Hoo Boy: Maryland got HAMMERED with Snow!

You think I got snow? What we got here was mild, compared to what Maryland got for snow.

Head on over to R.S. McCain’s Blog and watch the videos. That is if you can bear to listen to Stacy sing. šŸ˜‰ Seriously? He sings very good for a guy who smokes like a freight train.

Yeah and hit his tip jar too, and when you’re done, hit mine too.

I would like to get something for the folks for Christmas this year. Even if it something, uh, cheap.

I did install this spiffy new plug in, and if you donate, you get your name on the sidebar of the blog; that why people can know how cool your are and stuff. If it is a huge donation, you may even get a personal phone call and possibly a gift. šŸ™‚

What I am Thankful for this Thanksgiving

First off, as I wrote here in this posting; I would like to wish ALL of my readers, Friend or Foe, a very Happy Thanksgiving!

First though, let’s see what others are thankful for this Thanksgiving: (H/T to R.S. McCain)

This is what I am thankful for this wonderful Thanksgiving. For starters, I am extremely thankful for my family, specifically my Mother and my Father. My parents have been the best example of Christian parents that a son could ever ask for. My parents could, and sometimes I often think that they should have, thrown my sorry butt to the wolves long ago. However, they are just those kinds of parents who like to see their son succeed that whatever he is doing. I am thankful for my mother who, while I was living a rebellious lifestyle and doing the things that a Christian young man is not supposed to do, like drinking heavily and smoking pot — and other such stuff that I do not dare print here — did not give up on me and prayed for me continually. I am quite happy to report; that her prayers finally made to Heaven and I got my sorry butt straightened out in 1996 and rededicated my life to Jesus Christ.

Which brings me to my second thing that I am extremely grateful for; I am ever so very humbly grateful for the Saving Grace, which only comes from trusting Jesus Christ as your personal Saviour and Lord. (Yes, I still spell it as Saviour.) I am very thankful for the day, when I, as a nine-year-old boy, heard about the coming tribulation; decided that I did not want to be a part of that, and I accepted Jesus Christ as my personal Saviour and Lord. My name was placed in the Lambs book of Life and is recorded in Heaven for all eternity and no man here on this earth, can steal that away from me. I will be the very first to admit it, that I do not always act like a Christian and I have been known to say and do things that are not becoming of a Born-Again Christian man. However, it is not about what I do on this earth, it is about what Jesus Christ did on that cross 2000 years ago, that matters. As everyone who is truly saved knows, we Christians are not perfect —- Just forgiven.

Thirdly, I am extremely grateful for the fact that I live in a free Republic, where someone like me, can pursue a dream of being oneā€™s own boss. Where someone like me, can write and express oneā€™s feelings about the politics of the day, without the fear of being tossed in jail for it. Where someone like me, a high school dropout, can own a laptop, write on a blog and be able to make money doing it; that my friends is capitalism at itā€™s finest, and I am extremely grateful that I have that freedom do so.

Fourthly, I am extremely grateful for my readers here at politicalbyline.com. I am also humbled and extremely thanks for those of you, who have donated to this little endeavor of mine. I do not ever sit and harp on my lack of donations; if I happen to get one, I thank the person that does give. However, unlike some bloggers, I do not beg for money. I vowed that I would never act like a Democrat and beg for donations. If the Lord happened to impress on someone to give, then fine, I would not refuse it. However, begging is just something I will not, and cannot do. I am also thankful for people, like Robert Stacy McCain for allowing me to advertise over on his blog, that sir was a Godsend, and I will be possibly again here in the no-so-distant future. Just as well, I am thankful for AllahPundit and Ed Morrissey over at HotAir.com for allowing me the privilege to link to their blog without any hassle; even though, at times, I do not agree with Ed, I still consider him a friend. AP and Ed both knew my blogging history and my political history, but still, they chose to accept me and take my word for it, that my political views had changed; which is more than I can say for a few other people.

Finally, I am thankful for the fact that we can celebrate Holidays like thanksgiving, that the left has totally distorted and obscured the meaning of; here is a nice little tract, by a Christian cartoonist that I happen to admire. Please, read it and enjoy:

As for me, I am going to take the reminder of this day off, get away from this laptop, watch a little TV and about 6:00 or so, I am going to put the turkey in the oven and heat up the trimmings. Again, my friends, I want to wish you all a very Happy and Blessed Thanksgiving Holiday Season and I will see you all tomorrow, same time, same station and weā€™ll get back to fighting socialism tomorrow, but for now, lets all stop, pause and enjoy a great Christian Holiday.

Update: I showed this to my Mom. She very kindly informed me of some things, that I feel I should point out. Not that I have to, but, because I respect her greatly; I will do so:

  1. I never drank or smoked any pot or anything else in her house.
  2. I never came home “falling down” drunk. (Her words, not mine) Although, I did come home slightly “lit” one night and she royally chewed me out for it. She yelled and I yelled back, I think… That only happened once and I doubt she even remembers it. I barely remember that myself. (Must have been a good night! šŸ˜€ )
  3. My Mother wishes to inform you all, that I was not nearly as bad as some that she’s heard about. (You wouldn’t think she’s biased much, do you? šŸ™„ šŸ˜‰ šŸ˜€ šŸ˜› )

Happy Thanksgiving!

I just wanted to wish everyone a Happy Thanksgiving!

and remember:

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Here’s a Thanksgiving song that I think should be played on every radio today… I could not find the original on Youtube or Google video. They even removed the one that I posted last year! Anyhow, here is ArloĀ Guthrie’s classic:

I’m not sure if these lyrics match up with this version. But here you go anyhow:

This song is calledĀ Aliceā€™s Restaurant, and itā€™s aboutĀ Alice, and the
restaurant, butĀ Aliceā€™s Restaurant is not the name ofĀ the restaurant,
thatā€™s just the name of the song, and thatā€™s why I called the songĀ Aliceā€™s
Restaurant.

You can get anything you want atĀ Aliceā€™s Restaurant
You can get anything you want atĀ Aliceā€™s Restaurant
Walk right in itā€™s around the back
Just a half a mile from the railroad track
You can get anything you want atĀ Aliceā€™s Restaurant

Now it all started two Thanksgivings ago, was on ā€“ two years ago on
Thanksgiving, when my friend and I went up to visitĀ AliceĀ at the
restaurant, butĀ AliceĀ doesnā€™t live inĀ the restaurant, she lives in the
church nearbyĀ the restaurant, in the bell-tower, with her husband Ray and
Fasha the dog. And livinā€™ in theĀ bell tower like that, they got a lot of
room downstairs where the pews used to be in. Havinā€™ all that room,
seeinā€™ as how they took out all the pews, they decided that they didnā€™t
have to take out theirĀ garbage for a long time.

We got up there, we found all theĀ garbageĀ in there, and we decided itā€™d be
a friendly gesture for us to take theĀ garbageĀ down to the city dump. So
we took the half a ton ofĀ garbage, put it in the back of a red VW
microbus, took shovels and rakes and implements of destruction and headed
on toward the city dump.

WellĀ we gotĀ there and there was a big sign and a chain across across the
dump saying, ā€œClosed onĀ Thanksgiving.ā€ And we had never heard of a dump
closed onĀ ThanksgivingĀ before, and with tears in our eyes we drove off
into the sunset looking for another place to put theĀ garbage.

We didnā€™t find one. Until we came to a side road, and off the side of the
side road there was another fifteen foot cliff and at the bottom of the
cliff there was another pile ofĀ garbage. And we decided that one big pile
is better than two little piles, and rather than bring that one up we
decided to throw ourā€™s down.

Thatā€™s what we did, and drove back toĀ the church, had aĀ thanksgiving
dinner that couldnā€™t be beat, went to sleep and didnā€™t get up until the
next morning, whenĀ we gotĀ a phone call from officer Obie. He said, ā€œKid,
we found your name on an envelope at the bottom of a half a ton of
garbage, and just wanted to know if you had any information about it.ā€ And
I said, ā€œYes, sir, Officer Obie, I cannot tell a lie, I put that envelope
under thatĀ garbage.ā€

After speaking to Obie for about fourty-five minutes on the telephone we
finally arrived at the truth of the matter and said that we had to go down
and pick up theĀ garbage, and also had to go down and speak to him at the
police officerā€™s station. SoĀ we gotĀ in the red VW microbus with the
shovels and rakes and implements of destruction and headed on toward the
police officerā€™s station.

Now friends, there was only one or two things that Obie coulda done at
the police station, and the first was he could have given us a medal for
being so brave and honest on the telephone, which wasnā€™t very likely, and
we didnā€™t expect it, and the other thing was he could have bawled us out
and told us never to be see drivingĀ garbageĀ around the vicinity again,
which is what we expected, but whenĀ we gotĀ to the police officerā€™s station
there was a third possibility that we hadnā€™t even counted upon, and we was
both immediately arrested. Handcuffed. And I said ā€œObie, I donā€™t think I
can pick up theĀ garbageĀ with these handcuffs on.ā€ He said, ā€œShut up, kid.
Get in the back of the patrol car.ā€

And thatā€™s what we did, sat in the back of the patrol car and drove to the
quote Scene of the Crime unquote. I want tell you about the town of
Stockbridge, Massachusets, where this happened here, they got three stop
signs, two police officers, and one police car, but whenĀ we gotĀ to the
Scene of the Crime there was five police officers and three police cars,
being the biggest crime of the last fifty years, and everybody wanted to
get in the newspaper story about it. And they was using up all kinds of
cop equipment that they had hanging around the police officerā€™s station.
They was taking plaster tire tracks, foot prints, dog smelling prints, and
they took twenty seven eight-by-ten colour glossy photographs with circles
and arrows and a paragraph on the back of each one explaining what each
one was to be used as evidence against us. TookĀ pictures of the approach,
the getaway, the northwest corner the southwest corner and thatā€™s not to
mention the aerial photography.

After the ordeal, we went back to the jail. Obie said he was going to put
us in the cell. Said, ā€œKid, Iā€™m going to put you in the cell, I want your
wallet and your belt.ā€ And I said, ā€œObie, I can understand you wanting my
wallet so I donā€™t have any money to spend in the cell, but what do you
want my belt for?ā€ And he said, ā€œKid, we donā€™t want any hangings.ā€ I
said, ā€œObie, did you think I was going to hang myself for littering?ā€
Obie said he was making sure, and friends Obie was, cause he took out the
toilet seat so I couldnā€™t hit myself over the head and drown, and he took
out theĀ toilet paper so I couldnā€™t bend the bars roll out the ā€“ roll the
toilet paperĀ out the window, slide down the roll and have an escape. Obie
was making sure, and it was about four or five hours later thatĀ Alice
(remember Alice? Itā€™s a song about Alice), Alice came by and with a few
nasty words to Obie on the side, bailed us out of jail, and we went back
toĀ the church, had a anotherĀ thanksgivingĀ dinner that couldnā€™t be beat,
and didnā€™t get up until the next morning, when we all had to go to court.

We walked in, sat down, Obie came in with the twenty seven eight-by-ten
colour glossy pictures with circles and arrows and a paragraph on the back
of each one, sat down. Man came in said, ā€œAll rise.ā€ We all stood up,
and Obie stood up with the twenty seven eight-by-ten colour glossy
pictures, and the judge walked in sat down with a seeing eye dog, and he
sat down, we sat down. Obie looked at the seeing eye dog, and then at the
twenty seven eight-by-ten colour glossy pictures with circles and arrows
and a paragraph on the back of each one, and looked at the seeing eye dog.
And then at twenty seven eight-by-ten colour glossy pictures with circles
and arrows and a paragraph on the back of each one and began to cry,
ā€™cause Obie came to the realization that it was a typical case of American
blind justice, and there wasnā€™t nothing he could do about it, and the
judge wasnā€™t going to look at the twenty seven eight-by-ten colour glossy
pictures with the circles and arrows and a paragraph on the back of each
one explaining what each one was to be used as evidence against us. And
we was fined $50 and had to pick up theĀ garbageĀ in the snow, but thats not
what I came to tell you about.

Came to talk about the draft.

They got a building downĀ New York City, itā€™s called Whitehall Street,
where you walk in, you get injected, inspected, detected, infected,
neglected and selected. I went down to get my physical examination one
day, and I walked in, I sat down, got good and drunk the night before, so
I looked and felt my best when I went in that morning. `Cause I wanted to
look like the all-American kid fromĀ New York City, man I wanted, I wanted
to feel like the all-, I wanted to be the all American kid from New York,
and I walked in, sat down, I was hung down, brung down, hung up, and all
kinds oā€™ mean nasty ugly things. And I waked in and sat down and they gave
me a piece of paper, said, ā€œKid, see the phsychiatrist, room 604.ā€

And I went up there, I said, ā€œShrink, I want to kill. I mean, I wanna, I
wanna kill. Kill. I wanna, I wanna see, I wanna see blood and gore and
guts and veins in my teeth. Eat dead burnt bodies. I mean kill, Kill,
KILL, KILL.ā€ And I started jumpinĀ up and down yelling, ā€œKILL, KILL,ā€ and
he started jumpinĀ up and downĀ with me and we was both jumpingĀ up and down
yelling, ā€œKILL, KILL.ā€ And the sargent came over, pinned a medal on me,
sent me down the hall, said, ā€œYouā€™re our boy.ā€

Didnā€™t feel too good about it.

Proceeded on down the hall gettin more injections, inspections,
detections, neglections and all kinds of stuff that they was doinā€™ to me
at the thing there, and I was there for two hours, three hours, four
hours, I was there for a long time going through all kinds of mean nasty
ugly things and I was just having a tough time there, and they was
inspecting, injecting every single part of me, and they was leaving no
part untouched. Proceeded through, and when I finally came to the see the
last man, I walked in, walked in sat down after a whole big thing there,
and I walked up and said, ā€œWhat do you want?ā€ He said, ā€œKid, we only got
one question. Have you ever been arrested?ā€

And I proceeded to tell him the story of the Aliceā€™s Restaurant Massacre,
with full orchestration and five part harmony and stuff like that and all
the phenomeā€¦ ā€“ and he stopped me right there and said, ā€œKid, did you ever
go to court?ā€

And I proceeded to tell him the story of the twenty seven eight-by-ten
colour glossy pictures with the circles and arrows and the paragraph on
the back of each one, and he stopped me right there and said, ā€œKid, I want
you to go and sit down on that bench that says Group W ā€¦. NOW kid!!ā€

And I, I walked over to the, to the bench there, and there is, Group Wā€™s
where they put you if you may not be moral enough to join the army after
committing your special crime, and there was all kinds of mean nasty ugly
looking people on the bench there. Mother rapers. Father stabbers. Father
rapers! Father rapers sitting right there on the bench next to me! And
they was mean and nasty and ugly and horrible crime-type guys sitting on the
bench next to me. And the meanest, ugliest, nastiest one, the meanest
father raper of them all, was coming over to me and he was mean ā€˜nā€™ ugly
ā€˜nā€™ nasty ā€˜nā€™ horrible and all kind of things and he sat down next to me
and said, ā€œKid, whadā€™ya get?ā€ I said, ā€œI didnā€™t get nothing, I had to pay
$50 and pick up the garbage.ā€ He said, ā€œWhat were you arrested for, kid?ā€
And I said, ā€œLittering.ā€ And they all moved away from me on the bench
there, and the hairy eyeball and all kinds of mean nasty things, till I
said, ā€œAnd creating a nuisance.ā€ And they all came back, shook my hand,
and we had a great time on the bench, talkin about crime, mother stabbing,
father raping, all kinds of groovy things that we was talking about on the
bench. And everything was fine, we was smoking cigarettes and all kinds of
things, until the Sargeant came over, had some paper in his hand, held it
up and said.

ā€œKids, this-piece-of-paperā€™s-got-47-words-37-sentences-58-words-we-wanna-
know-details-of-the-crime-time-of-the-crime-and-any-other-kind-of-thing-
you-gotta-say-pertaining-to-and-about-the-crime-I-want-to-know-arresting-
officerā€™s-name-and-any-other-kind-of-thing-you-gotta-sayā€, and talked for
forty-five minutes and nobody understood a word that he said, but we had
fun filling out the forms and playing with the pencils on the bench there,
and I filled out the massacre with the four part harmony, and wrote it
down there, just like it was, and everything was fine and I put down the
pencil, and I turned over the piece of paper, and there, there on the
other side, in the middle of the other side, away from everything else on
the other side, in parentheses, capital letters, quotated, read the
following words:

(ā€KID, HAVE YOU REHABILITATED YOURSELF?ā€)

I went over to the sargent, said, ā€œSargeant, you got a lot a damn gall to
ask me if Iā€™ve rehabilitated myself, I mean, I mean, I mean that just, Iā€™m
sittinā€™ here on the bench, I mean Iā€™m sittin here on the Group W bench
ā€™cause you want to know if Iā€™m moral enough join the army, burn women,
kids, houses and villages after beinā€™ a litterbug.ā€ He looked at me and
said, ā€œKid, we donā€™t like your kind, and weā€™re gonna send you fingerprints
off to Washington.ā€

And friends, somewhere in Washington enshrined in some little folder, is a
study in black and white of my fingerprints. And the only reason Iā€™m
singing you this song now is cause you may know somebody in a similar
situation, or you may be in a similar situation, and if your in a
situation like that thereā€™s only one thing you can do and thatā€™s walk into
the shrink wherever you are ,just walk in say ā€œShrink, You can get
anything you want, at Aliceā€™s restaurant.ā€. And walk out. You know, if
one person, just one person does it they may think heā€™s really sick and
they wonā€™t take him. And if two people, two people do it, in harmony,
they may think theyā€™re both faggots and they wonā€™t take either of them.
And three people do it, three, can you imagine, three people walking in
singin a bar of Aliceā€™s Restaurant and walking out. They may think itā€™s an
organization. And can you, can you imagine fifty people a day,I said
fifty people a day walking in singin a bar of Aliceā€™s Restaurant and
walking out. And friends they may thinks itā€™s a movement.

And thatā€™s what it is , the Aliceā€™s Restaurant Anti-Massacre Movement, and
all you got to do to join is sing it the next time it comeā€™s around on the
guitar.

With feeling. So weā€™ll wait for it to come around on the guitar, here and
sing it when it does. Here it comes.

You can get anything you want, at Aliceā€™s Restaurant
You can get anything you want, at Aliceā€™s Restaurant
Walk right in itā€™s around the back
Just a half a mile from the railroad track
You can get anything you want, at Aliceā€™s Restaurant

That was horrible. If you want to end war and stuff you got to sing loud.
Iā€™ve been singing this song now for twenty five minutes. I could sing it
for another twenty five minutes. Iā€™m not proudā€¦ or tired.

So weā€™ll wait till it comes around again, and this time with four part
harmony and feeling.

Weā€™re just waitinā€™ for it to come around is what weā€™re doing.

All right now.

You can get anything you want, at Aliceā€™s Restaurant
Excepting Alice
You can get anything you want, at Aliceā€™s Restaurant
Walk right in itā€™s around the back
Just a half a mile from the railroad track
You can get anything you want, at Aliceā€™s Restaurant

Da da da da da da da dum
At Aliceā€™s Restaurant
ā€”ā€”ā€”ā€”ā€”ā€”ā€”ā€”ā€”ā€”-

From my family to yours. I wish you a happy and blessed Thanksgiving!

Yes, Phil Carter Left the Pentagon for Family Reasons

I am inclined to believe this:

I just got off the phone with Carter. ā€œI know this is a Washington cliche, but sometimes the cliches are true,ā€ he tells me. ā€œI made this tough decision for personal reasons, even though I loved the job and the work we were doing. Hopefully Iā€™ll have the chance to serve again.ā€

I got to know Carter nearly seven years ago ā€” before he was a military police officer in Iraq, before he was a corporate lawyer, before he was a veteransā€™ coordinator for the Obama campaign, before he was a well-known defense pundit, and before he moved from Los Angeles to New York to Washington to take his position at the Pentagon. We were neighbors in L.A., and weā€™ve thrown back a boat-load of sushi and beer over the years. I know heā€™s had some very real family matters to handle along the way. So I think heā€™s being straight-up, and not just giving the typical Washington exit excuse.

via Why Phil Carter Left the Pentagon | Danger Room | Wired.com.’

If this were have to come from the New Republic or The Nation; or even a Conservative website for that matter. I would have said that it was written for partisan reasons. However, this did come from Wired.com; which I believe is not really partisan at all. So, I am inclined to believe this story. Contrary to what some might believe; I am not the type of Conservative who only believes a story, if it comes from a Rupert Murdoch owned or Conservative biased news source, like Fox News. This is not to say that I fully trust blindly the liberally biased media, but not everything that comes from them is biased in that manner.

Having said all the above, seeing this is the Thanksgiving Holiday; I will simply say this, nothing is more important than family. Because whether we want to say it or not. Your family will not always be around; so, it is best not to take them for granted. Something I know too well myself. My parents are in their 60’s and not in good health. Because of this, I have never left home, that and because of some rather personal stupid decisions that I made when I was younger. I wish Phil Carter all the best and I hope his family problems are straightened out and everything works out for the best for all persons involved.

Happy Thanksgiving to all of those working at the Pentagon. I know that most of you that work that are not particularly partisan in nature. There are some; but the good majority of them are just working for the Country, because you happen to love your Country and want to see it succeed.Ā  You have my admiration and my wishes for greatest success —- despite your surrounding circumstances.

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