and machinery are the only collateral they have left in their fight to get what they feel they are owed.
The 300 workers demanding severance and vacation pay have become a national symbol for thousands of employees laid off nationwide when President-elect Barack Obama took their side.
Details from the company's perspective are sketchy right now, as they have yet to make any statements, other than the bank suspended its line of credit. Right now the only ones talking are the union, race-baiting Jesse Jackson, and anyone else who wants his/her name on the news.
This is reminiscent of 1920s pre-Mussolini Italy, when workers took over factories and then had to close them after running them into the ground. This may be somewhat different, but the rebellious thug mentality is no different. This time, everyone involved here is instantly taking the side of the workers, without understanding the plight of the company.
Don't get me wrong, it's very sad these workers have lost their jobs. I have lost jobs due to recession, it's not fun. It's not fun, when you are the type of person that merely wants to be self-sufficient and not be a burden on society. But the orders dry up, the bank pulls the plug on the credit, and now the workers are canned. That's the way things have always been in business: sometimes there is work, other times not. It's all based on the amount of business, the company is or isn't doing.
In this business, it sounds like the construction industry plays a huge role in how well this particular business does; and with the numbers of buildings being built dropping dramatically, it makes sense that not many windows and doors are being bought or sold, right now. A company such as this cannot keep making things that no one wants to buy, therefore, they have no need for a workforce.
The real problem with this story becomes the reaction of the workers and the attention/support the big names are giving it. But beyond this, it's hard to know what the objective is. Severance packages and vacation pay may be the central issue for the cameras and the reporters, but what is it beyond that? What happens if for some reason these people are given their demands? Will they keep their jobs? Not if there is no market for the products.
They can get angry at Bank of America, which got some bailout money from the government. But where does it say the money BOA received has to be specifically used for a company, located in Chicago, which isn't solvent? How will BOA ever be expected to recuperate it, if the company cannot stay afloat?
Folks, the workers are getting bad advice to strongarm their way into some of that bailout money. Using unions, Jesse Jackson, and now the President-Elect as leverage, the workers are demanding they be compensated from money that doesn't belong to them and they didn't earn.
Where is this headed? Every time a company needs to go out of business, we can expect more of the same behavior. Empowering thuggery is a big mistake, because it invites more of the same. What else will happen as a result of this? In the end, it will only serve to make businesspeople hesitant to take risks and open new companies, in the future.
UPDATE:
This story was breaking as I was typing this post.
Gov. Rod Blagojevich and his chief of staff, John Harris, were arrested by FBI agents on federal corruption charges Tuesday morning.
Blagojevich and Harris were arrested simultaneously at their homes at about 6:15 a.m., according to Frank Bochte of the FBI. Both were awakened in their residences and transported to FBI headquarters in Chicago.
In one charge related to the appointment of a senator to replace Barack Obama, prosecutors allege that Blagojevich sought appointment for himseld as Secretary of Health and Human Services in the new Obama administration, or a lucrative job with a union, in exchange for appointing a union-preferred candidate.
Another charge alleges Blagojevich and Harris conspired to demand the firing of Chicago Tribune editorial board members responsible for editorials critical of him in exchange for state help with the sale of Wrigley Field, the Chicago Cubs baseball stadium owned by Tribune Co.
Who wants to bet this gets squashed, once Obama gets in office?
Folks, the Chicago machine is just getting revved up.
MORE: For more on the factory situation, AC at Fore Left has some things to say that we might all consider.
What can I possibly say here, except they played the Bengals who are the epitome of horrible (the others being the Lions and the Chiefs). Indy's offense, defense, and special teams were all better than Cincinnati's. End of story.
Pats 24 - Seahawks 21
NE is back in the playoff hunt. I won't gloat that I have been right, but I have. Sure, they had some trouble. But like good teams tend to do, they managed to pull it out. Great bounce back.
Eagles 20 - Giants 14
Philly needed this one worse than NY. And with all of the distractions, the Giants have had this week with the Burris story, it's a wonder they even made it respectable. They will bounce back next week against Dallas (who are probably demoralized after their loss in Pittsburgh).
Titans 28 - Browns 9
Congrats to Tennessee and their fans for clinching the division. I couldn;t have happened to a better organization. Jeff Fisher is Class A, which is a big reason why they have had a such a great year, so far. As for the Browns, Cornell is history.
Texans 24 - Packers 21
Not only have I been right about the Pats making it respectable without Brady, I have been right about GB with Rodgers as QB. He is not anywhere near where he needs to be, so it serves the organization right. They never should have allowed Favre to leave, because this scrub is just not ready for primetime. He and Philip Rivers are the most over-rated QBs in the league. In my opinion, if Favre is the QB, they are still in the playoff hunt.
Ravens 24 - Skins 10
Washington missed a golden opportunity to keep pace in the wild card race, against a playoff caliber team. But it didn't happen. They are not out of it yet, but it's not looking as good as it once did.
You cannot bring about prosperity by discouraging thrift. You cannot strengthen the weak by weakening the strong. You cannot help small men by tearing down big men. You cannot help the poor by destroying the rich. You cannot lift the wage earner by pulling down the wage payer. You cannot keep out of trouble by spending more than your income. You cannot further brotherhood of men by inciting class hatred. You cannot establish sound security on borrowed money. You cannot build character and courage by taking away a man's initiative. You cannot help men permanently by doing for them what they will not do for themselves.
- Rev. William J. H. Boetcker
These ten cannots have been erroneously attributed to Abraham Lincoln on the internet, through e-mails. blog postings, etc.; but that doesn't make them any less applicable and certainly doesn't make them any less true.
Today, the US federal government is looking at a $7 trillion spending spree to boost the economy, create jobs, rebuild infrastructure, and generally throw money around like it grows on trees. Politico calls it the 21st Century New Deal, I call it foolishness. Why? Just look at the sound words above and you can plainly see how many cannots this big-spending government is violating with proposals like this.
Sadly, I believe that common sense is not so common anymore. The people of this nation have lost their way and are not thinking of the repercussions of things like this, and how they can effect things down the road.
We have an entire generation raised on credit card default, bankruptcy, and now foreclosure; not as unfortunate events that cannot be helped under extreme circumstances - but as a way of life. They heard a presidential candidate promise to spend more money, despite the debt is already astronomical. And they voted for him anyway.
One cannot help but wonder, why did they do this? Class envy, selfishness, ignorance, take your pick. Maybe in some cases, it was a combination of all three.
I will throw a little adage of my own to go with the good reverend's words above:
You cannot have wealth, if your debts are greater than your assets.
(Note-This installment is for Z at Geez, who gave me the idea for this one.)
Canada has produced some outstanding rock artists over the years. Neil Young, Rush, Barenaked Ladies, and Cowboy Junkies are all groups that were founded by Canadians. I always found the Canadian sound from my era to be very much like the one from the LA scene, in the late 60s. Folksy artists like the Byrds and Buffalo Springfield came to be identified with this distinctive style and could be heard at every turn, on the LA Basin's multitude of album rock radio stations.
One such band of this era formed together, with four Canadians and an American. It captured people's ears but never really conquered the singles charts. But make no mistake here. This album-oriented quintet made no pretensions, had no flashy shows, but plenty of talent and the willingness to use it to entertain. They passed the singing duties around enough that they created a bold, versatile, and unique sound that has yet to be completely duplicated.
This weekend, PYY presents The Band.
Opening this session, this show opener is from the film The Last Waltz, which all of these songs are from. Most of you will remember this one, Up On Cripple Creek:
Off of their first album, here is one of the greatest tunes of all time, in terms of stellar musical riffs, mixed with excellent harmonious vocals. Here is one remarkable performance of another one that most of you will remember, The Weight (Take A Load Off Annie):
This next tune is quite obscure to all but those fans who know The Band. Deep from the vaults comes this one, called Stage Fright:
Their association with Bob Dylan was the turning point in their career despite the fact there was some anxiety when he asked them to tour with him. Up to that point, Dylan was a folk singer that relied heavily on an acoustic sound. But when these guys hooked up, it was the birth of electric Dylan. Here's a song performed with him and a couple of other special guests, Ringo Starr and Ron Wood. It is entitled, I Shall Be Released:
No Band tribute would ever be complete without this final tune. It was made most famous by Joan Baez, but make no mistake whatsoever, this is The Band's song through and through. No one has ever quite done it like them, nor will they ever. Here is what I believe to be their signature song of the ages, The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down:
(If you missed the first two installments of this series, you can read Day One and Day Two, to see how we got to this point.)
Day Three:
All night long of my second night in Chesty Acres, I would wake up thinking I would soon be hearing the sound of a stick hitting a trash can. Tossing and turning, thinking it would come at any moment, it was enough to set one's nerves on edge. But Mustang allowed me to sleep in on Sunday morning, for the "trash can version" of reveille did not come until 0530. "No PT this morning", he said in a authoritarian tone. "But it is my duty to inform you that formation is at 0800, now go back to sleep maggot", he further related.
Breakfast was stellar, as were all of the meals provided by Mrs. Mustang. Towards the end of the meal, Mustang began throwing food at one of the dogs. "Watch this", he would say. Then, he would flick a piece of bacon at the little pooch.
The first two throws were drops that evidently he thought she should have caught. I only say this, because after the second incomplete pass, he began to threaten the little dog with grass drills until she collapsed if she didn't get with the program. Never mind the throws were wide on his part, he had her thinking it was all her fault (which was pattern I had noticed long ago, by now). The third toss was every bit as wide to the right, but the little dog dove for it and caught it, keeping both feet in bounds. The poor thing limped the rest of the day after that, just to please her unreasonable master. How utterly devoted she must be.
But today was special. Today was the day, we would be traveling to Epcot and our plans were soon turned in that direction.
As we hit the road, Mustang had a map printed from Yahoo Maps, along with detailed instructions in English (his first language). At one point about 30 minutes into the drive on a pleasant sunny day, he requested that I look at the map to see how far we were from a certain exit. When all was said and done, he determined that I had caused us to miss that exit. I was then duly informed that I would pay for it later, under the UCMJ (Uniform Code of Mustang Justice).
Once at Epcot, the massive parking lots were nearly empty. This ensured we would get a parking space close to the entrance. In most instances, this would have been a plus and most people would have thought we were lucky. But not Mustang.
He thought we should have been closer. And in his mind, we would have been closer had I not gotten us lost in the state he lives in (and one I had not been in for 25 years). It was at that point, I was made to do ten laps around the massive parking lot and if that wasn't enough, I then had to run alongside the tram that took us up to the main entrance, while he rode in luxury, singing cadence not meant for children's ears.
As we were being admitted, there was a point where we had to place our finger on a sensor that allowed it to copy the image of out fingerprint (so no one can use our ticket if we lost it). It was at this point, Mustang began to object and he did it, to the level of making a scene. He began calling the poor saps that ran the entrance, "communist heathen" and ranting at such a high rate of speed like the first day of basic training, where there are no less than 15 DIs running around like madmen at any given moment. About the time I saw security dashing to our location, there was the sound of a car backfiring in the parking lot. Their attention was then diverted to the direction of the sound and we were able to walk right in, unnoticed.
Once in, the sounds of babies and toddlers screaming and throwing hissy fits filled the air. Mustang suddenly became happy. At this time, I mustered up enough courage to ask Mustang, "what part of a screaming kid makes you happy?" He then beamed, as he calmly gave me his answer. "LA", he said, "these parents and grandparents have just shelled out tons of money for these little ungrateful snerts and Mickey Mouse is not making them a damned bit happy. It serves them all right."
But his glee at the crying children soon turned to that of bitterness and resentment.
He just had to have his coffee, so he stood in line for 30 minutes for a cup of Epcot's best, and a pastry. I had always pegged Mustang as very pragmatic and frugal; but as he shelled out $50 for the request, he started a ruckus. I think the whole thing got started when he called them a bunch of over-priced pansies and telling them Dunkin' Donuts was a better value for the money. It was at that moment when I saw a another rag-tag group of security personnel running toward our location. and I have to say that the skinny one looked like Barney Fife, from a distance.
We took off for the International Village hoping to blend in.
Just across the bridge we turned left. Not long after that, we ran across a photographer from Spain that said he was waiting for Daffy Duck to arrive for a photo shoot with kids. Immediately, once this information was communicated to us, Mustang kicked into gear.
He began to interrogate him about some bombing in Madrid that happened in the 80s, one that was widely attributed to the ETA - a Basque Separatist terror organization. The questions were sharp, pointed, and in staccato (rapid-fire) form. "Where were you when this happened, you miserable little worm?", Mustang screamed. The poor guy, he just quivered and said, "Probably pooping in my diapers, sir. I was just a baby, when that happened!!", he said as he pleaded his case.
At this point, something was beginning to smell funny. And as our countenances began to take on sour looks, the poor guy further shared some more disturbing information with us. "See? I just did it again!!!", his timid voice revealed. By now, I knew this wasn't good; I could hear the footsteps of the crack Epcot Security Staff running toward us again. So, I grabbed Mustang and we made a beeline for the Mexican section. Luckily, it was a sanctuary area. We posed as Mexicans and pulled it off with sombreros on our head and sure enough, it worked. The Three Stooges and Barney Fife ran right past us.
Naturally, the entire scene that had just transpired was my fault and was told it was, ad nauseum. As we came upon the Norwegian part of the park, he spotted a viking ship. After forcing me to scrape about half of the barnacles off of the hull, the security forces were again summoned and spotted about about 200 meters away. So we sprinted toward the Chinese section.
Once inside, we noticed some very realistic replicas of ancient Chinese warriors in a military formation. This is the moment he flashed back to teacher mode, as he began to teach a lesson in Chinese art. "Look at them all, LA.", he said. "They were soldiers, the artists were talented and gifted. Look at their faces, there are no two alike. They are all different", he went on. "What about these two here on the corner?", I asked (pointing to two that looked exactly alike).
That's where he slipped back into Marine mode. "You dumbass!!!", his voice echoed throughout the temple replica. "Are you telling me you don't believe Chinese people can have twins?" After fifty push-ups with Mustang counting cadence slowly, I heard the "Keystone Cops" were on their way toward us, so it was time to scram again.
After we slipped out of a side entrance, undetected, we headed toward the German section. Having been stationed in Germany for two years, I was naturally drawn to the area. However, little did I know that I was soon to be embarrassed again.
In one of the German shops, Mustang picked up a teddy bear and noted that the tag was labeled with the words, "Made In China". He then began to show many of the customers that came near us. Many of them rounded their kids up and left immediately telling their kids, reminding them, about the time they had warned them about mean people. He got one old lady so worked up about how the the Chinese owned this shop, were disguising themselves as Germans, and that Black Forest Cuckoo Clock she had just purchased, was a fake. So once again, a familiar scene was about to occur. I heard one of the clerks in the shop place a call to security and that's all it took for me. Once again, it was time to go into escape and evasion status.
On the way out, I was able to strike up a little bit of a conversation with a young German girl who was working at a stand that was selling Spaten on tap. I said, "Eine Spaten bitte". It was then, when he accused me of saying bad things about him in German and flirting with someone half my age. He also wanted to know why I wouldn't buy him a $12 beer. So I reminded him of the 900,000 or so toasts he made when we drank the Chesty beer, and explained that Spaten has more alcohol in it. I further stated that I didn't want this to happen here in front of so many people. I saw his blood was beginning to boil, but by now, there was a photo of both of us being circulated and they were getting close to us.
So once again, it was life on the run with security hot on our tails. Off we went to the Moroccan section, where we lost them on the streets of Casablanca by wearing turbans and shouting "Death To America". They ran right past us like it was not unusual to see such a thing and it was off to the French section.
After ridiculing a short petit male French clerk in one of the shops (for being a disgrace to the spirit of Napoleon's empire), we found our way into a parfums shop. He was going to buy Mrs. Mustang a gift, in order to "make it up to her" for allowing me to visit them. But things got testy soon after we entered. After he narrowed his choices to two, he asked me which one I thought smelled better. I couldn't decide, so he banished me to outside the shop, while he purchased both.
Across the bridge was the British section. Following the sound of music I could hear in the distance, I was led to an area where a Beatles cover band was playing. I was amazed at how much they looked and sounded like those they were honoring. I guess I got caught up in the moment, because when I turned around, Mustang was nowhere to be found. I looked up and down the entire British section. Nothing. I went from shop to shop, eatery to eatery. Still nothing.
Finally, I decided I would try to find him elsewhere and began to leave little Britain. But before I could get out of it and into the Canadian section, I happened to see a crowd of people in line with lots of kids and cameras. As I scanned the long line, there he was about halfway through, drooling and ogling some lady that stood at the front of the line.
When I asked him what was going on, he said, "Look how classy that woman looks, LA. Look how she holds herself. I want my picture taken with her, but I want you to take it and send it to me secretly, so Mrs. Mustang doesn't make me do a 12-mile forced road march if she finds it." But when they told him he was too old to have his picture taken with Mary Poppins, another argument broke out and security was once again called.
By now, we were getting tired of the running and decided to head back to Chesty Acres, where Mrs. Mustang was preparing a pot roast. Once the muster formation was underway, a head count was performed, and we ate another delicious meal that was made by a woman - who I will be nominating for sainthood, after her days on this earth are through.
Since Mustang is not an NFL fan, there was no sense in suggesting we watch Sunday Night Football. So, we watched The Golden Voyage of Sinbad, which would not have been too bad of a way to spend a Sunday evening, except Mustang kept telling us how he would have handled every challenge that Sinbad faced, in almost every scene. He finally stopped when Mrs. Mustang threatened him with not getting any chocolate cake.
After the movie, taps was played, the Marine prayer recited, and all lights were extinguished. The end of another day was finally here.
I am trying to get some posts together to share. But until I can finish them, I want to recommend something for my readers to read, and if you desire, comment on. It's located at Mustang's Social Sense and I have left my comment there, so as not to hijack his thread.
The subject is China and it contains some things we all should be thinking about, when formulating some semblance of a policy.
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Another thing I'd like to bring up is a question he and I have been discussing offline, via telecommunication devices:
The subject arose during the campaign. It involved McCain's class standing at the Naval Academy. It seems he ranked on the low end of the totem pole and the question becomes the efficacy of a person in a vital profession, whereby the margin of error can be costly to human life.
Military leaders, medical personnel, public safety people all must meet standards that have been set by a collaborative effort of a given profession's leaders (and in some cases government) just to qualify to study the science of such. I'd like to believe that out of the many people that apply for appointments to the academies, medical and nursing schools, and others that rank high in the public interest, the ones that were chosen were the cream of the crop.
My contention is simple. Despite the fact someone graduated last in his or her class, it should have no bearing on their ability to effectively performing their job, according to acceptable standards set by society's reasonable expectations. They may have been last, but they made it. In all classes, there are those who didn't. In addition, there are those that do well in the theory portion of the curriculum, do not always translate to a competent...whatever.
I have been busy of late and haven't had a chance to develop any real cogent post on any of the hot topics of the day, but I would like to share a couple of random thoughts about a couple of things that have been going around, of late.
WASHINGTON (AFP) – Federal Reserve chairman Ben Bernanke said Monday the current economic situation bears "no comparison" to the much deeper crisis of the 1930s Great Depression.
"Well, you hear a lot of loose talk, but let me just ... say, as a scholar of the Great Depression -- and I've written books about the Depression and been very interested in this since I was in graduate school, there's no comparison," Bernanke said in a question period after an address in Austin, Texas.
Bernanke cited "an order-of-magnitude difference" in the current situation compared to the 1930s.
"During the 1930s, there was a worldwide depression that lasted for about 12 years and was only ended by a world war," he said.
"During that time, the unemployment rate went to 25 percent, at least, based on the data that we have. The real GDP (gross domestic product) fell by one-third. About a third of all of the banks failed. The stock market fell 90 percent."
I have stressed some of this information before. Plus, anyone that can read credible history texts can understand the differences, those that lived through it can speak it from experience.
I am not saying things aren't that bad. They are. I am not saying things cannot get this bad. They can. And they still might.
But let's step back take a breath here for a moment. Bernanke only touches on this but it's enough to cause a person to think, unemployment could have been higher because of obsolete methods of record keeping. When you factor in the GDP falling by a third and stocks falling by 90%, how can anyone believe this recession is at the same level?
Yet, some are content to make this sound worse than it is, for political gain. Their goal? To paint the worst possible picture, so that when the markets recover, they can claim credit. Basically, I am still waiting for anyone to prove that government intervention is an effective method of controlling the economy with it being central planning. Because in a free market economy, the word that stands out most, is the word "free".
ALEX WITT: You know, John, and it’s interesting because there are many who had such an optimstic and hopeful opinion of things, and you certainly can’t expect things to change [snaps fingers] on a dime overnight, but there are many who suggested that with the outgoing Bush administration and the incoming Obama administration there would be something of a lull in terrorism attacks. There had been such a global outpouring of affection, respect, hope, with the new administration coming in, that precisely these kinds of attacks, it was thought — at least hoped — would be dampered down. But in this case it looks like Barack Obama is getting a preview of things to come.
Now let's see a show of hands here, how many people with an ounce of sense cannot understand why it is to the terrorists' advantage to test the strength of the transition? Anyone that knows anything about this kind of thing, knows well and good that the time to hit is when the target's security is at its weakest. Alex Witt must not have an ounce of sense.
Am I missing something here? Wasn't Obama's election supposed to bring peace to the world?
Not only has this magical peace and goodwill eluded the planet since his election, not a word has been said on any of these events, by anyone in the Obama camp. Nothing, nada, zip, nil, zero.
Oh well, don't mind me. I am just thinking out loud again.
