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teacuppamela.pngA little weekend reading…  Okay, a lot of weekend reading… especially if you connect the dots.

I think I hear it… the faint call is becoming louder:  … – – – …  is becoming …- – -…

I started thinking along this line recently as I have been thinking more and more: dot, dot, dot… connect the dots.  American people: dot, dot, dot… connect the dots!  The I considered Morse Code and the sound of dots and dashes or dits and dah’s.  So, in these days, if people are of a mind to hear, they’ll hear the dits…and the connecting of the dots will soon sound like:  ditditdit dahdahdah ditditditdit.  That’s SOS in Morse Code.

So, I posted the link to the Al Smith dinner last night, I thought I’d go ahead and post a few links… a few connect the dots links.  Yes… they are connect-the-dots and see the links to Barack Obama.  I’m thinking that one of the worst things for a candidate is: history.  It could also be the best thing for a candidate, too, for that matter.  Either way, historical record is friend or foe… Dot. Dot. Dot.

Dreams From My Father… is BarakO really the author as the title byline says?  (Dot)  Or is someone else?  (Dot) And is that someone else a friend of BarakO or is he just a colleague? You know… someone to whom BarakO really has no real tie. (Dot)  If the American public would have the time or take the time to review or compare writing styles as Jack Cashill has, they’d surely see a stunning connection and would have to face the question and come to the conclusion that Barak Obama’s literary style so strikingly reminiscent of William ‘Bill’ Ayers. (Dot)

The socialistic plan for America.  (Dot) Is it even remotely possible for 95% of the population to ‘get a taxcut’ considering… well, read on…

 Obama’s 95% Illusion – WSJ.com: “It’s a clever pitch, because it lets him pose as a middle-class tax cutter while disguising that he’s also proposing one of the largest tax increases ever on the other 5%. But how does he conjure this miracle, especially since more than a third of all Americans already pay no income taxes at all? There are several sleights of hand, but the most creative is to redefine the meaning of ‘tax cut.’ For the Obama Democrats, a tax cut is no longer letting you keep more of what you earn. In their lexicon, a tax cut includes tens of billions of dollars in government handouts that are disguised by the phrase ‘tax credit.'”
[can anyone say: socialism? (ditditditdahdahdahditditdit]

“Here’s the political catch. All but the clean car credit would be “refundable,” which is Washington-speak for the fact that you can receive these checks even if you have no income-tax liability. In other words, they are an income transfer — a federal check — from taxpayers to nontaxpayers. Once upon a time we called this “welfare,” or in George McGovern’s 1972 campaign a “Demogrant.” Mr. Obama’s genius is to call it a tax cut.” — the Amateur Economist  (Dot)

And what really, does BarakO say to the “Joe the Plumber” and the rest of the regular Joe’s of the US –Rick Moran, American Thinker  (Dot)

And so… what else is there about Ayers and his ties to him that BarakO doesn’t want the general public to see?   Connect, connect, connect.


(Dot)
And then there’s that very strange (but not so strange, and certainly not surprising) (little m)messiah factor.  Here and here. (Dot. Dot.) And then… let us not forget that a man is often known or understood by the company he keeps (or kept).  (Dot. Dot. Dot.)And then, don’t forget earlier BarakO ties.  (Dot)With the Washington Post endorsing BarakO and the NY Times apparently doing so in the upcoming Sunday edition…  it seems the man’s got it made.

 “THE NOMINATING process this year produced two unusually talented and qualified presidential candidates. There are few public figures we have respected more over the years than Sen. John McCain. Yet it is without ambivalence that we endorse Sen. Barack Obama for president.

The choice is made easy in part by Mr. McCain’s disappointing campaign, above all his irresponsible selection of a running mate who is not ready to be president. It is made easy in larger part, though, because of our admiration for Mr. Obama and the impressive qualities he has shown during this long race. Yes, we have reservations and concerns, almost inevitably, given Mr. Obama’s relatively brief experience in national politics. But we also have enormous hopes.

Mr. Obama is a man of supple intelligence, with a nuanced grasp of complex issues and evident skill at conciliation and consensus-building.” —NYP

Ahhhh……….. that nuanced grasp.  (Dot)

“…having to do with keeping America safe in a dangerous world, it is a closer call. Mr. McCain has deep knowledge and a longstanding commitment to promoting U.S. leadership and values.   But Mr. Obama, as anyone who reads his books [[who writes his books??  (Dot) ]] can tell, also has a sophisticated understanding of the world and America’s place in it.”  [Riiight.] (Dot)

And then one last piece for today… Louis Farrakkhan (Dot): “A new beginning…” (Dot.) and this is the man who calls BarakO “… the herald of the Messiah.

The Washington Post article concludes in its defense to endorse Barak Obama (over the qualified but disappointing McCain),

“ANY PRESIDENTIAL vote is a gamble, and Mr. Obama’s résumé is undoubtedly thin. We had hoped, throughout this long campaign, to see more evidence that Mr. Obama might stand up to Democratic orthodoxy and end, as he said in his announcement speech, “our chronic avoidance of tough decisions.”

“But Mr. Obama’s temperament is unlike anything we’ve seen on the national stage in many years. He is deliberate but not indecisive; eloquent but a master of substance and detail; preternaturally confident but eager to hear opposing points of view. He has inspired millions of voters of diverse ages and races, no small thing in our often divided and cynical country. We think he is the right man for a perilous moment.”

… uh, Okay… what did they just say?  (Dot)

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Hard to sleep… I’m a mother.

teacuppamela.png Coyotes are whining and howling in the field.  They sound horrible and shrill — like someone is trying to kill them (sometimes I wish someone would).  Sounds seem magnified tonight… the dishwasher, the washing machine, the dryer, the icemaker and the water refilling it.  O, and the coyotes.  Suddenly, they’ve become quiet.  Maybe my neighbour said, that’s it…

I have been mulling over the bailout plan the senate is expected to vote on tomorrow.  I consider many silly scenarios and some sensible ones — several I have written to my reps and sens in the last few days.   Now, I’m no poli-sci major, nor econ major either, for that matter.  But I’m a mother and over the years, mothers figure things out pretty well.  I don’t know any mothers who are thinking this “bailout” or rescue is any sort of a sensible idea.

Mothers quickly learn the mechanics of supply and demand… they understand that the supply never seems to be adequate for the demand — but they don’t usually look for a bailout – they deal with lack of food, lack of sleep, lack of finances, lack of energy, lack of clothing that fits, lack of ability or whatever else is lacking and they figure out way to make it – to make ends meet, to adjust, to stretch, to flex, to wait or to go without.  It’s that simple.

Can you imagine a mother going to school where her teenage boy is a failing student and taking him on her lap and telling the teacher that she, herself, will be doing the assignments and taking the tests so that he won’t fail?

I mull this over… Wall Street is sort of comprised of investors — investments make the wheels of Wall Street turn.  Government has no business directing or redirecting or bailing out Wall Street — Wall Street will take care of itself if it’s not ‘bailed out’ and if investors taxes are not increased.  Simple supply and demand.  So what if wealth in this country will decline some – does the government, by going through with a bailout, possibly think that going further into debt will make or keep this country ‘rich’?  It’s crazy… all we can do is patiently wait and watch and pray.

Well… still can’t sleep.  It’s hard you know… to go to sleep when attempting to run the country the children aren’t all in yet… I’m a mother… patiently waiting… watching… praying.

 

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The USS Titanic – USS Usury

teacuppamela.pngI browse the news(and marvel!!)  and think of the many times the US has been likened to the Titanic… the ineffable, unsinkable US — the Titanic that was described as the ship that even “God himself could not sink…”  Well… I wonder, had he been alive, what would that man have said on April 15, 1912? So you suppose he would have said, “Hmmm, so, all that happened.”

Well, so, I’ve been thinking about the Titanic… I’ve been thinking about ‘end times’ and the state of the state and it’s hard not to make comparisons.  Really hard.

I remembered reading some bits about the Titanic and so had to look them up – here’s an interesting one: Dr. Charles Parkhurst, of the Madison Square Presbyterian Church, preached a sermon after the demise of the Titanic and in reference to society of that day [!!] he said,

quotebegin.gifThe picture that has hung before my eyes ever since last Tuesday morning has been the that of the victims staring meaningless at the gilded furnishings of this sunken palace of the sea… and there was no need for it. It is just so much sacrifice laid upon the alter of the dollar.”

Now, that, to many, might seem malevolent — even disrespectful of the lives lost in that tragedy.  That’s not intended here.  What’s intended is the similarity to these days… the gilded ship that is the US and the (proposed) gilding by Henry Paulson of the US Treasury or the US Usury.  You can’t help but wonder is Henry Paulson… Julius Caesar?

 quotebegin.gifSec. 8. Review.

Decisions by the Secretary pursuant to the authority of this Act are non-reviewable and committed to agency discretion, and may not be reviewed by any court of law or any administrative agency.”  text of the proposal [scary!!] in a NYT article – full article here.

So, about the non-sinkability of the Titanic and the US today?  You’ve got to wonder:  What else is going on in the boiler room or the engine room of the ship?  And what about all the passengers? What will the great grandchildren be saying in 96 years?

Our oldest boy woke up Friday morning to his new reality… the gilded ship company he had worked for for nearly 10 years was no longer — O, he still has a job and, in fact, apparently had 3 job offers that very day — but that’s not what concerns me (that son has always been sort of a ‘golden boy’ and seizes the moment and works very hard).  What concerns me is that the taking over of WaMu was just the tip of the proverbial iceberg.  And what took down the Titanic?

An iceberg.

So, all that happened.

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May the Lord God help us.

Standing on the shore…

stbx.jpgI’m standing on the shore watching the tide roll in and wash out again. Day after day, over and over and over it rolls.  Day after day more things are washed up on the beach, more things are uncovered at the water rushes back out to sea leaving the exposed shells and seaweed on the wet sand.  Little urchins burrow down and take cover in the wet sand.  Over and over the water flows… sand fleas, clams and other shells, starfish — occasionally a beautiful sand dollar is left sparkling in the sun.  What delight, what a prize each one is… now, something for everyone!

A beautiful boat sails by and I look up and observe that it’s severely listing first to the left and then to the right and seems as though it will capsize from all the people hurrying en masse to one side and then to the other.  Few seem to be questioning whether or not the boat is even going in the right direction.

I’ve been standing on the beach… occasionally pacing back and forth… should I wade into the rolling waters or just stand here observing the tide aware of the chilly wet sand beneath my feet? Should I just jump in and ride the waves?  I mean, it seems like everyone’s getting in the water… it must be alright… everyone’s doing it!  O, wait, maybe I ought to just swim out to the boat and climb aboard and join the crowd there.

Nah… I think I’ll just stand here on the shoreline and eat bread and watch the waves and soak in the son a little while longer.

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the hard wooden chair

teacuppamela.pngI have, on several recent occasions, had opportunity to feel the effects of sitting long on a hard wooden chair.  And, I suppose, the more difficult part of sitting on that chair has been to sit there and quietly observe the conversation at the table.  I’m not sure if I can sit there quietly bcz I have had increasing experience sitting there or if incredulity keeps me quiet.  I know that a slack jaw keeps me quiet on a whole bunch of things — such as the sitting in stunned silence at the progression of the erosion of faith in the church.

So, the hard wooden chair…

I’ve sat listening to various arguments and comments extolling the virtues of a presidential candidate and the flaws and short comings of the other.  I’ve listened to convictions, preconceptions and misconceptions and insinuations in discussions about qualifications, abilities, attributes, inexperience, successes, incompetency and a whole lot more concerning the various presidential candidates.  I cannot count the number of times I listen and come to the exact opposite conclusion to the one sitting across the table. I shift on my chair… the firmness beneath me seems to increase and I wonder how long I will sit there quietly… quietly observing a conversation.  Occasionally I muster courage to comment – occasionally I simply cannot refrain from a more lengthy observation.

Usually, though, it’s just plain easier to nod and smile — not in agreement — but as a form of self preservation. O, sure there’s tremendous temptation to fling out a few well articulated and carefully aimed zingers, cheeky comments or subtle innuendos.  It’s easy for us as women to load up a comment, time it just right for maximum impact. I find I sit there, and think sort of Ann of Green Gables-ish: “… but if you only knew how many things I want to say and don’t…”

I sort of blog this way, too. But not always.

I’m working on a talk I’ll be giving at a monthly women’s meeting tomorrow night – I’m continuing on through Titus2 as ‘scheduled’ for the year.   As I look out my window just now, I see our white picket fence with the little hearts cut out of each picket and then there’re the long lacy branches of the huge old weeping willow tree nearly touching the shadowy sunshine on the soft green grass… and I marvel and the timing or timeliness of this message I’m working on.  The ‘why’ behind the mandate is what’s particularly thought provoking to me these days. The message this month is: “…to be keepers at home” and, as has been the motivating reason, I will, as I do each month, stress that the basis for living out this charge given to women is: “that the Word of God be not blasphemed.” Titus 2.5  See? Timely.

The Word is sometimes like a hard wooden chair. It’s so solid. You can stand on it.

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