No dialog, just send us money!

I’m really quite surprised the Brady Bunch hasn’t applied for stimulus money to pay congress to look at flawed statistics about how guns jump up off tables and out of cabinets, running helter-skelter away from holsters and safes, to inflict such grave injuries on the American population.  Or, maybe they have.

Because that’s all they want.  Money.

I am signed up for the Brady newsletter.  Generally, there are one to two paragraphs of  “oh, my, the sky is falling and you’re unamerican if you aren’t outraged” followed by “send us money”.

If there is one more mass shooting in this country, I am going to scream.

Last month, in less than three weeks, we witnessed the deaths of 22 people in mass shootings — in North Carolina, Alabama and California. This is truly March Madness!

If tainted pistachios, peanut butter, or spinach had killed these people, Congress would have jumped in with investigations, re-calls, and insisted that these foods be taken off the shelves in grocery stores.

And yet, Congress has done nothing — has said nothing — in response to these killing sprees. The NRA and gun lobby may have silenced Congress, but they will not silence me, you — or the Brady Campaign!

There is no place to conduct a conversation.  No blog.  No comment blocks.  No place to ask why their response focuses on the instrument rather than the action.    Frankly,  no outrage  calling for further registration and legislation on the idiot driver who causes a 50-car pileup with several deaths.  No reply address – unless you want to send a check   No, they don’t care about your safety; they care about your checkbook.  Apparently, the only way they want to communicate is by taking your money — kind of like the administration.

Monday was the anniversary of the day James Brady was shot.  Maybe they should blame the shooter,  not the gun?   Just askin’ ….

Published in: on April 2, 2009 at 7:29 pm  Leave a Comment  

Senate Confirms 6 Obama Cabinet Secretaries

Senate Confirms 6 Obama Cabinet Secretaries – First 100 Days of Presidency – Politics

‘Guess it doesn’t matter that Salazar is constitutionally ineligible to hold the office.  (Section 6, Article 2).

Clinton is likewise ineligible.  But that won’t stop her fan club Congress from confirming her.

IIRC, Reagan was the last honorable man to skip a nomination because of this issue.  Just because others have done it does not make it right.

I can’t find the recorded votes, yet, on the bills that rolled back pay.  It may have been voice votes, but I will be remembering which of my representatives vote to ignore the Constitution.

Published in: on January 20, 2009 at 10:04 pm  Leave a Comment  

How to exploit your husband


The Bush Administration has given the gun lobby a special last-minute gift — a very expensive one, … one that puts public safety at risk.

The Brady Center is taking action to stop it.  We need your help.

The Brady Center has filed a suit asking a federal court to strike down the Administration’s last-minute rule change to allow concealed, loaded guns in national parks and wildlife refuges.

Please give a tax-deductible gift now to help us stop this unnecessary and dangerous ruling.  It will allow guns in rural and urban national park areas around the country …

… from Wyoming’s Yellowstone and California’s Yosemite to Philadelphia’s Independence National Historical Park, home of the Liberty Bell.

The Brady Center filed the suit on behalf of our Brady Campaign members, including school teachers in the New York  and Washington, D.C. areas who are canceling or curtailing school trips to Ellis Island and the Statue of Liberty and the National Mall in Washington, D.C. now that the Bush Administration will allow guns in these national parks.

Click here to give today to support our efforts to keep our parks and wildlife refuges safe, to stop the gun lobby and the Bush Administration from enacting this last-minute ruling.

Sarah Brady, Chair

Also known as “we’d rather take your money and fight inanimate objects than deal with delusional criminals”.

Note the appeals to emotion — “children (and their teachers) are scared”  (and would rather cower than take responsibility for themselves).

Note the untruths:

  • Ellis Island and the Statue of Liberty are in New York, with onerous gun-control laws, and near-impossible-to-get carry permits — where under the proposed rules, guns would not be allowed anyway.
  • The National Mall, in DC, where even residents have to jump through hoops to keep locked, inoperable firearms in their own homes for self-defense.
  • In Philadelphia, where state law requires a concealed handgun permit in order for an individual to carry any firearm.

Note the short paragraphs, 42% of which ask you to send money.

Note the lie:  “last-minute ruling”.   The petition for rulemaking was initially brought forth two years ago, and the public comment period was extended twice.  (A link to the final rule)

Note the deliberate lack of information on numbers of people who have been ASSAULTED, ROBBED, RAPED, and/or KILLED  in National Parks in the last five years — when law-abiding citizens were prohibited from being armed.

Sarah has been exploiting James’ injuries for 25 years, and has garnered lots of money from it.  James is quoted as saying  “”He scares me,” Jim Brady says of Hinckley, “cause he doesn’t have 52 cards in his deck.””

Not “the guns scare me” or “gunmen scare me” — but Hinckley does.  As he should.  Sarah just spins it another way.

So take lessons.  This is how it’s done.

For those who’ve served, I’m thankful

I was just going to post a “Happy Thanksgiving” post – thankful I get to see my parents, and my new niece.  Thankful I have friends and associates who bring joy to my life.
Then a friend and mentor sent this.  Enough said.

The embers glowed softly, and in their dim light,
I gazed round the room and I cherished the sight.
My wife was asleep, her head on my chest,
My daughter beside me, angelic in rest.
Outside the snow fell, a blanket of white,
Transforming the yard to a winter delight.
The sparkling lights in the tree I believe,
Completed the magic that was Christmas Eve.
My eyelids were heavy, my breathing was deep,
Secure and surrounded by love I would sleep.
In perfect contentment, or so it would seem,
So I slumbered, perhaps I started to dream.
The sound wasn’t loud, and it wasn’t too near,
But I opened my eyes when it tickled my ear.
Perhaps just a cough, I didn’t quite know, Then the
sure sound of footsteps outside in the snow.
My soul gave a tremble, I struggled to hear,
And I crept to the door just to see who was near.
Standing out in the cold and the dark of the night,
A lone figure stood, his face weary and tight.
A soldier, I puzzled, some twenty years old,
Perhaps a Marine, huddled here in the cold.
Alone in the dark, he looked up and smiled,
Standing watch over me, and my wife and my child.
“What are you doing?” I asked without fear,
“Come in this moment, it’s freezing out here!
Put down your pack, brush the snow from your sleeve,
You should be at home on a cold Christmas Eve!”
For barely a moment I saw his eyes shift,
Away from the cold and the snow blown in drifts..
To the window that danced with a warm fire’s light
Then he sighed and he said “Its really all right,
I’m out here by choice. I’m here every night.”
“It’s my duty to stand at the front of the line,
That separates you from the darkest of times.
No one had to ask or beg or implore me,
I’m proud to stand here like my fathers before me.
My Gramps died at ‘Pearl on a day in December,”
Then he sighed, “That’s a Christmas ‘Gram always remembers.”
My dad stood his watch in the jungles of ‘Nam’,
And now it is my turn and so, here I am.
I’ve not seen my own son in more than a while,
But my wife sends me pictures, he’s sure got her smile.
Then he bent and he carefully pulled from his bag,
The red, white, and blue… an American flag.
I can live through the cold and the being alone,
Away from my family, my house and my home.
I can stand at my post through the rain and the sleet,
I can sleep in a foxhole with little to eat.
I can carry the weight of killing another,
Or lay down my life with my sister and brother..
Who stand at the front against any and all,
To ensure for all time that this flag will not fall.”
” So go back inside,” he said, “harbor no fright,
Your family is waiting and I’ll be all right.”
“But isn’t there something I can do, at the least,
“Give you money,” I asked, “or prepare you a feast?
It seems all too little for all that you’ve done,
For being away from your wife and your son.”
Then his eye welled a tear that held no regret,
“Just tell us you love us, and never forget.
To fight for our rights back at home while we’re gone,
To stand your own watch, no matter how long.
For when we come home, either standing or dead,
To know you remember we fought and we bled.
Is payment enough, and with that we will trust,
That we mattered to you as you mattered to us.”

Published in: on November 26, 2008 at 8:18 pm  Leave a Comment  

Found elsewhere; reprinted

Found this here.   Ain’t it the truth.

One night I had a wondrous dream,
One set of footprints there was seen,
The footprints of the Goddess they were,
But mine were not along the shore.

But then some stranger prints appeared,
and I asked Her, “What have we here?
These prints are large and round and neat,
But much too big to be from feet.”

“My child,” She said in somber tones,
“For miles I carried you alone.
“I challenged you to walk in faith,
“But you refused and made me wait.

“You would not learn, you would not grow,
“The walk of faith, you would not know,
“So I got tired, I got fed up,
“And there I dropped you on your butt.

“Because in life, there comes a time,
“When one must fight, and one must climb,
“When one must rise and take a stand,
“Or leave their buttprints in the sand.”

Author Unknown

Published in: on November 5, 2008 at 8:27 pm  Leave a Comment